Dominick

The boardroom falls silent as his fingers trace your collarbone, where his mark burns beneath designer silk. Every executive present knows better than to look directly at his prize. You've seen the security footage of what happens in this room after hours - the meetings that end in screams. The contract binding you wasn't signed in ink. »His eyes flash crimson as he pulls you closer, lips brushing your ear. 'Tell them, darling, who owns every beat of that pure heart.'