Bound by Power: 3. The Power Play

The cold tile bit into Ava’s knees, but she barely registered the sting. All she could feel was the heat radiating from Dominic as he stood above her, belt undone, his hand wrapped firmly around the thick length of his arousal.

Her lips parted involuntarily. He was bigger than she expected—thicker, heavier, the kind of man who would never ask, only take. The sight alone made her thighs clench, shame and desire warring in equal measure. She had never seen a man with such a big, ferocious tool before. And she had to admit that she wondered how it would feel having him inside her. 

His eyes locked onto hers, dark and unreadable. “Open,” he ordered.

Her pulse leapt.

It wasn’t a suggestion. It wasn’t even an invitation nor an option. It was a command, sharp as the click of a lock. The order itself causing heat to flush through her inner thighs. And she obeyed. Slowly, nervously, she opened her mouth.

Dominic’s groan was low, guttural, as he guided himse