Bound by Power: 4. The Aftermath

The sound of footsteps faded down the hall, leaving only silence.

Ava sat frozen on the edge of the desk, her blouse gaping open, her hair mussed, her thighs still trembling from what Dominic had just done to her. The torn lace of her panties lay like evidence on the floor between them.

Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. The taste of him still lingered on her lips. The scent of sex clung to the air, heavy and undeniable.

What had she just allowed to happen?

Her hands trembled as she reached for her blouse, fumbling with what buttons remained intact. But her fingers were clumsy, useless. She could barely look at him.

Dominic, on the other hand, was unbothered. Calm. His tie was still loose, his shirt half-unbuttoned, his dark hair mussed in a way that somehow made him look even more dangerous. He leaned casually against the glass wall, watching her with the same intensity he always did, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

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