The sound of a heavy deadbolt engaging behind me was jarring.
I was locked inside. I couldn’t get out even if I tried.
He’d wanted me. Here. Alone. With him.
There was a tiny wave of fear deep in my belly, but I pushed it away. There was no time for emotions like that. I had to be strong, rational, and clever with every word that left my lips. I was about to meet with a very powerful and dangerous man, and I needed to keep a level head the entire time.
With a deep breath, I pulled my shoulders back and lifted my head when I heard the sounds of footsteps brush against the marble tile floor. Dark gray eyes met mine, brutal in their intensity as they dragged up and down my body. I shivered hard before I remembered myself.
I was ready for this. I’d trained for something like this my entire life.
I was dressed to the nines. I had a Prada bag on my arm, a feminine Dior pantsuit encasing my body, a pair of black Louboutin peep-toe pumps on my pedicured feet, and my hair and makeup freshly styled. I knew that I looked the part of a spoiled heiress, but that’s exactly the impression I had intended to give. It was a mask I’d cultivated over the years so that no one knew that I was as much of a shark as my father was.
It made people weak. I’d learned a great deal of insider details through the use of this technique and the company had grown ten-fold because of it.
But now, I had to focus my skills on one man in particular.
I wanted him to underestimate me. I wanted him to let his guard down so that he’d say things that he wouldn’t say if he thought I was a threat. Things he might say in front of a pretty girl that he’d never say in front of a man.
“Brooke Mikaels,” a deep masculine voice purred.
“Dominic Porter,” I answered as smoothly as I could in return.
“I am delighted that you were able to find the time to meet with me,” he replied, and I had to school my expression to keep myself from giving away what I was really thinking. Even I knew that this meeting wasn’t an option. He’d heard that I was asking questions about him and he wanted to know why. When a man like Dominic requested your presence, you came, or you paid the price.
I needed answers and right now Dominic was my only lead. My father was gone. Vanished without a trace. He hadn’t even left a note or sent an email to anyone. Now his entire corporation rested on my shoulders in his absence. Which was fine really, but a little advance notice would have been nice, Dad.
I’d searched his office. Read any file I could get my hands on. I’d pored over every single email he’d received in the last six months for any clue that I could find. One of those emails had been from Dominic. On the surface, it appeared to be just like any innocent business-related email, but I knew how to read between the lines. I knew a carefully concealed threat when I saw one.
I’d come here not knowing much about him. I knew he was rich. Ungodly rich. He had the kind of money that bought whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. The kind of money that bought untold amounts of power. My father had never even mentioned his name. I hadn’t even known what he had looked like or how he had come by his fortune, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I started asking questions. I wasn’t quiet about it because I had wanted him to find out and he had. He’d called for me and I’d come. Exactly as I had planned.
“It is my pleasure,” I said dryly, keeping my voice cheery and unconcerned.
“Come. Let’s go into my office,” he offered, cocking his head toward a room off to the side of the rather extravagant foyer entry. With a curt nod, I followed him into his study. It was a very large room, but the design was simple. There was a massive dark mahogany desk and its surface was entirely uncluttered with only a computer and keyboard off to the side. In the center were a very nice ballpoint pen and a pad of paper. The walls gave away little about him; nothing about his education or where he’d lived his life. Instead, there were a number of rather abstract oil paintings arranged along each one. I thought they appeared to be inspired by nature, but it was difficult to tell.
There was a single large heavy wooden bookcase lined with leather binders and books. I scanned the spines of some of them and found that they were related to a variety of different business including aviation, architecture, and a diverse array of others.
None of it told me much about who Dominic Porter really was. Not even a shred of it told me anything about what he and my father had in common. I’d have to dig deeper.
He sat down behind his desk and I did the same in one of the two leather armchairs in front of it. I lifted my eyes and took a moment to really study him. To assess the man that might be the reason my father had disappeared in the first place.
He was attractive. Very attractive. The epitome of tall, dark, and handsome and the kind of face that belonged on the cover of any fashion magazine. He oozed rugged power and carried the air of a man who was used to getting his way. His dark brown hair was slightly mussed as if he had just run his fingers through it. Dark gray eyes flecked with green and blue sparkled as he watched me assess him. His jawline was strong and angular, lined with a carefully trimmed five o’clock shadow. I sat back as his lips tensed. He’d noticed that I was sizing him up.
He was a big guy. Probably about six feet tall and strong. The white cotton button-up shirt he was wearing did nothing to cover up the endless bulges of firm muscle beneath the expensive fabric. He took care of himself; that much was clear.
He licked his lips. I smiled, making sure that I kept my expression as nonthreatening and casual as I possibly could.
“I hear you’ve been asking questions about me,” he began. He dragged out the last few words suggestively, leaving an air of expectation in the room between the two of us. I swallowed quickly and prepared myself for what I had to do, squashing any semblance of fear that I had. I suspected that Dominic had something to do with my father’s disappearance and before I left his penthouse today, I was going to find out exactly what that something was.
“From what I’ve heard, you’re the kind of man that offers solutions,” I responded cheerily. “You see, my father has disappeared, and I’m really concerned about the state of his company. I just want to make sure that things continue to get paid, like my apartment and credit cards and everything. I’m used to a certain lifestyle. I like nice things and I don’t want to be forced to give any of that up because the people that work for him decided to cut me off just because my father decided to take a vacation and not tell anyone.”
Some of that was true. I did like nice things but what Dominic didn’t know was that I had the company completely under my control. My mother had died when I was young, and my father had raised me by himself. I was his only child and he’d done everything he could to train me in the inner workings of his corporation and business. He paid for the best schools. I’d finished in the top of my class and earned my Master’s in business from one of the most prestigious schools in the country. Behind the scenes, he’d already entrusted me with vast responsibilities in the daily operations of his company. In essence, I was his silent partner and I’d been running it entirely since he had disappeared. Dominic didn’t need to know that though.
“You’re here to ensure that your allowance is maintained,” he responded, his tone flat. He lifted an eyebrow skeptically as he stared back at me and I took a moment to inspect the bright pink color of my nail polish. Hmm. I’d chipped the paint on my thumb. I’d have to fix that.
“Yes. I’m hoping you can help me. I planned to use our private jet this weekend to fly to Key West on a shopping trip, but the board of directors has decided they need it instead. This would have never happened if my father was around,” I complained, my voice sounding incredibly whiney and spoiled.
His right eyebrow rose even higher in disbelief.
“So… you’ve come to me not to help you find your father but to make sure that your bank account is kept full so you can continue to buy pretty things,” he replied flatly.
“Exactly,” I replied lightly. “I’m sure my father will show up. He probably just went on a business trip and forgot to tell me or the board of directors.”
Dominic just stared at me, his judgement clear in his expression. He traced his chin with his thumb as he studied me, trying to figure out if I was serious or not. After several long seconds, his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed. My ruse was working.
“I’ve known your father for a very long time, Brooke. Even I know that he would never walk away from his company and tell no one. You should know this better than anyone. You’re his daughter,” he said, his voice lowering as he scolded me.
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” I responded curtly. “He’ll be back in no time.”
Dominic cleared his throat.
“When was the last time you heard from your father?” he asked. With a heavy sigh, he leaned forward toward me and placed his elbows on top of his desk as he clasped his thick fingers together. A small sliver of nervousness began to grow deep in my belly, but I did my best to ignore it.
“One week ago,” I answered. “He hasn’t been seen in the office since a few days before that though, which is why the board of directors is concerned.”
“You’re telling me that you haven’t seen him, talked to him, or received any sort of communication with him in over a week?” Dominic asked, his tone revealing his growing concern. The furrow in his brow deepened and as he stared at me, I started to feel the tiniest bit uneasy.
“That’s right. I saw him before I left to go to Greece last week and I haven’t run into him since I got back on Wednesday,” I replied.
“This is serious, Brooke. Seth isn’t the type of man to disappear like this. He’s a hardworking man that takes great pride in his work and wouldn’t just walk away from a company that he’s worked to build his whole life,” he said firmly, and I shrugged.
“I’m sure everything will be fine. He’ll turn up,” I replied. “Wait. You know my father?” I questioned next, taking the opportunity to press him for information since he’d already casually revealed that he was quite familiar with the type of man that my father was.
He scoffed and shook his head before he dragged his palm across his face. For a long moment, he said nothing and just stared back at me like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Seth and I never talked about you specifically, but I’d always envisioned his daughter to be something like him. Intelligent. Logical. Rational-minded. Ruthless when it comes to business,” he mused with a sigh. “I never imagined you to be a spoiled little princess whose only concern would be the money in her purse and the clothes on your back over your own father’s wellbeing.”
Hook. Line. Sinker.
“I really don’t think we need to worry. I’m sure he’s just on a trip and will return soon and everything will be fine. I just need to keep the people that work for him happy in the meantime, which is why I need you,” I backpedaled.
It was obvious he’d bought my entire act. I had wanted him to think I was just an entitled heiress and it was working far better than I had planned for. I wanted him to let his guard down around me so he’d say more than he would around anyone else.
“How did you know my father anyway? Did you do business together?” I pressed. Now was the perfect time to get information.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he just sat there for several long moments with a concerned expression on his face.
“Tell me everything you remember about the last day you saw your father. I want to know every last detail, from what he ate, to what he wore, to where he went that day. I want to know everything that you know,” he demanded.
I sighed but I didn’t see any other option except to answer.
I gave him cursory details of everything I could remember from the last time my father and I were together. I told the truth as much as possible while still playing the role of the spoiled rich daughter. I made my major concerns shopping and vacationing instead of the price of our company’s stock and our next major acquisitions contract. I did everything I could to make myself as much of a nonthreat as possible.
“Seth was never afraid of getting his hands dirty over the years in order to keep the position of his company strong,” Dominic said quietly, and my ears perked up. “I’m sure he made a number of enemies that might wish to take revenge for past wrongs.”
“What do you mean?” I pressed.
Again, he ignored my question. Fucker. Maybe I was going to have to change tactics.
“I need you to understand that this is serious, Brooke,” he said firmly as his eyes rose to meet mine. They were dark and stormy, swirling with a tumultuous depth of emotion that held me captive for a moment too long before I was able to pull myself away.
“It will be if the board of directors cuts me off,” I replied curtly, lifting my chin in annoyance. I was beginning to get aggravated. He wasn’t revealing information like I had thought he would, so if things didn’t start turning around quickly, I was going to have to resort to plan B.
He licked his lips and sighed heavily once more before he pressed his palms to the desk and stood up. Casually, he walked around the big piece of furniture, pausing in front of me as he leaned back against it and crossed his arms over his chest. He carried with him an air of tension and danger that left me feeling decidedly off balance. For a minute, I wondered if I’d made the right decision in even coming here at all.
Dominic Porter was a powerful man. And a dangerous one. He had the kind of money that could make people disappear without a trace. He could wipe a person off the record entirely and he was the only clue I had that might help me in finding my father. Hell, Dominic could be the reason he was even gone in the first place.
He cleared his throat and my heart jumped.
“If your father pissed off the wrong people, little girl, they could have taken him. Even worse, he could be dead. If he made them mad enough, that means you could be in danger too. You need to be taking this far more seriously than you are right now,” he chided me.
“Don’t call me little girl,” I scoffed.
Who the fuck did he think he was?
“I will call you whatever I want,” he warned.
That uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach compounded and began to grow. I knew that the meeting was over now. Dominic wasn’t going to give me the information I needed, and it was time to cut my losses. I needed to reevaluate, learn more about him, and come back with an entirely new plan. Right now though, I needed to get out of here before this escalated any further.
“If you don’t want to help me, you could have just said so,” I retorted. Quickly, I pushed myself out of the chair and scowled in his direction. I fisted my hands at my sides and frowned as he stared down at me. I wanted to walk away but his dark glare kept my feet cemented to the floor. I kept telling myself to move but my body just wasn’t responding.
“I’m going to help you,” he finally said, and I rolled my eyes.
“I don’t need your help if you don’t want to give it,” I replied.
“You do. You could be in danger and you need to understand that,” he added next.
“Honestly, I think you’re overreacting. I’ll pay you whatever you want to keep the board of directors happy and the company running smoothly until my father shows up,” I replied tersely, and his jawline ticked with his restraint. The tension between the two of us was so palpable that I felt like I could cut it with a knife.
He reached for me and the moment his skin touched mine, a shock of electricity raced straight down to my core. The unexpected reaction caught me off guard and I did my best to shake it off as quickly as I could, but I was sure he had noticed my reaction by the darkening look in his eyes. His finger dragged along the bottom of my chin and lifted my head a bit higher to face him. His eyes narrowed ominously and everything in me wanted to step away from him. I had the sudden feeling that I no longer had control of this meeting. He did.
“Spoiled princess and all, if anything ever happened to you, I could never look Seth in the eye again, not when I can do something about it. Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to find your father and I’m going to keep you out of danger, even if that means I have to save you from yourself,” he said quietly, and that nervous feeling in the pit of my belly grew even stronger. “But before I begin to look into your father’s disappearance, I’m going to teach you a lesson about how very serious this whole thing is.”
My mouth went dry. What the fuck did that mean?
His hand cupped my chin and his thumb dragged along my lower lip. I felt the fingers of his other hand caress the side of my throat, trailing backwards until they embraced the back of my neck. His touch was hypnotizing, and I found it difficult to even consider moving or trying to stop whatever was about to happen because a small part of me was curious.
Maybe he wanted me. Maybe I could use my own body as a weapon against him.
I wasn’t a stranger to sex. I’d had several boyfriends over the years but none of them had lasted very long. Every single one of them were boys who couldn’t handle having their girlfriend as the breadwinner in the relationship, so they’d practically ended before they had even begun.
Dominic was an attractive man. There was no doubt about that. Perhaps this was the different tactic that I needed to find out what I wanted to know. This was good. As long as he let his guard down, I may be able to figure something out.
At first, his touch was gentle. Like a long-lost lover finally found. All of a sudden, though, his fist closed around the hair at the back of my scalp and he wrenched my head back harshly. An intense volley of pain blossomed underneath his fingers and I cried out at the unexpected agony that his hand had caused me.
“Wait,” I squeaked. “Let me go.”
“I don’t think you quite grasp what’s about to happen, Brooke. The moment you walked in my office and asked for my help, you became mine. Mine to protect and mine to teach,” he replied firmly.
Apparently he was possessive, and he liked it rough. I could handle that. At least I thought I could.
“You can’t handle a girl like me,” I growled, challenging him directly. It was obvious he liked the chase and wanted the opportunity to conquer me, so I gave it to him. He chuckled, the sound low and ominous enough that I started to feel uneasy once more.
“Such a brave little girl. We’ll see how long that lasts until you’re screaming for mercy into the sheets,” he countered. A shiver raced down my spine and I bit my lip.
Not a single smart retort came to mind, so I stayed quiet. A soft whimper escaped my throat at the boldness of his words, and I struggled to keep the rising beat of my heart in check. His eyes studied mine and I found myself once again lost in the enigma of their depths.
Dominic Porter was a mystery to me. I didn’t know what he was capable of and I had the distinct feeling that I was about to find out a whole lot more about him than I had bargained for.
His fingers traced along the collar of my light gray suit top. His skin just brushed against mine, igniting a fiery trail of sensation across my flesh. I felt my nipples tighten, still hidden by the lacey tangerine-colored bra I had hidden beneath my clothes. Even my core clenched tightly, imagining what it would feel like to have his fingers caress me in much more intimate places than my throat.
“Dominic,” I ventured quietly, and he pressed a finger against my lower lip.
“For the remainder of the night, you will refer to me as sir. If you fail to address me properly, little girl, you’ll spend much more time over my knee than you’ve already earned,” he warned.
He was kinky then. Interesting.
I licked my lips and stared up at him.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, testing the weight of the words on my tongue. They felt heavy. Dangerous. Enticing. And for some insane reason, they felt more arousing than they should.
The edge of his lip curled up with the smallest hint of pleasure. He enjoyed it when I obeyed his command. He liked the control. My pussy clenched. Maybe I liked it too. I gritted my teeth and threw that thought away. I couldn’t like these things. It wasn’t possible. I was a woman who was used to getting her way, who was used to commanding a room and running a business as well as any man. I was a woman who liked to have control. Not be controlled.
This was an act. That’s all it was. I kept telling myself that over and over even though I knew it was a lie. Even now, I could feel the wet spot on my panties and how hard my nipples were. I could feel my body betraying me. I would keep telling myself that I wasn’t into this until it became the truth.
Dominic watched me struggle before him with a certain sense of calm, like he was waiting for me to accept his authority. His expression was patient but expectant and the more he looked down at me, the more I began to feel like I wanted him to take control. His eyes dragged down the front of my chest, assessing my body as he wished. I shivered hard, enjoying the feeling of being looked at in such a possessive way. Then his fingers gripped the collar of my suit top and he tore it open roughly with a single hand. I gasped in disbelief, watching as my favorite outfit was ripped beyond repair.
The buttons popped off and scattered onto the floor. I heard them bouncing against the hard wood beneath my feet.
“That was expensive,” I whispered, unable to keep the tremor of desire from my voice.
“I’ll replace it once you’ve earned back the privilege of clothing,” he answered coldly, and I couldn’t stop myself from trembling before him. “You’re going to be naked when I begin your lesson, little girl, and you don’t have the slightest choice about it.”
Fuck. Why was that so hot?
He tore my top again, rendering it unwearable in a matter of seconds. The thin fabric shredded with ease under his strength, revealing the partly sheer satin of my tank top beneath it. He pushed the suit top off my shoulders and it fell to the floor in a heap. I inhaled quickly and tried to squirm out of his grasp, but his fist at the back of my scalp still held me captive. He stared down at me and even though I was still fully clothed, I felt almost naked before him.
He took the thin strap of the tank into his fingers and with a quick jerk, ripped it in two. He did the same with the other before he released my hair and gripped the satin with both hands. With astonishing ease, he tore my top and it drifted down to the floor, completely destroyed.
His thick fingers grasped the waistband of my slacks. He tugged hard and the line of buttons popped right off. He made quick work of my pants, tearing them open before he pushed them down and over my hips so that they dropped to the floor too.
“Step out of your slacks. Keep your heels on,” he commanded, and I used his shoulders to keep balance as I obeyed. My body was simmering with heat. I’d never been so turned on in my life. No one had ever stripped me like this before and it was doing funny things to my insides that I couldn’t even begin to control. I didn’t even put forth the effort to try.
I stood before him in just my matching bra and panties, a pretty tangerine color that popped against my gently tanned skin.
“It’s such a shame to cover such a beautiful little body,” he murmured, taking a long moment to study me. I felt my thighs quiver just a bit under his heated assessment and I wondered how much longer it would be until he stripped me completely and took me to his bed. I was already incredibly aroused, and I wanted to come. Badly.
He grasped the front clasp of my bra and deftly squeezed it open with his fingers. I gasped as my bra popped open and my breasts bounced free, already heavy with desire.
“Such pretty pink nipples,” he said softly, taking one in between his fingertips and pinching it lightly. A quiet moan escaped my lips and as soon as I realized what I had done, I clamped my lips shut and tried to remain as silent as I could.
He pushed my bra off my shoulders next and it fell to the floor with the rest of my clothes. Now I was only wearing a very thin lacey pair of panties. His fingers dragged along the hem of them, edging dangerously close to my pussy, and I struggled to remain still.
“What’s going to happen next is going to hurt, little girl,” he warned, still running his rough fingers along my panties. Back and forth. Again and again.
I sighed with pleasure.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
His fingers dipped underneath my panties and without a moment’s pause, he gripped and tore them ruthlessly from my body. The lacey fabric pinched my pussy brutally hard, causing a crescendo of sudden agony to blossom across my moist flesh. It burned for several seconds as I keened before him, but when the pain finally began to fade I came to a horrifying realization.
I was wetter than before. A lot wetter. I was so wet that I could feel it beginning to drip onto my thighs. Almost as if he knew, his fingers slid along the very edges of my pussy, discovering my shameful secret for himself. Then he pressed those very same fingers between my legs, his fingertips gliding along my wetness and gathering it all over their surface.
All I was wearing now was a pair of heels. He had stripped me. Exposed me completely. And I was more aroused than I had ever been in my life. And he knew it. The evidence of it was all over his fingers right now.
He lifted his hand and held it in front of me, showing me exactly what he had discovered. I could feel the heat rising to my face and I knew I was probably blushing before him, embarrassed that his rough treatment had resulted in my very obvious desire for more. He didn’t say a word as he pressed his fingers against my lips, silently demanding my obedience. But I was unsure. I’d never tasted myself and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to.
“You’re going to clean them off. Now,” he demanded.
Something inside me wanted to do what he asked for. That wanted to please him. It was a tiny foreign part of me that I’d never felt before and I didn’t quite know what to do with it.
In my hesitation, I hadn’t noticed that his other hand had captured my left nipple. When I didn’t obey, he twisted it hard enough for me to cry out. Inadvertently, I opened my mouth and he used the opportunity to press his fingers between my lips, forcing me to taste myself in one single smooth maneuver.
I whimpered as the sweet musky flavor spread across my tongue.
“Use your tongue. I want you to clean off every last drop,” he said firmly.
I stared up at him in disbelief, unused to be ordered around like this. Once again, I hesitated and he punished my nipple with his fingers, twisting it even harder than he had the first time. My shoulders pitched forward as pain lanced across my breast and I did the only thing I could think of. Quickly, I rushed to obey him by swirling my tongue around his two fingers, and thankfully he released my nipple after I did. I thoroughly cleaned his fingers to the best of my ability until I couldn’t taste even a hint of my own arousal anymore, all while my breast throbbed from his punishing touch.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and my heart leapt unexpectedly in my chest.
When he finally pulled his fingers from my mouth, my entire body was simmering with desire. I absently wondered just how much longer it would be until I felt his cock in between my legs. I hoped it would be soon.
“You think you know what’s going to happen next, don’t you, little girl,” he asked next and I shivered hotly in response. It was almost like he could read my thoughts.
“You’re going to fuck me,” I whispered in return.
“Maybe. I haven’t decided if you’ve earned my cock, little girl. But no, that’s not what’s going to happen next,” he replied, his tone low and dangerous. What the hell did that mean?
“What are you going to do to me?” I questioned, my voice scarcely above a whisper.
“I’m going to punish you,” he answered simply before he knelt down and picked up my panties from the floor. With terrifying swiftness, he shoved them in between my lips and into my mouth. I was quickly reminded of just how wet they were with my own arousal as the now familiar taste spread across my tongue. He wasted no time as his fist gripped the hair at the back of my scalp, and he pressed me facedown over his desk with ease. I gasped when his hand clapped against my ass and I screamed when he did it again directly over top of my pussy. The back of my head burned as he pressed my cheek against the hard surface of the desk.
I’d never been manhandled before like this in my life and I didn’t quite know how to respond. I was mortified to realize that my pussy was even more soaked than before.
The sounds of my screams were muffled by the panties in my mouth. It felt embarrassingly shameful to be gagged in such a way and my core clenched painfully tight with need. I knew he could see everything, from the place between my thighs to the wetness seeping from my pussy, and even places more shameful that no one had ever looked at before. He could see it all. I couldn’t hide a thing.
“Are you ready to listen, little girl?” he asked, and I moaned into the fabric in my mouth. I felt so exposed and so vulnerable in nothing but my heels. The dichotomy between my nakedness and the fact that he was fully clothed was not lost on me. For the first time, I was exceedingly aware of the imbalance of power between us and my utter lack of clothing just amplified it further.
“You came here a spoiled princess in need of a strong hand and I’m going to give it to you, only not in the way you expected. Your father played dangerous games over the years and I think one of them might have caught up with him. This means that you could be in danger too, little girl, and I’m going to make sure that you really understand how serious this situation is by the time I’m through with you,” he began. I shuddered and my pussy tightened with desire.
“I’m going to punish this beautiful little body until I’ve decided that you’ve had enough. By the time I finish with you, you’re going to cry for me. After that, you’re going to tell me that you’ve learned your lesson with tears still running down your cheeks. Then you’re going to beg me to come. If you’re very good, I may just give you permission,” he continued, and I couldn’t help myself as I cried out in shock.
He was going to punish me. What did that even mean and why was it turning me on? I didn’t have long to think about it because he squeezed the flesh of my ass hard. His nails dug into my skin, sharp pinpricks that reminded me just how much he had control of me right now. My pussy tightened with need and I suddenly wanted those very same fingers pressed deep inside me.
I spread my thighs hoping he would get the hint and give me what I wanted. I hoped that he would touch me. I hoped that he would make me come.
I expected pleasure but that was not what I got. What came next was a brutal lesson that I couldn’t have prepared myself for. What came next was the first real punishment I’d ever received in my life. I should have picked up on his warnings. I should have been afraid, but most of all, I shouldn’t have underestimated Dominic Porter.
He was about to teach me a whole lot more than I bargained for.