As Dominik and I make eye contact, he releases his hold on my hair and takes a step back.
He’s breathless, gaze filled with lust, and the evidence of his arousal is clearly pressing against his pants. There is no way in hell he’s going to hide that.
Runi’s cock ruined me in Boston. For an entire week, I could hardly walk in a straight line. It felt so good to be reminded of him, and I frequently fantasized about it while pleasuring myself months later. I had never seen or felt a cock like his before, and fuck… That beautiful dick has always belonged to Dominik.
The sting of his lies hits me from nowhere, reeling me back to the present.
“You said to make it stop,” he states.
I did, didn’t I? I asked for him to make the panic stop, and he somehow knew exactly what would do the trick.
“I didn’t mean like that—” The words die on my tongue.
“I know you better than you think, Zoe. Stop fighting it.”
“There is nothing here to fight for,” I spit out, but Dominik just smiles.
“That’s where you’re wrong.”
He attempts to adjust himself and fails miserably. Running his hand through his onyx hair, he gives me one last, lingering stare before he turns and walks down the stairs.
Leaving me standing there completely dumbfounded.
7
ZOE
I’m still processing everything that took place earlier in the stairwell.
When I finally came to, I followed Dominik down to the basement, but he was nowhere to be found. Either he vanished within the walls or used the elevator to leave the building.
I’m boiling with rage. I almost considered involving the police and getting a restraining order against the man, but there was a disturbing part of me that actually enjoyed being with him like that. Here I am, at my desk, with my panties rendered completely useless, reminding me of how my body reacts to him without my consent.
I gaze at my phone, anticipating an apology text, but it seems unlikely after two hours.
He is infuriating.
Maybe I need to send a text and remind him of what I said before about how no amount of apologies or grand gestures can erase everything he did. Everything he took from me. The beautiful memories he robbed.
What about him saving you from yourself? Or giving you the one thing you’ve been dreaming about for years?
Not even that.
“Earth to Zoe.”
I turn to see Via waving her arms at me.
“Sorry.”
She narrows her eyes and flashes me a wicked smile. “Did you two fuck in the stairwell?”
“God, no.”
“Well, you seem awfully distracted since you got back up here. You forgot the printing paper, and your hair is all messed up. Oh, and your lipstick is bleeding,” Via retorts, glancing at my lips.
In a rush, I snatch my compact mirror from the desk drawer to quickly check.
Crap, she’s right. Despite my smudged lipstick from that make-out session, my winged liner remains perfect as I stare back at my own unrecognizable green eyes.
