All Chapters of Dominion Of Desire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Elara’s heel hovered above his thick cock, heart slamming. One press and her entire world would shatter—or finally set her free.She stood there for a long moment, red stiletto raised, breathing fast. Dante lay spread-eagle on the reinforced bed in his private penthouse, wrists and ankles locked in soft but strong chains. He looked up at her calmly, completely naked.“You can still walk away,” he said quietly. “But we both know you won’t.”Elara’s hand tightened on the bedpost. “I shouldn’t be here. I have a husband. A career. If anyone finds out…”Dante tested the chains lightly. They held firm. “No one will find out. This room is soundproof. My men are outside and loyal. Right now, it’s just you and me. So decide, Doctor. Step on me. Or leave.”She looked down at his heavy, soft cock resting against his thigh. Her white coat was open, showing her full round breasts and the black lace thong that was already damp. The red heels made her legs look longer and more dangerous.Elara climb

Victor’s brutal thrusts filled her, yet all Elara could feel was the phantom sting of power still burning in her palms.She lay in bed afterward, staring at the ceiling while Victor slept beside her. Her body felt used, but her mind kept replaying the night with Dante. The weight of his cock under her heels. The way he groaned when she pressed down. The rush of control that made her feel alive.Sleep came late and restless.Her phone rang at 2:17 a.m. Elara grabbed it quickly so Victor wouldn’t wake. The number was unknown.“Hello?” she whispered.“Dr. Voss,” Dante’s voice came through, low and strained. “It’s bad. The new pills you prescribed. My whole body is burning. Fever. I can’t breathe right. I need you here.”Elara sat up fast. “Where are you? The penthouse?”“Yes. Hurry. Please.”She hung up and slipped out of bed. Victor stirred but didn’t open his eyes. She grabbed a silk robe from the closet, tied it around her naked body, and left without making a sound.The driver was al

The ring glinted mockingly on her finger as Dante’s dark eyes promised ruin. “Run home to him tonight, Doctor. But we both know you’ll be back.”Elara didn’t answer. She turned and left the penthouse without looking back. The drive home felt endless. When she slipped into bed beside Victor, he pulled her close in his sleep. She lay there wide awake, staring at the ceiling, her body still aching with need.The next session came two days later. Elara arrived at Dante’s private place with her bag in one hand and her heart in her throat. She had barely slept. Victor had fucked her again that morning, but she felt nothing except emptiness.Dante opened the door himself. He wore only black pants. “You came back.”“I shouldn’t have,” Elara said. She stepped inside and closed the door. “But here I am.”Dante studied her face. “You look like you’ve been fighting with yourself.”“I have,” she admitted. “Every single day. Every night when my husband touches me, I close my eyes and see you chaine