Claimed By The Don

y street. I stand at the window, watching the passing cars, my mind racing.

I se

ll frame is draped in a coat that flares in the wind like a shadow, hiding most of his face. His eyes-hidd

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for a split second, I wonder if this is a mistake. Maybe I'm imagining it. Maybe my mind is playing tricks. But no. His

us-they all seem so far away. So irrelevant. At this moment, none

is eyes on me, like they're burning right through me. My heart races, a steady rhythm that

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te him. I d

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but it doesn't. I feel... restless. I try to focus on something else, anything else. But all I ca

years ago. His voice, dark and full of promise, murmuring in my ear. "You c

e left me breathless. The way his touch still lingers in places I can't forget. I should have known better than to fall fo

ontrol. But there's no control when it comes to Dominic. My body betrays me every time.

scape the weight of the past. It presses down on me, suffoca

ning, every movement like a magnet pulling me back to him. To the way he

alls in shallow gasps, each breath a reminder of the ache that never

out the memory of him. The bed is too cold. The room

ms me. My heart is racing, pounding against my chest like it'

ow, flickering like a distant memory of a life that feels long g

ing. I can't tell if he's looking at me or just los

ssed, and leave before he does something stupid-b

s as the memories come flooding back. The way his lips felt against mine. The rawness of his touch. Th

e the first move. Or maybe I'm just waiting for the inevitable coll

I should shut him out, push

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onfession, like a sin I can't escape. My chest tightens with the f

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