Her Dom's Lesson (Dominic Powers, Book 2)

CHAPTER ONE

I'm sitting outside his house again, just like I've done almost every night for the past two weeks. It's been eight weeks since I've seen him, talked to him, felt him, or tasted him. It's fucking killing me. All of this is killing me but I feel like I have no way out. I'm in an invisible cell, there are bars all around me, and I'm completely trapped. I feel like I'm suffocating and he is my very breath. Every day, I feel my strength chipping away. One piece at a time, I'm unraveling.

Sudden movement at his lakeside mansion catches my eye and brings me out of my self-loathing pity party. The huge, ornate double front door is standing wide open and in the center of that double door is my Dom. His hair is slightly messy and he's sexy as ever. His blue button down shirt is untucked and he looks is a little disheveled. His feet are bare and he has a glass of his favorite bourbon in his hand. His eyes scan the area but I don't think he sees me.

The air is completely sucked out of my car and out of my lungs. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. A woman sashays up beside him, wraps her arm around his waist, and leans up to kiss his lips before she walks down the front steps. He leans against the doorjamb and watches her get in her car and drive off. They wave at each other and I watch, unable to tear my eyes away, as he smiles at her.

I recognize that smile instantly and my heart constricts further. That smile used to be for me.

My. God.

My heart has just shattered into a million pieces. Has he replaced me already?

He continues to watch her car until it disappears into the horizon. All of a sudden, his head jerks in my direction and, even though I originally thought I was in a safe spot, I now know that he's fully aware that I'm here. I feel his eyes on me, the heat radiating off of his muscular body, and the tension is building to unbelievable levels inside my car even though he hasn't moved from his spot. He straightens his body and I can tell from his stance that his eyes are narrowed in anger – at me.

His arm flies up in the air in my direction as his index finger points at me. With a crook of his finger, he demands that I come to him. Heaving a heavy sigh, resigned to the lashing I am about to receive, I put my car in gear and drive the short distance to his lake house, stopping in the circular drive at his front door. Exiting the car on shaky legs, I'm suddenly scared to death of what he'll say. At this point, I would gladly take any physical pain over the mental anguish I've been in. Nothing he could physically do to me would hurt as badly as what he could order me to do.

Such as, leave and never come back.

He is my Dom no matter what has happened. He owns me – heart, body, and mind. If he orders something of me, I will comply regardless of what it is or what it costs me. I know this and this is the very thing that scares me to death. I say silent prayers all the way up the steps to his expansive front porch. He hasn't moved from the doorway but I can feel his eyes burning into me.

I can't raise my eyes to meet his. I mean I physically can't do it. I feel the weight of his stare, I feel the depth of his pain...the pain I caused him...and I know the inner turmoil he is experiencing. He's my Dom and I know him inside and out. I know he still feels it, too. But now he doesn't trust me and without trust...well, I can't let my thoughts go there just yet. It's too painful and I'm too weak to face it just yet.