Pleasure Under His Command

He touched her in ways she didn't understand but craved. Every movement, every kiss, every whisper made her shiver. His hands slid down her gown and tore off her panties.

Spreading her legs as his face went straight to her p***y like he was starving. And goodness, that was just the beginning.
His tongue hit her like a rocket She screamed like a slut… She never knew she could scream like that. She had never been with anyone like him. She didn't know what she was doing… but somehow, that didn't matter.
He took control, and she allowed him to. His tongue didn't just lick, it devoured her p***y, slowly and deep. Like he was memorizing every part of her body.

"F**k.." She cried her nails dug deep into the leather seat of the car, her legs shaking as he spread them wider shoving his two fingers into her without hesitation.

After a brutal breakup that left her questioning her worth, Isabella Hart swore she'd never let another man make her feel small again. Her ex's final words still echoed in her head... that she couldn't satisfy him, that she didn't even know what real pleasure was.

So when a night out to forget turns into something wild, reckless, and unforgettable, Izzy doesn't think... she just feels.

One stranger. One night. One taste of what it means to lose control.
He was dominant, commanding, intoxicating… and she never even got his name.

But when Monday morning arrives, Izzy walks into her new job and comes face-to-face with the stranger from that night.

Her boss.

Dominic Steele doesn't do relationships.
He doesn't do feelings. But one taste of Isabella Hart wasn't enough.
Now he's torn between keeping things professional and claiming what he believes is his.

What happens when one night isn't just one night anymore?