Past Unbound (House of Doms Series) Read Free

sang and heated at the sight of the Dom, her mind roiled too much for comfort so she left after only being there an hour.
    “Well don’t keep us in suspense.  Spill,” Jamie yelled over the blaring music.
    Her head snapped up to look into Jamie’s pretty green eyes.  Where Sheila didn’t have a filter, Jamie was the firecracker.  She lived up to that fiery red hair of hers.  “Nothing to tell really.  From what I saw of it, it looks like a nice place.  I didn’t stay very long.”  She looked over at Sheila.  “I certainly didn’t get the spanking you keep telling me I need.”
    “Then you’ll just have to go back and get it,” Sheila said as she nudged Lia’s stool.  The three of them shared a laugh and another shot.
    Lia started to feel the hairs on the back of her neck rise and turned to look around the room.  She felt as though someone was watching her.  It wasn’t a pleasant feeling.
    “What’s the matter?”  Sheila’s voice brought her attention back around. 
    Shaking her head, she dismissed the feeling.  “Nothing. Let’s dance.”  Grabbing her friends’ hands, she pulled them to the dance floor and tried to shake the feeling creeping up her spine.
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    Darius knew he had seen her at the House last week.  His Lia —with all that butter caramel skin encasing a bevy of lush curves.  She’d let her dark brown hair grow longer in the six years since they’d parted.  It now hung long and straight down her back.  He had run into her friend Sheila a few days ago and wondered if she had mentioned to Lia that she had seen him.  After some coaxing Sheila had told him about this night club and the fact they came here a couple times a week for drinks and dancing.  He’d taken a chance and showed up tonight.  Now he sat in the shadows of the club watching her and her friends.  Nursing a beer at one of the small tables in the back, he’d felt her presence even before he’d seen her. The lighting was dim, but the strobe lights around the place made it easy for him to watch her.  He probably would be considered a stalker as he’d never let his eyes leave her.  Damn, he’d missed her.
    He was sure she’d seen him when she suddenly scanned the room, as if she knew he was watching her.  Lia and her friends moved from the bar to the dance floor and he swore he would come in his pants just watching her move.  The way her hips moved to the sensual beat of the Latin music the DJ had switched to had him picturing her riding his cock in the same fashion.  The way she put her hands in her hair, lifted it while rotating her hips and ass made him squirm in his seat.  His groan was loud enough for the couple at the other table to glare at him.
    Control.  He needed to regain his control.  Adjusting his massive hard-on in his jeans, he tried to stop the images of burying it deep within Lia once again. He had stayed away six years —six long years of hell.  He’d learned much about himself and his craft in the time he’d been away.  It was time to reclaim what was rightfully his and fill the gaping hole in his heart.

 
    Chapter Three
    It was late evening; the bakery was empty except for her and Kim, her perky pastry intern.  She was making peach and blueberry pies for the next day when she heard that familiar voice.  Looking out the open doorway of the kitchen into the seating area of her small bakery, Lia couldn’t believe he stood there.  The space could only hold three small round tables with two chairs each and the display cabinet with the register at one end.  His huge frame was taking up what extra space there was.  It had been six years since she’d last seen him.  In an instant her mind and body ran the gamut of emotions, but settled on indifference.  Or at least that’s what she told herself.  Sheila told her just yesterday that Darius was back in town and that she had seen him a couple days earlier.  As she looked at him standing at the counter, she