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Below you’ll find an exclusive extended scene set immediately after Chapter 10, on the night of Dominic’s grovel at the hacker café. We hope you enjoy spending a little more time with Dominic and Kit!
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Penance
An Extended Scene from Backend Developer
⚠️ Warning: Explicit Content
This scene takes place immediately after Chapter 10, on the night of Dominic’s grovel at the hacker café.
The restaurant was absurd.
Kit had chosen it specifically for that reason—three Michelin stars, a six-month waitlist, and the kind of clientele who looked at Dominic’s $5,000 suit and somehow still managed to seem unimpressed. The maître d’ had raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow when Kit walked in wearing ripped jeans and a vintage band tee, but a whispered word from Dominic (and, Kit suspected, a significant amount of money) had smoothed everything over.
Now they sat across from each other at a table so small their knees kept brushing underneath, surrounded by the soft murmur of old money and the clink of crystal that cost more than Kit’s laptop.
“You’re enjoying this,” Dominic said, watching Kit study the menu with theatrical intensity.
“I’m enjoying watching you watch me enjoy this.” Kit grinned over the top of the leather-bound wine list. “Is that the tasting menu? The one that’s thirty-seven courses and takes four hours?”
“Please don’t.”
“I’m considering it.”
“Kit.“
“The sommelier said they have a wine that costs eight thousand dollars a bottle. Eight thousand dollars. For grape juice.” Kit’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “I could buy a car for that. A bad car, but still a car.”
Dominic’s expression was pained. “Order whatever you want.”
“Dangerous words, Mr. Vance.”
In the end, Kit showed mercy—or at least, his version of it. He ordered a five-course meal instead of thirty-seven, a bottle of wine that cost merely obscene amounts instead of criminal ones, and only mildly terrorized the waiter by asking detailed questions about the “foam situation” on one of the appetizers.
But as the meal progressed—as they talked and laughed and slowly rebuilt the bridges that had burned—Kit became aware of a tension building beneath his skin. A heat that had nothing to do with the wine and everything to do with the man across from him.
Dominic was watching him.
Not obviously. Not in a way that anyone else would notice. But Kit felt that steel-gray gaze like a physical touch, tracking every movement of his hands, his mouth, the column of his throat when he swallowed.
Dominic wanted him.
And unlike before—unlike the frantic collision in the office, the desperate claiming on the couch—this time, Kit was going to make him wait.
“You’re doing that on purpose,” Dominic said, voice low.
Kit looked up from his dessert, all innocence. “Doing what?”
“Eating that chocolate thing like—” Dominic’s jaw clenched. “Like that.”
Kit took another slow bite of the mousse, letting the spoon drag across his lower lip, holding Dominic’s gaze the entire time.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Liar.”
“Prove it.”
Dominic’s hand found his under the table. Squeezed hard enough to bruise.
“When we leave here,” Dominic said, barely above a whisper, “I am going to—”
“You’re not going to do anything.” Kit’s voice was steady, but heat was pooling low in his belly. “Tonight, you’re mine. Remember? Whatever I say, when I say it.”
A muscle jumped in Dominic’s jaw. “And if I don’t agree?”
“Then I order the eight-thousand-dollar wine and make you watch me drink the whole thing while describing, in explicit detail, everything I’m not going to do to you.”
Dominic made a sound that might have been a laugh or might have been a groan.
“You’re a menace.”
“You love it.”
“God help me, I do.”
Kit smiled, finished his dessert with deliberate slowness, and signaled for the check.
They barely made it through Kit’s apartment door.
Dominic was on him the moment the lock clicked—hands in Kit’s hair, mouth hot and demanding against his, pressing him back against the wall with the full weight of his body.
Kit let him have thirty seconds.
Then he planted both hands on Dominic’s chest and shoved.
Dominic stumbled back, surprise flickering across his face. “Kit—”
“What did I say?” Kit’s voice was calm, steady, completely at odds with the fire burning in his veins. “Tonight, you’re mine. That means you don’t touch until I say you can touch. Understand?”
Dominic’s pupils were blown wide, his chest heaving. But he nodded.
“Words.”
“I understand.”
“Good.” Kit pushed off from the wall, circling Dominic slowly. “Take off your jacket.”
Dominic complied, shrugging off the suit jacket and letting it fall to the floor—a small surrender from a man who usually treated clothing like armor.
“The tie.”
Dominic’s hands went to the knot at his throat. Loosened it. Let it slip free.
“The shirt. Slowly.”
Button by button, Dominic undid his shirt, revealing inches of skin that Kit wanted to taste, to mark, to claim. By the time the fabric parted, Kit’s mouth had gone dry.
“Stop there.”
Dominic froze, shirt open but still on, looking wrecked already—hair mussed from Kit’s earlier grab, lips red from kissing, chest flushed with arousal.
And they’d barely started.
“Bedroom,” Kit said. “Now.”
Later—much later—they lay there, wrapped around each other, as the city hummed outside and the night stretched on.
“Kit?” Dominic said eventually.
“Mm?”
“Thank you.”
“For the orgasm? Because that was—”
“For everything.” Dominic’s arms tightened around him. “For not giving up on me. For giving me another chance. For—” His voice cracked. “For loving me, even when I didn’t deserve it.”
Kit propped himself up, meeting Dominic’s eyes in the dim light.
“You always deserved it,” he said. “You just didn’t believe it yet.”
“And now?”
“Now?” Kit smiled, leaning down to kiss him soft and slow. “Now we have the rest of our lives to make you believe.”
Dominic pulled him down, kissing him until they were both breathless, until the words ran out and only touch remained.
Outside, the city glittered in the darkness.
Inside, two people who’d found each other against all odds fell asleep in each other’s arms, finally home.
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