Thirty-Seven
Bianca
I woke up with a groan—my eyes dry and scratchy, and my throat thick.
“Shit,” I muttered.
It took me a moment to realize I wasn’t in my room. I sat up, wincing, and found Dominic sitting in his leather chair, flipping a coin across his knuckles, his face drawn into an emotionless mask. His black hair was a mess like he’d been tugging on it all night.
“Welcome back,” he said in a low rumble.
I bit my bottom lip and swallowed.
“You’re mad.” It was a statement, not a question. I knew Dominic well enough by now to know when I’d pissed him off.
He leaned forward, a muscle popping along his jaw. “What do you think I’d be mad about, wasp?”
“Levin,” I whispered, locking eyes with him.
He raised a dark brow. “You think?”
I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to answer the question, so I twisted my fingers in the blanket instead and waited for him to continue.
“Take off your clothes.”
“What?”
“Did I fucking stutter? I said take off your clothes.” He got to his feet and approached me like a predator on the hunt for something weak and terrified.
My head ached, and my emotions were all over the place. Tiny blips of my night with Levin rocketed through my memory. The way he’d kissed me. Touched me. Commanded me. Marked me.
“Now!” Dominic’s deep shout startled me.
I tugged off a shirt that was too big and slipped out of sweatpants that weren’t mine. I wore nothing underneath. My bra and panties were probably still lying somewhere on Levin’s floor with my blouse and skirt.
Dominic gazed down at me, his green eyes taking in my bareness.
I held my breath as butterflies danced to life in my chest. His fingers grazed along my breasts, that dark, angry look he wore so well crowding his handsome features.
“Did you ask for this?” his voice was soft.
“I-I don’t know. I mean, we were drinking, and I smoked a joint with him. He told me to. I didn’t say no.”
“So you wanted it?” Dominic’s taut features softened as he tore his gaze from my breasts.
I nodded, my cheeks heating. “Yes.”
“I see.” He sat on the edge of the bed, staring into my eyes.
“You’re mad.” A repeated statement.
“Concerned. Confused.” He let out a breath. “Worried.”
“Why?” I made to cover myself, but he reached out and took the blankets from my hands.
“Because I see a lot of bad things happening to you in the very near future, wasp.”
I swallowed. “I expected nothing less.”
He said nothing else, opting to reach out and cradle one of my breasts in his hand, his brows crinkled.
I drew in a shaky breath as he shifted closer to me and leaned in, his lips a fraction from my own.
I had no idea what he was thinking, but that was just how Dominic was.
No one ever knew. He could put me to the floor in an instant and make me do whatever he wanted.
I might fight because I loved the look he got in his eyes when I did, but I knew I’d always submit.
“What are you doing?” I murmured as he moved his hand to the back of my head.
“Whatever the fuck I want,” was his rough answer as he tugged my head back by my hair.
A gasp stuttered from me as he moved in and trailed his lips across my jaw before moving down my neck.
My breathing picked up. I twisted my fingers into his dark button down while he sucked hard on my neck.
When his teeth grazed the tender flesh, I whimpered.
The sound made him tighten his hold on me and bite me harder.
“Dominic—”
His lips nibbled up to my ear. “You will say nothing,” he purred darkly. “And you’ll take whatever I give you. Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Dominic.”
“Good.” He nipped at my earlobe and lifted me like I weighed nothing at all.
I hadn’t even realized he’d undone his pants during his hot kisses and bites. His long, thick length slid against my folds as he settled me down on him. He filled me completely, the fullness at that angle giving way to a pinch of pain.
“Fuck me like you wanted to fuck him.”
My breathing grew shaky at his words. When I didn’t move, he reached out with his other hand and slapped my ass hard, making me cry out.
“Fuck me, wasp,” he snarled as he twisted his fingers in my hair again. “Fuck me and make me feel better.”
“Is something wrong?” I still didn’t move.
“ Everything is wrong. I want something to feel right, even if it’s just for a moment.
So fuck me before I turn you around and fuck you until you bleed for me.
” His lips whispered along my jaw again.
“Until you scream for me. I want something to break, Bianca. Trust me, you don’t want it to be you. ”
My guts clenched at his words. As much as the idea of his roughness turned me on, my body was sore from Levin, and I was sure Dominic’s brand of terror would be even fiercer.
I moved, sliding up then down, my hands grasping his tense shoulders in a death grip as I winced along his cock.
“Fuck,” he groaned softly, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back.
Having him at my command spurred me on, so I rode him faster, my body adjusting to his with each slide along his dick.
“Take what you want,” he grunted, his eyes opening and locking on mine. “I’m close to losing it, and when I do, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget about every other man who’s touched you before this moment.”
I knew it was a jab at Fallon and my feelings for him.
“But I don’t want to forget,” I gasped, slowing my movements, my mind racing with thoughts of Fallon’s kisses. His touch. The way he smiled and said my name. Then Levin. It may have been one night, but I wanted that memory too.
A muscle thrummed along his jaw for a fraction of second before he had me on my back, railing into me so hard I saw stars. His grip on my hips was painfully hard.
“Dom—”
His lips crushed against mine before I could complete my sentence. The words died away as his tongue swept into my mouth, wrestling with mine. I clawed at his back, making him groan and thrust faster. The heat he was creating within me was sure to set fire to the both of us.
“Oh God,” I moaned as the inferno he was building turned into a sweeping heat, engulfing everything I was as I clenched around his cock, my body trembling violently beneath him.
My nails scratched deeper into his back as I held onto him.
“More,” he groaned, fucking me hard and fast. “Make me hurt, wasp. Make me bleed for you.”
I dug in deeper. He groaned again, the sexy sound filling the room, and continued his onslaught, his lips finding mine again.
“Tell me you fucking hate me,” he said breathlessly, pulling away as he continued to thrust into me.
“I don’t.” I moved to cradle his face, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head.
“Liar. Tell me.”
“No.”
“Fucking tell me,” he growled, thrusting hard, making me moan out.
“N-No.”
“Make this easier. Just tell me you hate me for all the shit I’ve done. For taking you from someone you were falling in love with. For making you do this. For everything I have to do to you.”
“No.”
He held onto my hands with one of his and moved his other one to grip my throat. My eyes widened as he squeezed, his cock still buried inside me.
His eyes wavered, his lips twitching at the corners. He looked positively sinister. Broken. Hurt.
“Fucking say it, Bianca. I need to hear it,” he said breathlessly. “Tell me you hate me.”
I arched against him as an orgasm took hold. He groaned as I clenched around him, his hand around my throat squeezing as I wheezed.
“L-Love. N-Not h-hate,” I rasped.
His eyes grew wild before he let out a low groan, his cock twitching deep inside me, filling me with his release.
His hold on my throat and wrists lessened, his breathing labored.
He rested his forehead against mine and was silent for a moment as I lay beneath his weight, waiting for the hammer to fall.
I’d spoken a truth. I did feel for him. I cared.
I. . . loved. It was the same feelings I had for Fallon.
They’d crept up more slowly, but they were very much there.
They were there for Vincent and Levin too, even if it seemed insane.
“Wrong answer,” his voice shook as he whispered the words.
He withdrew from me and got off the bed without another word. I watched as he stalked to his bathroom. Seconds later, the shower turned on.
Tears prickled my eyes. He hadn’t said it back.
Maybe some fucked up part of me hoped he felt for me too.
It was the same part that believed my dad was going to come back and that Fallon and I could make things work.
That I could make this work with all of them.
That we could leave this place and make a life away from the violence of it all.
That part of me was a fucked up mess. That part crumbled as I lay in the mess we’d made, his seed dripping out of me.
I realized I really was just a game to them.
I couldn’t break them apart. Ever. They loved who and what they were more than they’d ever be able to love me.
And it really sucked.
The sound of falling water shifted as Dominic got into the shower. Wincing at the aches in my body, I stood and pulled on the discarded shirt and sweats from the floor. Heavy hearted, I went to the door, not bothering to tell him I was leaving.
I had no doubts he gave a shit anyway.