Page 26 of Vicious Vows

"You and I both know that's not a good idea. The last man who tried to put his hands on me while I was married to Dominic got his fingers cut off. Just think what he'd do to us if he found us fooling around in a closet somewhere. Unless, of course, you're at ease letting go of that big cock of yours." I said, making sure to boost the man's ego in the process.

He hissed and sat back, "No, my dick is my best friend. I don't think I want to part ways with it." He laughed and moved his hands from my thigh.

"I'm going to miss you, Farrah, seriously, we had some good times."

"Hmm," I nodded slowly, "we did, times I'll never forget," I replied before I looked at my gaze over him one final time.

I'm not sure what my sister ever saw in this man, but he does nothing for me. There are no butterflies in my gut, no surge of lust just from his touch. Whatever relationship my sister had with him must have been something only the two of them could recreate. He did nothing for me; in fact, as of recently, the only time my body had any type of carnal reaction was when Dominic was in the room.

As if my mind suddenly remembered what I was doing at the event, my eyes shot forward, and I watched as Dominic stormed in my direction. His eyes burned with bloodlust and fury.

"You're going to miss your life even more than you miss me if you don't get up and walk away," I whispered hurriedly in the man's direction.

I watched the blood drain from his face as he slyly glimpsed over his shoulder and saw Dominic coming toward us.

"You're right, that's my cue." The man nodded at me one final time before he got to his feet and faster than I thought possible he walked away from me, already getting lost in the crowd.

I craned my neck upwards as Dominic came to a stop in front of me. His lips pressed together hard as he glared down at me.

"Get your shit," he snarled.

"What? Why are we leaving?" I asked, confused as to why he'd want to leave the party so soon after we'd just gotten there. He made it seem like it was a big deal for him to be seen by these people.

"I didn't ask you to give me any fucking lip; I told you to get your shit. Now!" he barked loud enough that two people deep in their own conversation at the next table overheard and whipped their heads in our direction.

I hoped to see some concern on their faces. That's what I'd expect to see from the normal populace. Instead, I watched as a sinister smile curled their lips.

Truly I was dining with evil.

I clamped my mouth shut not wanting to cause too much of a scene and grabbed the small clutch I came with. There was nothing inside, but it complemented the dress.

Dominic barely waited for me to get to my feet before he grabbed hold of my upper arm hard and began to tug me toward the exit.

"You're hurting me," I said between gritted teeth.

"Shut the fuck up," he answered and didn't loosen his grip.

I had to nearly jog to keep up with his long stride. He had no regard for what I would need in the high-heeled shoes I was wearing. I stumbled a few times as we made our way out of the event and to the small valet stand where we waited for our driver to come back around with our car.

"You think you can make a fucking fool out of me. Think I wouldn't catch on to you acting like the fucking slut I know you are." He seethed at me.

I jerked my head back and gasped at his audacity. "What the hell are you talking about? I didn't act like a slut with anyone. Out of the both of us, it was you who was acting like you were on the prowl for a date, not me." I replied.

"Watch your fucking mouth," He jerked on my arm again; the pain in his grasp radiated down the muscle and into my elbow. I tried to yank my arm away, but the more I pulled, the more pain I felt.

"Let go of me," I ordered him again; this time the sting of tears burned the back of my eyelids. I'd never been manhandled before I met Dominic. Never been in a fight. Hell, I was never even disciplined as a child.

The anger of having someone who is supposed to be acting like my husband abuses me in such a way bubbled up inside of me.

"Be still! I don't have time for your bullshit games, and you better pray that no one noticed your conversation with your little boyfriend either. If I hear one fucking word about this shit, there'll be hell to pay."

Hot tears streamed down my face as I fought to keep my composure. I was tired of him not listening to me, tired of being his victim when all I was trying to do was keep everyone happy—him and this messed-up scheme he had going, my sister and her need to stay out of trouble. I was trying to please everyone, yet no one was taking into account that I could only take so much. I was at my breaking point.

"I said get off of me," I hissed at Dominic one final time, but he only jerked me closer to him, shooting someone across the lot a tight smile. He was still trying to save face. Fuck that.

"Get off me!" I screamed as loud as my voice could get before I used my free hand and swung my clutch as hard as I could toward his face.

He didn't have time to brace for this one, and I made clear contact with the side of his face. He stumbled back slightly before he recovered, but I didn't let up. I swung the bag again and again until he ripped it from my hand and tossed it to the ground.

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