Page 27 of Vicious Vows

"You fucking bitch!" he snarled as he wrapped his arms around my midsection and did his best to pin my arms.

I was incensed. Even with my hands clamped down tight at my sides, I didn't stop fighting. I flung my head back, and a spike of satisfaction surged inside of me when I heard the telltale crunch of my head making contact with his nose.

"Ah, fuck!" he released me again, and I turned on him like a wild cat. I swung my arms, pummeling his head and arms as hard as I could.

My breath came fast, and my eyes were all but pinned to his crouching form. It didn't take him but a second to get back to his full height before I heard the screech of tires behind me—the car had arrived.

Dominic grabbed me once again, and this time he picked me up over his shoulder so I could hit nothing but his back and kick my feet wildly in the air. It wasn't doing much damage, but I was still releasing some of this pent-up anger just by pounding on all his muscles.

He ripped the door to the car open before he knelt forward and tossed me in like a ragdoll. I wound up bouncing off the back seat and coming to a stop on my ass in the rear footwell of the back seat. Dominic rushed into the car with a killer's intent plastered on his face.

It didn't even occur to me to think that this man might kill me right now for what I'd done. He'd already pressed a knife and a gun to my face and threatened to do that very thing if I had messed up his plan. I'm sure my having a full-on meltdown in front of all his gangster friends was enough to put a kink in what he thought was to happen tonight.

"You're out of your fucking mind. You think you can put your grimy hands on me and get away with it! I should fucking skin you alive!" he roared as the car pulled off from the front of the event.

Suddenly, as I sat in the rear footwell of the car and looked up at Dominic's hulking frame, all the fire I'd felt standing outside the car vanished, and now I was truly scared for my life. He was going to kill me right here, and no one would ever look for my body. Maybe my sister, but she was too busy hiding out to be concerned. The driver was under his payroll, and everyone else that Dominic kept around him was too scared to go against him.

If I died right now, I doubt anyone would even remember my name.

"No, please, wait." I whimpered and raised my hands to shield my face.

"Now you fucking beg! Beg like the pathetic slut you are!" Dominic roared at me and lunged in my direction.

In a last-ditch effort to save my hide, I swung my arms again, this time not doing anything but managing to slap his hands away from me.

He growled so loudly it felt as if he'd rattled the windows of the car. Instead of reaching for my arms, Dominic pivoted slightly and grabbed hold of my hair. He yanked me up hard, dragging me over the smooth leather seats until I was kneeling on the seat.

"You want my blood? You want me to hurt, so do it here!" He wiped his fingers over his face, capturing the blood under his nose on his fingertips before he smeared it like a moisturizer on my face.

I sputtered and coughed, twisting and turning my body in every which way to get away from the disgusting act.

"Dominic, stop! Oh, god, stop it! I cried trying to get away from this crazed man. 'Please!' I begged.

My screams were so loud at one point I watched the driver cringe and put a hand to his ear. Maybe he'd help me. Maybe he'd grow a fucking conscience and stop this before it got too intense.

I watched the driver reach down and a spark of hope rose in my gut as I saw him reach for something. Did he have a gun or a phone? Something that I could use.

A deep whirring sound rolled through the car, and my mouth dropped as I watched a privacy partition slowly roll up between the back seat and the front. He wouldn't help me either.

"You're nothing but fucking trouble! Why can't you act right!" Dominic continued to yell at me, his hand on my hair tugging even harder, hard enough it felt like he was ripping chunks of my hair out.

"Dominic, I'm sorry. Please don't." I cried harder, snot and saliva coating my blood-stained face.

His eyes narrowed and he pulled my face closer to his. A mix of fury and something else swirled in his eyes. "Now you're sorry. I warned you, Faye. I warned you what would happen if you put your hands on me. Did you think I was lying?"

Quickly, I thought back on our conversation in the bathroom. He told me if I ever struck him I'd be punished but what did that punishment entail? A bullet to the head? My skin peeled off like he just threatened. I didn't know what he had planned and the anticipation of it all made the dread in my gut that much worse.

In a perfect move, Dominic slid his large body into the middle of the back seat and yanked my body so it was draped over his lap.

"What are you doing? What..." I didn't have time to figure out what was going on before he clamped his leg over mine and pressed a large hand at the very back of my neck, keeping me laid tightly against him.

A loud whooshing sound permeated my air before I felt the sting of his hand against my ass.

I sucked in a deep breath, shocked by the force of his blow.

He was spanking me.

"You're going to ruin everything!" he snarled and smacked me again. Over and over in the same spot until my short-lived shocked silence turned into guttural screams.

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