Page 38 of Vicious Vows

At least that's what I wanted to believe. Still, I'd seen him at his worst. The man forced himself on me, kept me captive and then had the nerve to be mad when I played along with his plan.

I turned back over in the bed, my eyes focusing on the ornate ceiling above.

He was angry about what happened at the party. Not just angry because he thought I'd embarrassed him but jealous because he thought I was flirting with someone else.

Why would he be jealous if he didn't give a shit about me?

A subtle tingle raced over my body as I remembered how he spanked my ass in the car. Something about the way he abused me but then made me feel so good in the same light had me aching for another release.

I've never been afraid to make myself feel good but the idea that he could walk in at any moment and see me touching myself just ramped up my desire. I wanted him to know what I'm feeling. I wanted him to take responsibility for it.

I kicked the covers off, suddenly the smooth fabric had become too uncomfortable on my heated body.

My hands roamed over my body, quickly pinching my nipples before diving below my waist and onto my already throbbing clit. I needed to come now.

I dipped my fingers against my opening bringing some of my arousal up before I started rubbing at the tight nub.

Electricity slingshotted through my body and my back arched up off the bed.

It's almost as if I could hear him in my ear, telling me that I was a good girl being so wet for him. And I was. I was fantasizing about the man who'd been terrorizing me.

I rubbed faster, my breath coming in staccato pants and sweat beading at my temples.

I was able to get myself to the very tip of the cliff but for the life of me, I couldn't keep the tempo long enough to fall over.

After edging myself more than half a dozen times I slammed my hands down to my side, punching the thick mattress with my small hands. I couldn't do it.

I couldn't come without Dominic and the thought that he'd already affected me so intensely had me near tears. I didn't want him to have control of this part of my life too.

It was too late for me to complain about it. Now all I could do was find a way to rectify the problem.

A problem it seemed only Dominic could fix.

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I took a long shower and got dressed. I opted for one of the long sleepshirts Dominic had the personal stylist get for me. With bare feet and my hair up in a messy bun, I poked my head out the door to check for any security.

Yuri was there as usual, his eyebrows hitched up when he saw me.

"Where's Dominic?"

"He's in the dining room eating breakfast," he answered matter-of-factly.

Usually, Dominic would have one of his minions bring me breakfast into the room so the fact that he didn't made me believe that he wanted me to come and ask for it. Another way to display his power over me.

I rolled my eyes at the ridiculousness of it. I needed to find a way to take my power back from him. Even a little bit.

With courage I didn't feel the day before, I walked out of the room, not caring that Yuri was trailing right behind me, and made my way to the dining room. If Dominic was going to go out of his way to make my life miserable, I could do the same for him.

Yuri doesn't say anything as I slowly open the door to the large dining room. Dominic's eyes instantly flew up to where I was standing, but instead of scowling, that slick half-smile inched up his face. He didn't expect me to come searching for him. It surprised him. I don't want to feel any pride in that fact, but I can't help the soft thrill passing through me.

Before I had a chance to open up my mouth, I watched as one of the women in the room, someone I hadn't seen before, walked over to serve him some more coffee. She was very close for no real reason. She bent over far to give him an eagle-eyed view of her tits in the too-small top before she dropped her hand onto his forearm and whispered something.

"No, I'm fine," Dominic answered, but it wasn't enough for her to get the hint. She slid her hand up his forearm and onto his biceps, where I watched her squeeze the muscle underneath his shirt. All the while, Dominic's eyes were on me. He wasn't paying the woman any mind, but that didn't mean that I wasn't.

It was more of the same; the woman at the birthday party we went to the other night was the same way, touching and grabbing onto Dominic like he belonged to her. He never pushed her away either.

A memory of what I said to him last night rings in my mind. I promised him that I wouldn't sit back and just let him or any other woman disrespect me. If he was meant to be my husband, whoever this woman was should know not to touch him.

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