Page 39 of Vicious Vows

It was time for me to make my presence known. I kept the flirtatious woman in my gaze and walked straight over to where Dominic was sitting. In a bold move, I grabbed hold of the woman's hand and wrenched it away from Dominic.

"Ow! What the hell is your problem?" The woman hissed out.

"My problem is you seem to have forgotten what you were here to do. You're here to bring food and drink to Dominic, not have your hands all over my husband. I think you should remember that for next time or things could get a little ugly for you." The threat was out of my mouth before I could stop myself. I don't know if I'd ever act on it. I'd never harmed anyone in my life, but right now, all I could see was red.

"You—" before she could get the rest of the words out of her mouth, Dominic grabbed her shirt hard and yanked her forward, causing me to fall backward on his lap so I wouldn't be headbutted.

"My wife already warned you. I won't be so nice. If I ever hear you or anyone else calling her out of her name, you're going to have more to worry about than some hurt feelings. Now go to the kitchen and bring her breakfast." Dominic let her shirt go, and she stumbled backward as if she'd been smacked in the face.

"Move!" Dominic barked, and the poor woman's bottom lip trembled as she turned and quickly walked out of the room.

My heart beat a million miles a minute in my chest as I sat frozen in Dominic's lap.

"Good morning, beautiful. You seem well-rested." Dominic whispered in my ear, and I shuddered at how close he was to me.

"I'm not. I couldn't sleep after last night." I admitted and turned in his direction.

"I see." He dropped his hand to my thigh, the skin exposed in my seated position, and slowly trailed his fingers up my flesh.

"Do you normally go off on the help like that?" He asked, his eyes focused down on his hands and his head tilted to the side.

"No, and I don't want to have to do it again."

"Is that a threat, my sweet girl? Are you trying to dictate who I fuck in my own house?" His eyes jumped up to mine, and I sucked in a soft gasp as I focused on the thunderous gaze in his darkening gray eyes.

"You don't want me to dictate who you can fuck, then divorce me," I whispered back in response.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around my waist before he pushed himself back in the chair, lifted me up, and settled me on his lap again, this time with my legs on either side of his body.

In habit, I reached down and tried to pull the sleep shirt further down my legs, but he simply snarled at me and caused me to move my hands.

"You're jealous?" he asked.

"Not jealous. Just don't want to have to deal with the backlash of sharing someone who's supposed to be my husband. What's the point of trying to make everyone believe this plan of ours if you insist on slobbering over everything with tits and a pussy." I squint my eyes at him and wait for his retort, but he doesn't give me any. Instead, he stares deep into my eyes, his gaze getting more and more intense as the seconds pass.

A second later, the same woman who was in here catering to Dominic a moment ago brought in a plate piled high with food. My stomach grumbled at the sight. I was starving.

She placed the plate on the other side of the dining table as if she expected me to get up and walk over there to eat. I was happy to do so, but Dominic had other plans.

"Oh no, you don't. In fact, I think I need to prove to you just how dedicated to this plan I am." Dominic leaned in and whispered against the side of my neck, "Bring her food over here to me." Dominic ordered, and the woman clenched her jaw as she walked back over to where Dominic was sitting with my food in her hand. She placed it right alongside his plate and gestured with his hand for the woman to move.

I followed her with my eyes as she walked over to the side of the room but didn't leave. She must need to stay close by in case Dominic needs anything else.

I watched in shock as Dominic reached over to my plate, pulled a piece of fruit, and pressed it to my lips. I turned my head away slightly and snap at him.

"I'm more than capable of feeding myself."

"You are, but I'm feeding you. If you intend to eat today, you'll eat from my hand like a good wife." He grabs hold of my chin and forces my face back in his direction.

I wanted to keep my lips closed, but my stomach protested once again. I opened my mouth slightly, awaiting whatever brutal humiliation Dominic had planned for me, but instead, he only swipes the fruit along my lips and slides a small bite into my mouth. The freshness of the fruit bursts on my tongue, and I can't help the moan that bubbles up out of my throat. He quickly gets another piece of fruit and does it again. And again. Next, he grabs some bacon and does the same. It's an intimate and intense act.

Not only the act of him feeding me but also the position that I'm in. I'm splayed out on his lap like a platter, and he's taking his time to tend to me. He picks up some sort of pastry and presses it to my lips, but when I bite down into it, a drop of jelly falls to my chest right above the fabric of the nightshirt.

"You've made a mess." He whispered, his voice heavy.

"Clean it." I ordered, and his eyes widen at my dominant tone.

I've never been the type of person to voice my wants or needs, but the fact that I'm able to, and he's not automatically telling me how rude I am, only turns me on more. I press down on his lap, and even though I'm not naked, I could feel his cock straining up against my core. This is turning him on.

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