Page 59 of Vicious Vows

There's no time better than the present.

CHAPTER 26

Faye

My heart thundered in my chest as I watched Dominic walk around the small room.

I wasn't sure what he was looking for but with every step, it was clear that he had every intention of being here for a long while.

He opened the closet and took out a medium-sized box. When he let out a relieved sigh I fought the need to lean over and see what he was looking at. He told me not to move and at this moment I didn't want to do anything that would tip him over the edge.

"I must admit, it's not often someone gets the better of me, Faye." He pulled the box out of the closet and dropped it on the other side of the bed out of my sight.

"I wasn't trying to get the-"

"Shut the fuck up!" He barked at me.

I clamped my mouth shut again, angry that he wouldn't even let me explain myself. Not that I thought he would. I'd done the one thing he warned me not to do. He told me what would happen if I ran from him and now I'm sitting on the bed just waiting for him to kill me.

"I bet your sister trained you on what I'd like. Trained you how to get under my skin. How far were you willing to go to get me addicted to you?" He asked again but I didn't respond.

My sister didn't give me any pointers. When it comes to carnal knowledge the only tips I'd ever gotten were from an anatomy book in high school.

"I have to say, most of us like your sister because she doesn't have any limits. She'd let us fuck her to death as long as she'd be ensured a payday in hell. I bet it's the same for you. I bet I could destroy that tight little pussy for the right amount of cash." He reached into his pants and pulled out his wallet.

I watched in shock as he peeled off three thousand dollars and tossed it on the nightstand. "This should be enough. You're paid better than any other slut I've had."

I can't hold back anymore. "I'm not a slut! You know-"

Once again he doesn't let me finish my words. He lunges forward and slams a hand against my mouth so hard my lips bumped into my teeth. I can feel the blood pooling against my tongue. And I shake my head trying to move away from him. When he pulls the gun up and presses it to my temple yet again all thoughts of fighting evaporate.

He'd kill me.

The unhinged chaos swirling in his gray eyes proved that with one glance.

"I'm not going to tell you again. Shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear anything out of that mouth. Every word that you spew is nothing but lies and deception. You're not going to poison me again." He released my mouth and then reached over to the box and pulled out a small black ball attached to a strap of leather. I wasn't sure what it was but the tag on the edge of it led me to believe that it was new.

"Seems like your sister was ready for just about anything in this small room. I told you I'd punish you if you tried to leave me and I meant it. I don't want to get my sheets messed up with your blood so I think I'll just punish you here. Just in case your sister decides to come back she'll see what she has in store for her." He placed the gun to the side out of my reach before he grabbed the hair at the nape of my neck and positioned my face so I was looking at him.

There was nothing in his eyes that showed the man I'd already started to get used to. No, right now Dominic was nothing more than the murderous psychopath that I'd been scared of the first moment I'd met him.

Confusion washed through me as he used his free hand to hook his thumb into my mouth to force me to open up. Spit poured out the side of my mouth as he jammed the small black ball into my mouth and quickly secured the leather straps around the back of my head.

I groaned loud but the leather completely covered my lips. He'd gagged me.

Panic bubbled up inside of me.

"Can't have you screaming the walls down. I don't want to have to deal with the cops." He winked at me and I shivered at the coldness of it.

This was it. He was going to kill me.

When he reached back over to the box and pulled out a pair of handcuffs I couldn't stay still any longer. The threat of long and inhumane torture was far scarier than him just putting a bullet in my head.

Turning on my front, I tried to scramble across the bed and out toward the window like my sister did.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Dominic grabbed my foot and pulled me back down toward him. My legs spread allowing him to get closer to me without actually being on top of me.

He grabbed the gun again and this time pressed it to the back of my skull. Tears flowed freely down my face and I hiccuped as I tried to get enough air not to pass out through my nose.

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