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“Better?” He said and grabbed me hard before slamming his lips to mine. “Faye, all these years I thought I knew what coming felt like. Nothing has ever felt like that. You’re amazing. So fucking amazing.” he praises me and I fall down against his chest with a small smile on my lips.

Even as the thought began to form in my mind I knew it was wrong. I should hate this man for all of eternity but I can’t. I can’t deny the way I want this man. His life and his promise to make my sister pay for what she did to him scare me but being with him gives me a thrill I never thought I’d ever feel.

CHAPTER 10

Dominic

The post-orgasmic haze dissipated swiftly after Faye finished wrapping her cute little mouth around my cock. That shit felt good, mind-blowing actually, but I wasn't in the market for some clingy woman to lay up on me after I blew my load.

I had shit to do, and none of it included coddling her.

After I took a deep breath, I slid my arm from under her and stood on the side of the bed, grabbing a napkin from the side table to wipe my cock off.

"Is everything okay?" Faye looked up at me with those innocent eyes, eyes I should've noticed before I signed my name on the dotted line that would make her my wife.

How the fuck could I have not noticed that she wasn't Farrah? It was so obvious now.

"I've got a few meetings that I've got to attend to. I'll have someone bring you in something to eat if you'd like." I turned my back on her as I grabbed my pants and slid them on.

"No, I'm not hungry." Her voice was terse, the precursor to hurt. Yet another reason I don't have time to deal with the bullshit.

"I thought you said I did okay?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Jesus Christ, Faye, I already praised your impeccable blowjob. What is the problem now? Did you think I'd throw a fucking ticker-tape parade or something? You got me off, I got you off. We shouldn't look at it as more than that." I snapped at her, turning my face over my shoulder to glare at her.

She shrank even more against the oversized bed and tugged the sheet back over her chest. "I don't want a parade, just wondering why you're so fast to run out of here. If you were having a good time, then why-"

I don't let her finish her statement. "You gonna let me fuck you then?" I asked, spinning back in her direction.

She was already getting too attached to me, and I couldn't have that. It was time for me to nip this in the bud.

"No, I don't want you touching me." She snarled and tried to look away from me, but I wasn't having that.

I leaned forward fast enough to make her jerk back before I grabbed hold of her chin and held her face still. "You'd best get used to this. I'm not some soft, cuddly bear or prince charming here to cater to your every whim and need. Right now, we're mutually beneficial to one another. Once that changes, you'll find yourself in a much worse predicament. Don't let me in, Faye, because I promise you if you let me into that sweet, pure heart of yours," I ran my free hand down the center of her chest, reaching over to squeeze her tit harder than I should have, "I will tear you to shreds and never look back."

Faye gasped and slapped my hand away from her, her eyes filled with tears that she looked like she might shed at any given moment. "You make me sick." She snarled at me as she ripped her face out of my grasp.

"Good, make sure you keep it that way." I grinned at her before turning back around and gathered up my shirt to slide back on.

I walked sure-footed toward the bedroom door but shot her one final glance as I grabbed the doorknob. Faye had her head down, and I could see her shoulders as they moved up and down in a staccato motion.

She was crying. Yet again, I had made this woman shed tears because of me.

As fucked up as it was, it was better this way. As long as she kept her fight, she'd survive in my world. The minute she started to get feelings for the bastard inside of me was the moment she'd blow everything I'd been trying to work for out of the water.

Let her hate me; it was better that way.

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"News of your marriage is getting around. A couple of our suppliers have sent their well wishes," Lionel said as he flopped down in one of the chairs and hiked his feet up on the small coffee table that sat in the center of my cigar room.

Annoyed, I slapped his feet down before I walked over to the small humidor and plucked out two hand-rolled cigars. It may not be the healthiest vice, but I'd be damned if I ever gave it up.

"I don't give a fuck about their well wishes. I want to know if the shipments were accurate. There was a slight discrepancy on the last one. Do I need to have someone killed?" I shot my brother a look, and he shook his head.

"Ah, brother, you know how this business works. We strong-arm the suppliers; they skim a little off the top. It's the cost of business. You'll be happy to know that everything is as it should be. You won't need another shipment for at least a month." He nodded once before he reached out for the cigar I walked over to him.

"Set it up for two weeks' time. I don't want to be caught waiting." I explained as I took my seat in the opposite chair.

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