Page 21 of Vicious Vows

He slipped his phone into his pocket and walked up behind me. I expected him to look over the dress to make sure it met his specifications, but his eyes never left mine in the mirror. The caustic glare was so intense I had no choice but to divert my eyes.

"Do you think this will hide you?" He asked as he grabbed a bunch of the fabric at my hip and lifted it slightly.

Shocked that he knew exactly why I'd chosen the dress, my jaw dropped open. "I'm not trying to hide from anyone," I replied, a bold-faced lie.

"That's good because no matter what you wear, you'll never be able to hide from me. I see you, Faye." He moved in closer, his tall masculine frame dwarfing mine from the rear as he pressed into my space.

"You don't see me. You only see what you want me to be, and I promise you I'd never be that," I replied.

He leaned down, winding his other arm around the front of me and pulled me back into his grasp. It wasn't sweet or loving; instead, it was rough. Just another way for him to let me know that I belonged to him. I struggled for a second before he slid one of his hands up my front to capture my chin and raised my face back up. I grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him away but it was useless.

Both of us now staring into the mirror. Our gazes locked.

"I do see you. You let people walk all over you because you think it'll get you ahead in this world. You think you owe them your respect. You hide behind big clothes and baby pink dresses because you don't want anyone to see the fire you have clutched in your soul. You're a goddamn lioness trying to make everyone believe you're a kitten. Hell, you might even believe it yourself. Kittens get left on the side of the road to die in my world, Faye. Is that your fate?"

I stared back at him, I didn't have a response. I couldn't tell if he was trying to build me up or cut me down.

Despair laced my words, "Why are you doing this? We both know this isn't going to work. It doesn't matter what you dress me in or what you call me; I'm never going to fit into your world."

His smile made chills crawl up my arms, and I shuddered against him.

"You're already so deep into my world there's no getting you out. No, I think you'll fit in just fine. We just have to unleash that flame inside of you. I'm not letting you go, Faye. You need to come to grips with that. Better yet, if you just give in," He pulled the skirt of the dress up, his fingertips brushing against the smooth skin of my thighs making me clench my legs together tighter.

I pushed back as I tried to get away from his roaming fingers, but instead of getting any distance, all I managed to do was plaster my ass against the raging erection he was sporting behind me.

This was the same man who I thought I had no effect on, yet here he stood hard enough to cut through the thin fabric of this dress.

"I promise I can make this pleasurable for the both of us." He whispered in my ear.

"At what cost? What do I have to give up to be the woman you proudly show around? I have a feeling it's more than just my style of clothing. Seems more like you want my soul."

"It's an appropriate price. You'll see soon; a soul is worthless here. Your sister already knew that. It's why we all tolerated her." Dominic muttered.

Once again, another comparison to Farrah. With a steely gaze, I squeezed my nails into his wrist; he hissed out but didn't move away. "I'm not my fucking sister," I growled at him.

A flash of something I couldn't place passed his gaze before he quickly turned me around, dislodging my hand from his wrist and slammed me against the mirror. My head bounced off the glass so hard I was sure it would crack, but it held firm.

I whimpered at the sheer force of his motion but he cut off any further sounds as he grabbed hold of my neck.

"No, you're not."

Before I could process what was happening, Dominic slammed his mouth down on mine.

My traitorous body reacted without any input from me as he lifted my leg and pressed his long hard cock right up against my cleft.

His lips demanded that I give in, and his tongue scorched the inside of my mouth.

We fought for the upper hand, and instead of pushing him away, I found myself pulling him tighter against me.

The man destroyed my life, but for some reason, he had a direct line to the small bundle of nerves in between my legs that caused me to act a complete fool.

My pussy nearly dripped with my arousal as I felt him rocking against me. Our mouths clashed against each other. The air in the room seemed to superheat as I wound my arms as far as I could around his broad shoulders as best I could.

I hated him. Hated the situation that I was put in but I couldn't deny how attracted I was to him.

A low moan slipped out my mouth as he pressed the hard piercing right against my clit. I could come just like this and he knew it. He played my body like a guitar, plucked all the right strings. Made the perfect music.

He growled deep in his chest while his free hand went down to my panties as he tried to tug them off.

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