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"Everything okay in here?" Nina's high-pitched voice cut through the haze and the both of us jerked away from each other.

"Yes!" Dominic snapped before he took another step away from me. He was breathing hard but I knew whatever spell we'd just been under was over. "Come wrap this stuff up." He ordered Nina "I'll be in the car, don't make me wait." He spat in my direction before he walked out of the room leaving me there with a hand pressed to my chest as I tried to get my heart to stop galloping in my chest.

Nina walked into the room with clear disdain on her face. "Of course, you'd choose that one." She rolled her eyes.

I quickly changed out of the dress and put my clothes back on while she packed up not just the dress I chose but a few others as well, Dominic must have given her different instructions.

My knees barely held me up as I made my way back to the car and slipped in next to Dominic. Nina packed the dresses into the trunk and we drove off. The frigid mood descended back between us as we made our way back to the house.

I glanced in his direction but once again he failed to meet my gaze. A spike of disappointment pierced my body as I realized we wouldn't be continuing what we started in the fitting room.

I thought my only danger was the guns he wielded or the power he held over my situation but what I should've been more worried about was how explosive the carnal need between us was becoming. If I wasn't careful I wouldn't just lose my life in this sick twisted game we played but I'd lose the very essence of who I am.

He would ruin me, one orgasm after another.

CHAPTER 12

Dominic

Faye has become a fucking problem.

I kept telling myself that she's only a means to an end, but I'm not blind to the fact that whenever she and I get alone together, it's fucking explosive. Not in the "I just want to fuck" way either. I want to own every part of that woman until there's nothing left.

Which is the damn problem.

She could become a vulnerability I don't need, not now.

I did my best to stay away from her all last night after our trip to Voltaire, but I can't stay away forever, not when she was supposed to be my wife. Tonight would be yet another test.

I'd spent the entire day tending to my business and making sure the next shipment of heavy arms was ready to be moved, but now it was time for us to go to this godforsaken party. I'd given her instructions to be ready by now, but as I headed into my bedroom, I could hear her still washing up in the shower.

She had to be doing this shit on purpose, just to agitate me.

Tension tightened along my jaw and neck. I hated being late for anything.

With no regard for her privacy, I pushed into the bathroom and snatched the glass door back so I could see her, "You can't tell time now?" I snarled, doing my best to ignore how enticing her wet body looked.

"I'll be ready in a few moments if you just leave me the hell alone." She snapped back at me.

She tried to turn back to the spray of the water, but I didn't have time for her little disobedient whims. I reached into the shower and switched off the water before I yanked her out by her wrist.

"Get your damn hands off me!" She swung her free hand toward my face. I ducked just in time for her to catch nothing but air. There was force behind her movement, but I wasn't surprised by her sudden burst of anger.

I knew exactly why she was acting up. She was sexually frustrated.

I felt the same as she did.

Even jerking off earlier today didn't dull the edge of me not being able to come with her back at that clothing boutique. Both of us were on edge tonight.

"I'm not going to tell you again; if you hit me, you'd better be prepared for the consequences." I snarled in her direction as she stared at me dripping wet.

"What more can you do to me, Dominic? Honestly, all that's left now is for you to kill me, but we've already established that I'm worth more to you alive than dead. You've got nothing more to hold over my head. In fact, from where I stand, it seems as if I hold all the cards; all I have to do is let it slip once that I'm not Farrah, and all of this will be over."

If I wasn't so pissed right now, I'd actually be proud of her standing up for herself. I couldn't show it, though.

"You don't know half the shit I could do to you, Faye; death is the least of your worries. I gave you a time to be ready, and I expect you to comply. Now, get your ass dressed so we can get tonight over with. I'm not trying to make some grand entrance." I turned on my heel and walked out of the bathroom, making sure to leave the door open just in case she tried to hop back into the shower.

Thankfully she didn't.

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