Page 38 of The Dominator

He looked even more dressed up than usual. Great, this incident got him pulled from an important meeting; that should put him in a fine mood.

He took his silver crucifix necklace off and put it on the nightstand and removed his shirt before he tossed it on the bed. Then he stood and undid his belt. He was looking at me with intensity; biting down on his bottom lip as he did this. My heart rate picked up and my throat felt dry. He had the halved belt in his hands and he jerked his hands to make it snap loudly. This made me jolt and shudder.

“So,” he said to me. “Care to explain what happened in the store today?”

I blanched. He had to already know what had happened from Earl.

“I saw Rose in the bathroom. She followed us. She was just worried. I told her to back off. She will.” My voice was small, weak, I was quaking.

“Yeah, Rosalie Crenshaw and Susan DeLong are making inquiries. It needs to stop.”

“I-I told her I was fine, to back off.” I was not at all comfortable with the name dropping, that he obviously had information on them. I kept my eyes on the belt while bile rose in my throat.

“Yeah, you said.”

“What are you gonna do?” My chin trembled.

“You want to know what I’m gonna do?” His eyes were challenging me.

“I want to know you’re not going to do anything to… to them. I’ve talked to her, it’ll be fine. She…” I didn’t know how to finish that, to find the words to make him leave them alone.

He sighed, then pinched the bridge over his nose. “I do not need this hassle.”

I stood still, not knowing what he wanted me up here for. It was still the afternoon and he was undressing in front of me so of course I didn’t feel like, based on his track record so far, that this was going to go well.

“Come here,” he told me, dropping the belt on the bed beside him.

I blew out a slow breath. “Listen,” I said and took a step back.

He raised his eyebrows. “Here.”

I stepped up in front of him. He grabbed the back of my knees and pulled me even closer.

“I had to come all the way home in the middle of a busy workday to deal with you, so you’re going to make it worth my while,” he said and the tone of voice and expression on his face were scary. Beyond scary.

He caressed the back of my leg softly. I tried to step back, but he grabbed my hips.

“Did you disobey me?” His fingers dug in.

“No.” I whispered, my voice hoarse, gaze fixed on the ceiling.

“You snuck off to talk to her; what did you say?”

“I just kept telling her I’m fine and not to worry.”

One of his hands slid up and down my thigh. Suddenly both of his hands were pushing the pants I was wearing down, taking the underwear with them. I tried to back up.

“You refused to answer my call. Stop,” he commended.

I froze.

“Take your shirt off,” he ordered.

I chewed the inside of my cheek. No way.

“Now,” he added.

I shook my head.

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