Page 39 of Heirs of Havoc

Then again. And again.

He keeps laughing, louder with every strike. “Are you serious? I can’t believe you’d—Oomph!” He flips me over, my back against the hard gravel.

Tobacco tickles my nose. “Slap me again, Merlo,” he growls, no humour left on his face. “I fucking dare you.”

My voice shakes. “I just saved your life, you fucking dick.”

“That’s a first.” He pushes a strand of coils out of my face, the weight of his body taking my breath away. “You usually ruin it.” His weight lifts, a cold washing over me.

“If you wanna die, I can settle this right now.” Feliks’ voice comes from behind me. When I push to my feet, Feliks has Dom’s shirt wrapped around his fist, a gun to his temple. “That was stupid, Fed.” I can’t tell if Feliks is sticking up for me or not with the way he glances at me again and again. Each time, those golden eyes roam over a different part of my body, like he’s making sure I’m okay.

Dominik smirks. “The only one being stupid right now is you, Ivankov. Your pussy’s wet. I can smell it from here.” When Feliks glances at me again, Dom grabs the gun, twisting it around on his man. “You’ve never pulled a gun on me but you’re gonna pull on a gun on me for her!?” He barks those last words like I’m some random.

Feliks straightens up, meeting Dom’s eyes. “She wasn’t the only one on the tracks, but next time, she should let you fucking die."

“If you meant that, your panties wouldn’t be riding up your ass,” Dominik laughs at his friend’s concern. “Be a good girl and head back to the car.” He winks, one that charms the pants off the girls back in the city, but his wink at Feliks is far from sweet.

Feliks shoves his hands in his pockets, backing away, as bothered as Dom was with a gun to his head. Not bothered at all. “I’m out.” Stepping over the tracks, Feliks walks away from us.

“Wait!” I call, but he doesn’t turn around. Turning to Dom, my hands spread at my sides. “What is wrong with you?”

“How about you, huh?” Dom returns my question with one of his own, the moonlight making his eyes shine. “You gonna be a good girl and head back to the car?”

“Why would I go anywhere with a maniac?”

He cocks the gun, cold metal landing under my chin before he uses it to tilt my head to the sky. “Because unlike Feliks, you don’t have a fucking choice.”

“You won’t shoot me.” I want to believe he won’t, but like I said, he’s unpredictable and I’m not sure if I want to take that chance.

“Walk, Merlo.” Dom holds the gun under my chin as we move back to the SUV. He pushes me into the passenger seat and being alone with him is the last thing I want. He still sends a whirl of emotions flying through me. Fear. Doubt. Panic. He makes me come alive in the worst ways. Sometimes, the best.

Dom keeps the gun to my head as he reaches into his glove compartment. “Aren’t you worried about Feliks?” It’s a stupid question. Dominik Federov gives a fuck about no one.

“Are you?”

If I know Dom, that’s a trick question. “He just wandered into the night after his best friend tried to kill himself.”

“But you stopped that, didn’t you?” My eyes widen as he pulls a long string of black rope from the compartment. “Turn around.”

“Fuck you.” Fuck him if he thinks I’m going to let him tie— “Ow!” His hand comes around my wrist in a firm grab, his fingers digging into my skin. My back lands against his chest as he whips me around like a rag-doll, easy and uncaring. But I can still feel his heartbeat against my back, thudding with mine.

“You did, Mia.” His voice lands against my ear in that menacing way, and somehow, it sounds seductive. “You fucked me real good, remember?” The rope wraps around my body, then around my arms, pulling my forearms together.

Pulling away, my chest hits the passenger window. “Untie me.” His gun lands against my head, his chest pressing my body against the cold glass and … is it foggy in here? He cocks it. My body stiffens. “Dom.” He’s going to blow my fucking brains out. He might be hot as sin but Dom is the most unstable person I know. Outside of Daddy Dearest anyway. And he’s going to be the death of me.

“Stay still. I’m trying to tell a fucking story, Mia Mouse. Don’t worry, you’re not going anywhere. Yet.” The cold metal moves down my cheek before he pushes my chin up with the barrel. Shifting my eyes down, his finger hovers over the trigger, and I hope he doesn’t hear my breath shake. Dom lives off fear and I’ll be literally damned if I give him that satisfaction. “I’ll never forget that night.” Dom’s free hand lands on my thigh, tossing my leg to one side. “I’ll never forget sinking into your tight, virgin cunt. The sounds you made. The feeling of your pussy strangling my cock.” His finger grazes against my clit and I hate when I shiver. “And you’re such a good whore you made everyone watch.” A hand comes to my throat, pushing me harder against him. “Did you like it when they saw my cock deep inside you? Did you like when I made you mine for my men to see?” He pushes the gun between my legs, cold metal against my centre. “All before you fucked me twice as hard.”

“Is that what all this is?” A gasp leaves my breath when he pushes the gun to my entrance, making it hard to speak. “Punishment?”

“Oh, Mia, I haven’t punished you. Not yet.” The cold barrel of the gun teases my entrance. “The only thing I love more than hating you is fucking you.” My body betrays me, inching forward. He chuckles, right against my ear, and it’s enough to bring me back to all the times he’s whispered sweet-nothings. “But something tells me you enjoy being treated like a Jane Street whore.”

“Just get it over with, Dominik.”

He leans away, his eyes wandering around me and I’m lost in them. I hate them. I hate him. Something clicks from my side before he removes the barrel of the gun, replacing it with something cold. He swirls it against my nub, my thighs closing in before he pushes it inside me. My legs fall open, his fingers swirling around my clit and… holy shit. If Feliks knows how to play me, Dominik knows how to ruin me. “You fucking whore. You know how wet you are right now, don’t you? For me?”

A gasp leaves me when Dom pushes the cold device further inside me. I’m not sure what it is, but it stretches me so good, and I can’t believe I’m thinking about his cock right now.

I’m fucked.

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