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“Mia?” My head whips to my name but it’s not from Dominik.

The door is open, and that’s when I realize what Dom’s done.

Exactly what I thought he would.

Ruin me.

Chapter Seventeen

“Mia?”

I expected something horrible.

I expected something twisted.

But I didn’t expect this.

William stands at the door, his blue eyes wide. When I glance at the elevator, looking for an answer from Dom, he’s gone.

“You came!” William opens his arms, enveloping me in them. As he pulls me inside, the door slams behind me.

My vacation is over.

William lifts me off the ground. White furniture, gold accents, and large windows flash by me as he spins. “Your dad will be so pleased.” He doesn’t give me a chance to register the elaborate room we’re in before his lips crash into mine. Sloppy. Wet. Like a dog. "Is that a tongue ring?"

“William,” I murmur against his lips, trying to pull back. That’s when something vibrates inside me.

My eyes widen with William’s clean-shaven face pressed to mine. My mind wanders back to the car. Dom's fingers between my legs, his hand around my neck. The vibrations heighten when it hits me.

He used a toy.

Dominik's toy is inside me.

When the vibrations heighten again, my muscles relax, remembering Dom's rough hands on my skin. I’m surprised when a moan escapes me, but it’s not from William's kiss. Dom is controlling me. Like he always has.

“Did you miss me too?” William’s kisses move from my lips to my neck as the vibrations rise. And now, I’m too fucked up to answer. Too transfixed, my mind drifting from William to Dom. The image of him watching us appears in my mind.

Wait… Is he watching us?

The vibrations started when William went for a kiss. If he is, I know how to get him back for treating me like his servant.

My hands come to William’s chest, attempting to fall deeper into his kisses. That means not focusing on the slobber on my face, or how cold his lips feel. “I can’t wait to bring you home,” he whispers.

“Home?” The pulses making me hot and flustered aren’t enough to stop me from crashing down to earth with William’s words. My hands press harder against his chest. “William, I can’t go home.”

“Why not?” The voice that answers my question isn’t William. It’s a voice that makes my skin cold.

My body stills, the toy still tingling my insides.

“Home is where you belong, Darling.”

“Dad?” My voice cracks and it’s not from the toy making me feel like mush.

Martin Merlo stands in the middle of the suite in an embroidered red suit. His black and grey strands gelled to one side are as perfect as the beard on his face. It matches the way he stands. Tall. Dominant. Men appear behind him. Three of them, all in suits that match Martin Merlo’s attire.

“What’re you doing here?” I ask as the vibrations stop. And now I know Dom’s watching me.

“I could ask you the same thing, dear.” William steps out of the way as my father approaches me. Stoic. Calm. But I know he’s anything but. “Still sneaking out like a stupid teenager, are we?” My body freezes when he reaches into his blazer pocket. He pulls out a packet of spearmint gum. “If you’re done playing silly games, it’s time we head home.” He reaches out a scratched up hand, thick silver rings on his fingers.

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