Page 30 of Heirs of Havoc

“You’re weak, Mia.”

My dad’s voice fills my mind and with the way Dominik has me pressed against the wood, his warm chest an inch from mine, he’s right. I’m weak. So weak it’s taking everything in me to push him away.

“Let me thank you.” Dom’s eyes fall to my lips, his finger moving under my chin.

Swallowing hard on the dryness in my throat, I push out my question. “For what? The best night of your life?”

“For using your whorish lips to set me free.” His chuckles turn into laughter. A loud roar right in my face. So loud it makes me wince. Then like a switch, it stops, his eyes searching mine. I'm reminded why most people in our circles fear Dominik Federov. He’s fucking unpredictable. “Only took you two years.”

“Dom, you don’t even—”

“I’m not finished!” His voice hardens, words so sharp it cuts mine off. Then it softens. “I was thanking you, Mia Mouse.” My shoulders rise even further when he stuffs his nose in the crook of my neck, inhaling. The heat from his breath makes my body still, a spark on my skin that I ignore for the chills crawling up my arms. “Spasiba.”

“Pozhaluysta.” My shaky voice lands on his neck when I answer, and it feels too intimate for me to be this scared.

He takes another breath in, like he’s smelling me. “Spokoynoy nochi.”

Dom snaps a finger before more familiar scents take over. He steps back, revealing two big broad chests and two deep blue eyes.

I’m off the ground before I can scream.

“Guys! Wait!” I thrash in their hold, my frame no match between two Reznikov brothers.

“You’re in my house again, Mia Mouse, and I’m ready to have some fun.” Dom’s laughter is the most menacing I’ve heard, echoing behind me. “Take her to her room. She can get comfortable.” But the chuckle after that sentence points to me being anything but.

“Keep still, Merlo,” Vlad grunts.

Air brushes against my skin as he descends down a small staircase. “Put me down!” My hand flaps, my finger landing on something soft, warm and wet. Someone’s tongue. A growl rumbles through me before… “Oomph!” My back hits something cold and hard, a musty smell washing over me. It’s so dark I don’t even know where I am, or how big this room is. It’s empty. No furniture. No window. No lights.

They’re not… they’re not leaving me here, are they?

“Guys, wait!” As I lunge for the large metal door, it slams in my face. The sound of a lock sliding comes after and now I’m the star of a horror film. “Guys!” My fists bang against the cold metal again and again before I send my foot flying for it. But it won’t budge. An ache comes to my toe as I cry, “Guys!”

The thing about this film? I’ve seen this scene. There’s no way out of this.

I’m their prisoner.

Fight!

“Dom!” My fists by my side, I scream his name at the top of my lungs, but there’s hardly an echo. “Dominik!” I know this is his doing and the laughter coming from beyond the metal confirms it. It grows closer. And closer. One I’d know anywhere. One that still sends shudders spiralling through me. “Let me out!”

“Not a chance, Mia Mouse.” His voice rolls through the door, that nickname sparking goosebumps on my arm. “I’m treating you like you treated me. Like a fucking prisoner.” His laughter grows distant, a chill washing over me.

“Don’t you dare leave me here!” My foot hits the door again. It’s so dark I can’t even see it. “Dom!" With shaky screams, my fists burn with the way I pound on the metal door. "Domnik!”

Going at the door is hard when I'm this exhausted. It's no use. No one comes. And something tells me they're not going to.

“Dom!” My body slumps against the door before trying again. "Federov!" I don’t know how long I kick and scream, but if they’re trying to torture me, I’m torturing them too. They won’t get peace as long as I’m here. “Let! Me! Out!” My voice grows hoarse and scratchy. “Let me out!” Pushing myself off the door, I stumble back, ready to ram into it again.

Creeak!

The door opens, Dom leaning in the frame. The light behind him makes him look like the heir he is, but darkness follows him like the dead. He takes a step in, dark denim hanging off his waist, showing off the deep cut of his lower abs. “You’re a pain in my ass, Mia Mouse.” He walks toward me and I keep crawling back until I hit a wall.

“Dom—”

“Shhh…” He crouches to my level and I’m face-to-face with him again. Trapped. Cornered. His finger comes to my lips and my entire body trembles, my eyes squeezing shut. “Like a dog, you speak when I say.”

Click!

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