Page 40 of Heirs of Havoc

Fucked.

He swirls his finger around my clit, whatever’s inside me settling between my walls. “I don’t care who you become a fucking slut for, Mia Mouse. Just remember who was there first.” With that, he leaves, whatever it is, inside me.

He starts the car.

“What did you do?” When I lean over, trying to see, he buckles me in, my body still tied in the way he likes. “What the hell did you put inside me?”

“Keep thinking about my cock.” He pulls off from the side of the road, raising the volume. Something by Black Flag comes through the speakers. "Because it'll be a long time until that happens again."

“Where are you taking me? You clearly don’t want to kill me.”

“Keep talking and I’ll reconsider.” He raises the volume higher as we glide down the road, and I wonder if anyone can see me tied up in this getup.

The ride is long and quiet. For him. It’s nail-gripping and intense for me as I look for any clues about where we are as we pass street signs. We’re outside of Clementine, but I can’t quite make out where we’re going. That's until he pulls up to a tall building, lights shining on it. A hotel. The Georgian Inn. But “inn” is an understatement since it’s as lavish as a modern castle. Hell, there’s even a valet, a red carpet and a doorman.

“Get out.”

“Now? Here?” Dominik Federov is a feared man, pulling strings and favours wherever he deems fit. So pulling up to this hotel while I’m tied up in this dress tells me one thing.

He’s going to sell me.

He’s going to make me the prisoner he said he would. I should’ve left a long time ago.

“Dom, wait.” Turning towards him, my eyes widen, pleading with him. “Please, don’t.”

He mutters before he climbs out of the car, rounding the passenger’s side. Being bound, I have no fight when he swings the door open and pulls me out. Grabbing me by the rope, cold metal comes to the small of my back as he pushes me forward. “If you make a fucking scene, I swear to god Mia, you won’t make it out of this.”

A tear blurs my vision. “Pl-please…”

“Walk!” A million things run through my mind as he pushes me towards the lobby. Can I scream for help? This will surely bring some attention. When he rounds the corner, going to an opened metal door, my hope fades.

A chef in an apron nods as he leads us to a service elevator, pressing the penthouse floor. As the elevator door closes, I give the chef the same pleading eyes I gave Dom but Chef lowers his head as the door shuts.

It’s just Dominik and I. Trapped together again.

Dropping to my knees in front of him, my eyes flit up. He doesn’t look down, his eyes on the rising numbers on the elevator screen. “Dom, if you can just—”

“You don’t need to be on your knees, Mia Mouse, not yet.” His hand comes to my hair, his eyes straight ahead as he tugs me to my feet.

“Don’t do this.”

His only other response is a grin, like he gets off on my pain before he finally looks down. That grin fades for a moment before he flicks his eyes away, and it reappears and a devilish laughter fills the elevator. Leave it to Dom to mask his emotions with insanity.

When the elevator door opens, he pushes his gun into my back. “First door on the right.” Pushing me out, I stumble over my sneakers before he tugs on the rope, and when I take a step, it frees me. The rope still burns my arms, but … I’m free.

My eyes land on the emergency exit at the end of the hall. Glancing back at Dom, he stands in front of the elevator door, reading my mind. “Don’t even think about it.” He ushers me on, the gun pointed my way.

With a deep breath, tiny steps bring me to the door, and if whoever’s on the other side could hear my heart, I won’t need to knock.

“Go ahead, Mia Mouse,” Dom urges, his voice changing again. It sounds like he’s coaxing a cat from a tree instead of sending me to my demise.

I take another deep breath, knowing whatever’s behind this door won’t be pretty.

Lord, I promise if you get me out of this, I’ll be the epitome of the Virgin Mary.

With that, my nails tap against the door, my eyes on Dom the entire time.

Staring into his wolfish greys, I search for the kindness I know he has. I’m looking for the man with the heart I thought I knew. Without words, I beg him not to let me go. I beg him not to ruin me.

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