Page 15 of Ruined

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I think you do.”

My fists clenched behind the chair.

He flashed me a brilliant smile. “Do you want to know one of my favorite kinks?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Fucking a man’s mouth while he’s utterly helpless.”

I tensed. “No.”

“It’d teach you a lesson.”

“You don’t have to dothat.”

Dominic gripped my chin. “Why not? You already think I’m a monster.”

I swallowed hard. “I’m not your type.”

“I don’t think you get it, Luca. My type is a man who thinks he can break into my house, threaten me, and expect to walk out untouched.”

“I’ll take a beating.”

Dominic tilted my face up. “I don’t need fists to make a point.”

“What do you want from me?”

“To watch that tough-guy act of yours fall apart.”

I forced myself to keep steady.

His smirk widened. “What’s wrong? Afraid I’ll find something out?”

“I’ll do anything you want. Just…not this.”

“That’s more like it, but you’re in too much of a hurry. I prefer to draw these things out.”

I flinched as he pulled back, his eyes narrowing as something behind me caught his attention. He stepped away and moved toward the bag tucked in the corner.

“What’s this?”

Fuck.

I fidgeted as he grabbed the black bag. He dragged it across the floor, stopping in front of me. Then he unzipped it.

Dominic’s gaze sharpened as he removed a coil of nylon rope, letting it slide through his fingers. He lifted a roll of duct tape and held it up, smirking. “If you wanted to play rough, all you had to do was ask.”

I struggled against the cuffs, but there was no way out. Dominic watched me thoughtfully. He turned the tape over in his hands before setting it aside.

“You went all out, huh?” he murmured. “Let’s see what else you have.”

Dominic’s hand slid down my side, patting me down. His fingers pressed into my thigh, moving lower until he paused at my pocket. His touch lingered, and he pulled out the cufflinks. His initials, carved into the gold, caught the light.

Dominic’s smirk faltered. “You tookthese?”

“I—”

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