Page 30 of Until You Break

My stomach twists as his words hit their mark, but I force myself to glare at him. “Yes,” I bite out, my voice trembling. “I’m trying to move on, Dominic. You should try it sometime.”

His smirk doesn’t falter; if anything, it grows darker. “Tell me, Aria,” he drawls, his tone almost lazy. “How’s that working out for you? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re trying real fucking hard to convince yourself.”

“I—” I start, but the words stick in my throat. Before I can find my footing, a knock sounds on the bathroom door, sharp and insistent.

“Aria?” Mason’s voice filters through, concerned. “I heard something break. Are you okay?”

My stomach twists, and panic surges as I spin toward the door. “I’m fine!” I call out, forcing my voice to sound calm. “Just dropped a glass.”

Dominic’s laugh sends shivers up my spine, and before I can react, he’s behind me, pressing me into the counter. His chest is solid against my back, as one of his hands slides over my hip, the other trailing up to my throat. His fingers are rough and callused, and I feel trapped—caught between the marble and him.

“Act natural,” he says, his rough stubble against my skin sending shivers up my spine.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Mason’s voice comes again, more hesitant this time, like he’s starting to worry.

“Tell him you’re fine, and keep it normal. Wouldn’t want him figuring out you’ve got company,” Dominic whispers.

“I’m fine,” I manage, my voice shaking as Dominic’s hand tightens just slightly around my throat, not enough to hurt but enough to remind me that he’s in control. “I just—just dropped the glass. It’s no big deal.”

“Good girl,” he says and I feel his smirk against my neck as he presses himself against my back—his hard cock digging into me. His hand trails slowly up my thigh, his touch both soft and possessive, like he’s daring me to react.

“I was just thinking—maybe tomorrow we could grab breakfast before the flight? There’s that café you liked last time…” Mason trails off, but I’m barely hearing what he’s saying.

“Answer your fiancé, baby,” Dominic whispers as he grips my thigh.

“Y-yeah,” I stammer, my voice trembling as Dominic’s hand slides under the hem of my dress. “That… sounds good.”

Dominic hums low in his chest, the vibration traveling through me. “Good girl,” he repeats, his tone darker and more possessive. His fingers skim higher, brushing against bare skin, and I suck in a sharp breath, trying to stay composed.

“You sure you’re okay in there?” Mason presses.

“I’m fine,” I choke out, forcing the words even as Dominic kicks my feet apart, his knee nudging between my legs. His hand dips under my panties, and my entire body stiffens when he pushes two fingers inside of my cunt.

“Is this for me, Little Sinner?” he murmurs, his tone smug and laced with mockery. “So wet, and he’s out there waiting like the fool he is.”

“N-no…” I whisper, the denial weak as I turn my head. His grip on my throat tightens, and he angles my face toward the mirror.

“Look at yourself,” he orders as he starts swirling his finger around my clit. “Look at what you’re letting me do to you.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block him out, but his hand tightens slightly on my throat, his thumb brushing against my jaw. “Open your eyes, Aria,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I want you to see.”

Reluctantly, I open my eyes, my reflection staring back at me is flushed and trembling. And behind me, Dominic looks like the devil himself.

“That’s what you look like when you’re mine,” he whispers, his tone almost tender, but there’s an edge to it. “And we both know you’ll always be mine.”

Tears sting my eyes, and my hands grip the edge of the counter, trembling with the effort of keeping myself upright. I should push him away, scream, do something. But I don’t.I can’t.

The scent of pine needles and motor oil floods my senses, drowning out every rational thought. My body betrays me, heat pooling low in my stomach as my breath comes in shallow gasps, but he doesn’t let up. His fingers move with ruthless precision, coaxing low whimpers out of me.

It’s maddening the way he knows exactly how to break me down, to unravel me piece by piece.

“Tell me something, Aria,” he says, his tone almost conversational, like he isn’t completely destroying me. “Does he touch you like this? Does he even know what you like? Or do you fake it for him the way you fake everything else?”

I try to speak, to tell him he’s wrong, but he doesn’t give me the chance. His fingers move faster, his grip on my throat keeping me steady. A soft moan escapes before I can stop it, and his smirk widens.

“That’s it,” he taunts, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “That’s the sound I’ve been waiting for.”

“Dominic—”

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