Page 76 of Neverland

“Why can’t you just leave us alone?”

“Us,” he repeated the word in disdain. “Yes, there is the slight issue of ‘us.’”

I felt suddenly faint, unable to get my panic under control. Dominic tilted his head to the side and watched me curiously. “You’re in love.”

“You leave him out of this. Your issue is with me, not Romeo.”

“Wrong, Lucy. He’s touched what’s mine. He’s taken what belonged to me. So yeah, my issue is very much with him as it is with you for becoming the whore that stands fucking half-naked in front of me now.” Dominic paused, nostrils flaring, torn whether he should kill me now or make me suffer first. “Get on the bed,” he finally instructed, gesturing with the hunting knife.

“No,” I replied, defiant. “I’m not your prisoner anymore, Dominic. You have no control over me.”

“You can keep telling yourself that, little Lucy,” he taunted, stepping forward, causing me to back against the wall. Using the blade’s tip, Dominic traced a slow line over my face, it’s sharpness just waiting, begging to draw blood. “But looks like I still do control you.” He slowly pulled the oversized jacket open and looked at how my breast thudded from my pounding heart. “I’m the reason for this.” Dominic moved to within an inch of me, smiling at my shaky breath. “And, I’m the reason for that, too.”

His lips fell on mine, gently at first and becoming rough, forcing me to reciprocate. I pulled away, desperate to rid his taste off me. The knife’s blade rested against my throat, his warning loud and clear.

“Kiss me,” Dominic said, eyes hooded. “Or I’ll slit your throat and watch you bleed out.”

I had no choice and he knew it. Blinking a fresh wave of tears, I gave in to his demand. When he kissed me again, I accepted, allowing his tongue to meet mine, all the while the knife remained a threatening reminder he could take my life at any second. He kissed with a ferocity I hadn’t missed. Domineering and controlling. When he pulled away, Dominic was no longer masked with lust. There was a bitterness about him. An anger he wanted to unleash.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered, coldly. Reluctant, I followed his instruction, sitting on the edge of the mattress. He stood before me and I stared at his belt buckle, too frightened to see what was in his eyes. “Lie back,” he said, and I did. Using his knee, Dominic kicked my legs open. Hooking his Glock under the shirt’s hem, he lifted it up my belly, exposing me to his prying eyes. He stared, jaw tense, the vein in his neck pulsating.

“You’re a used toy, Lucy,” Dominic finally said, cold and detached. “You’ve lost your value.”

He wore a look I’d never seen before and it was truly terrifying, a look which told me he wouldn’t be leaving until he got his end. I glanced at the door, hoping Romeo was safe, wishing I’d said I loved him once more before I’d walked up those stairs.

We became lost in each other over the last few days, we failed to recognize that danger still existed.

“Don’t you call out, Lucy,” he warned, positioning the Glock between my legs, the cold tip making me flinch. “There’s going to be no savior tonight. It’s just you and me.”

I cried silently, feeling a deep pain in my heart, praying Romeo didn’t come looking for me.

Dominic expertly unhooked his belt and lowered the zipper of his jeans all while keeping me in check with his Glock.

“You had a life with me, Lucy. Now you’ve let another man inside you, fucking that cunt of yours. I saved you from becoming a whore like the others.”

There were many thoughts going through his delusional mind, but none more so than making me hurt.

Dominic crawled between my legs, opening them further. Throwing the knife to the end of the bed, he pulled my hair until I whimpered for him to stop.

“Tell me what he did to you,” he ordered, his hot breath on my face as I tried to avoid his kiss. “Tell me how it felt finally having him inside you. You think I didn’t see it even when we were kids? You think I didn’t how much you loved him and how much you detested me?” He pulled my hair once more, kissing away my pleas. “Why is that, Lucy,” he mocked, pressing his cock at my opening. “Why is it you never felt like giving into me?”

“Because I hate you,” I seethed. “I’ve always hated you.”

“Not always, Lucy. That’s a lie,” he replied, bitterly. “When I saved you from the streets, you didn’t hate me then. I kept you pure and whole.” Dominic’s hand wrapped around my throat, fingers squeezing enough as a warning. “And now you’re a filthy—”

“Lucy.”

I startled hearing his voice and then I started to panic. Romeo was looking for me.

I fought Dominic, scratching and clawing as I struggled to get away. “Don’t come in,” I screamed in both terror and desperation. “Romeo. Don’t open the—” Dominic’s hand wrapped around my mouth muffling my pleas.

He smiled wickedly. “It’s game time.”

I squealed but it was too soft to be heard. Thrashing my legs, I couldn’t overthrow him.

“Lucy?” Romeo called again, this time too close.

The door handle twisted slowly, and it was like someone taking to my heart with a hammer, every millimeter it turned was another blow.

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