Page 43 of The Ecstasy of Sin
He killed someone for me. He… killed a man.
I should be blocking his number and calling the police. Instead, I’m drawn to him like he’s a star and I’m pulled toward his dangerous gravity.
There are butterflies making a home in my stomach, emboldened by his presence. Butterflies with a collective mental illness, it seems. I’m bonding to the man that keeps coming to my rescue, as frightening and dangerous as he can be.
ME
Maybe I should call the police. Let them know I’ve got a stalker.
DOMINIC
Give it a few days. See how being stalked feels before you do something you’ll regret.
I struggle to interpret that message. Was that an actual threat, or just his way of teasing me? Reality is, I don’t know much about him. The bigger question is why I’m still so drawn to him, despite the few things that I do know.
ME
Why wouldI regret it?
DOMINIC
You’ve got a soft heart. I can’t imagine you’d be too happy about all the people I’d kill for trying to get in between me and what’s mine.
My heart starts to race even faster, and heat coils low in my body at the tone of possessiveness I read in his message. I still don’t understand what he sees in me. I’m nobody. I’m worthless. I’m not worth all of this risk and effort.
ME
What are you saying?
DOMINIC
You belong to me. Anyone that comes between us is going to die.
Wow. No hesitation, no beating around the bush. This lunatic thinks I’m his property. And why am I pressing my thighs together at the rush of heat over his words? Maybe I’m sick in more ways than one.
That has to be the answer, because normal women would block a man for acting this crazy when they barely know each other.
And here I am, not wanting this conversation to end.
ME
You're insane.
DOMINIC
Go to sleep. You need the rest.
I stare at the screen for a minute, and after deciding that I’ve definitely lost my mind, I send another message.
It’s not like he can storm in here and hurt me. This place is locked and guarded. I’m safe. For now, anyway. Right?
ME
Make me.
DOMINIC
Is that what you want, little lamb? Do you want me to take you, pin you down in my bed, and fuck you until you’re begging me for mercy? Until you’re too tired to do anything but sleep in my arms?
