Page 49 of Unhinged Desires

“Are you okay?” she asks me halfway through the session while everyone else is practicing moves with their partners. For some reason, I always end up with her. I have no doubt it has something to do with Dominic and his obsession with me.

“Yeah, I just didn’t get much sleep.”

“Stalker issues?” She lifts a questioning brow.

I almost forgot I mentioned it to her. “Something like that,” I mumble. Her eyes go to the back of the classroom and I know without looking over my shoulder that he’s here. I can feel his presence—it’s bloody suffocating. “He’s here, isn’t he?” I ask her.

“He?”

“Dominic, your cousin, AKA my stalker.” I sigh.

Hope looks at me with something like concern filling her eyes. “Has he done something to you, Lucy? Has he hurt you in some way? Threatened you?”

I can tell she’s holding her breath, waiting for my reply. “He’s your cousin, so why don’t you tell me? Should I be afraid of him, Hope?”

“I’m honestly not sure.” She shakes her head while flicking her gaze to the floor. “I mean, I don’t think he’d ever hurt a woman but he’s a little different. Always has been. Dom’s a good person, deep down. He just doubts himself a lot. So it’s easier for him to just pretend he’s not. Play the bad guy. Pretend he doesn’t care about anyone, rather than risk being rejected for his… peculiarities.”

“I’ve noticed,” I say.

“Just don’t play with his feelings, Lucy. He might seem like he can handle everything and anything that comes his way, but he’s never had feelings for a girl before. And I fear if his heart breaks, it will end him.”

I nod, even though I don’t think he has those kinds of feelings for me. After we showered last night, he fucked me again. I fell asleep in his arms again. I woke up alone.Again.

Why he’s here all of a sudden, I have no idea, but something about facing the guy I let fuck me six ways to Sunday the night before isn’t very appealing to me right now. I want to escape out a back door, run and hide.

“Well, since I’m not allowed to let anyone else touch you and he’s watching…” Hope smirks and waves Dominic over, allowing the implication to hang in the air.

I want to walk out, tell her I don’t need self-defence after all. Let’s face it, it’s not like I’ve ever eventriedto defend myself against the guy. No, as soon as he has his hands on me, I turn to mush and my pussy starts weeping for his attention. I’ve learnt a lot about myself from one sexual encounter with Dom—okay, multiple sexual encounters in one night—and I’m not sure I’m ready to face any of it. I’ve had sex before, but it’s been the fumbling,trying to get the right angleskind of sex.

Sex with Dom was something else altogether. Not to mention, how much I liked the pain aspect as well.

“Dominic, you don’t mind being Lucy’s partner for the last half of the session, do you? No, good. Thanks.” Hope answers for him and struts back to the front of the class, leaving me alone with Dom. A shirtless, sweaty Dom. My eyes feast on his bare torso, running along the length of his muscled arms, the ridges of his chest and abdomen…

“You know, you could take a photo if you wanted.” He smirks at me.

“Why take a photo when every time I turn around, you’re there anyway?”

“For the few times I’m not there.” He shrugs.

“Oh, you mean like first thing in the morning?” I blurt out before clamping my mouth shut. I don’t know why it bothers me that he wasn’t there when I woke up again. For the most part, I was relieved. Thankful to avoid the awkwardness of the “morning after.” But there was a very small part that wanted him to be there, that wanted last night to be more than him just fucking me out of his system.

Dom tilts his head and looks at me in that way that feels like he’s seeing into the depths of my soul. He probably is… and just biding his time before he sucks it right out with his weird supernatural vamp skills or whatever. Because I’m more certain than ever that this man is not human.

“You want me to stay the whole night?” he asks finally.

“No, you can do whatever you want. I don’t need you to stay at all. Don’t worry, you can relax. I’m not going to turn into some stage-five clinger because you fucked me once,” I whisper to him.

“Three times.” He smiles. “I fucked you three times.”

“You’re an idiot.” I laugh.

“I have perfect scores. Intelligence is not one of my downfalls.”

“Why are you here?” I ask, changing the subject. This room isn’t big enough for this man’s ego.

“I was working out. This is my family’s gym.”

“Oh, right. Well, you don’t have to be my partner. You can just go finish whatever you were doing. I can work out with anyone,” I tell him.

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