to do that tonight while my hands are bound. My core twitches just thinking about it.
Dominic’s heated eyes swallow me whole. “Next time, when I say you’re mine, you say it back or I will bend you over any-fucking-where and remind you of that.”
I open my mouth to say something – I don’t know what – but Dominic cuts me off by slamming his lips against mine.
Kissing him has become a drug.
He’s become a drug.
I’m so doomed because I don’t want to detox.
Two hours later, after taking the rest of the evening off and having dinner outside, Dominic and I walk into his flat’s building.
It’s only ten, which is super early in Dominic’s usual schedule. Perhaps he will work from home.
He’s holding my hand in his larger one. Tingles shoot down my spine whenever his thumb strokes the back of my hand. These little gestures are frying my brain.
Sometimes, when he thinks I’m asleep, he’d cover me and just watch. When I wake up and he’s already at work, I’d find a note that breakfast is ready. When we’re outside, he’d keep a hand around my waist as if he can’t stop touching me.
At times, I wonder if this is part of his strategy to make me fall then laugh in my face. Everything will be a play for him. I’ll be the one left with a broken heart.
A woman dressed in an expensive dress and a large hat exits the revolving doors. She must be one of Dominic’s neighbours, but I’ve never seen her before. He offers her his full of shit grin and she gives him a fake smile back.
Once she’s out of ear shot, “You lot are so hypocritical. Why smile if you don’t want to?”
“I’m not a hypocrite.” He’s nonchalant. He actually believes his words.
I stop near the revolving door and Dominic does the same. “Uh… no offence, Dom, but you are. I do try to see the best in you, but I know what you are. There’s no need to lie to me.”
“I’m not lying to you, baby girl. I don’t need to when with you.” He pauses as if measuring what he just said. “I’m also not a hypocrite. A hypocrite is someone who lies to themselves that every single atrocious thing they’ve done is right. They know it’s wrong but try to disguise it as right. I don’t. I own up to everything I did and will do. I know I’m wired differently and I use it to my benefit. I don’t give a fuck about what’s acceptable and what isn’t as long as I get what I want.”
A sociopath. That’s what Dominic is. I really should stop being biased by only seeing the good in him.
“Are you using your nature with me?”
He raises an eyebrow and strokes the back of my hand. “Why don’t you tell me, Cam? You’re smart, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know. The line blurs sometimes.”
“Do you think I will hurt you?” His voice is deadpan. Completely neutral.
“I know you’re non-violent.”
“Hmmm. I wouldn’t say I’m completely non-violent. I’m just good at suppressing the urges.” His eyes narrow with frightening darkness. “Unless someone touches you again. I’m not sure I will suppress myself.”
Wow. So he was suppressing the urges today? He sure looked close to murdering Will. Worse part? I don’t think he would’ve felt any remorse.
This is the type of man I got myself entangled with. So why am I not running away? I’m thirsting for more of him like a morbid animal for his next prey.
Although I’m the prey in this case.
Dominic lifts my chin so I’m staring up at his darkness, unleashed and out in the open. He doesn’t bother to conceal himself when with me. “Remember when I said I understand you?”
I nod.
“You understand me, too, Cam.”
My breath catches in my throat. It could be a deflation method, something he uses to ease the interest off him, but I believe that. All I care about is that he doesn’t put a mask in front of me.
We resume walking into the building. David stands at the reception counter and bows upon seeing us. Dominic nods, and I shrink into his side.
“Why do you do that whenever you see David?” Dominic asks as soon as the lift’s doors close.
“He’s a bit weird.”
Dominic narrows his eyes. “Did he do something to you?”
“No. I just get a strange vibe, that’s all.” I think he watches me a bit too long and I don’t like it. I opt to change the subject.