I gasped, shivering from the intense pleasure. Dorian’s arm wrapped around my waist. The door slammed shut.
“They’re gone. Settle down.” His hand slid under my dress, stopping near my belly button.
They hadn’t seen me naked, not completely anyways. Nor did I want them to. My body was lean, with curves at my hips. My meal plans, my entire life had been so carefully set up by Father; he’d made sure I had daily workouts. Not that I had a choice about skipping them. I wasn’t shy about my body. What I didn’t want them to see were the scars marring the span of my back.
The one place I wasn’t kept perfect. Father needed a way to make his points clear after all, and he’d taken his anger out on my flesh.
Dorian smoothed his hand against my belly, ripping me out of the memories. It soothed the anxiety eating up my stomach. My eyes were getting harder and harder to keep open.
His knot would let go soon . . .
Chapter 11
Iwas fed up with this dress, so this shopping trip came at just the right time or else I would have thrown a fit. Dorian kept looking at my leg to the point that he’d swerved a few times.
And each time, he squeezed the steering wheel so hard it creaked.
I tried not to pay attention to him, to study the roads, but my attention kept drifting back to him. With my next peek, he was staring at my leg again. I’d done nothing to hide from him, and my Omega instincts preened under his attention.
He muttered, but it was too low for me to hear. He pressed the button to slide his window down, then popped the compartment below his radio to pull out a cigarette. I stiffened at the sight of it. My throat closed, and it became harder to breathe.
Father preferred cigars.
I exhaled slowly, keeping my gaze fixed on him. Watching his every move helped soothe my anxiety. I swiped my damp palms against my thighs.
He popped the end in his mouth before grabbing a lighter. All this while he drove. So skillfully, the habit was obviously a long-standing thing. Dorian inhaled a hard drag to the point that his cheeks caved. Then he turned his head to the side and released a long stream of smoke.
The smell filled my nose, mingling with his coffee scent. It stung my eyes. I exhaled slowly.I was okay.
He exhaled again, resting his arm on the edge of the car door.
He revved into a lot, approaching a huge building that was connected to other buildings. Considering it was afternoon, it wasn’t a surprise there weren’t many people walking around.
Dorian put the cig in his mouth and dragged in again. He turned his head and breathed out again, trying to avoid blowing it at me, but I turned my face away to hide my watering eyes. I breathed in at the wrong moment and a cough wracked my frame, sounding choked from my effort to stifle it.
“Fuck.” He put it out on the outside of the car, then tossed the stick in the cup holder. His hand went to his thigh, and he tapped his fingers in a quick rhythm.
“You didn’t have to put it out,” I offered, speaking for the first time since I’d gotten in the car.
All he did was look at me from the corner of his eye. Then he moved his jaw from side to side.
“You’re not to speak to anyone. Understood?”
“I can’t even speak?” I exclaimed.
He careened into a parking spot and twisted in his seat to grip my jaw. I gasped at the sudden grab, my neck straining from his grip. Instinctively, I tried to draw back, and pain spiked down my neck. I mewled, but his grip didn’t soften.
“I brought you in a show of goodwill, but I’ll easily lock you back in that closet and forget about you.” The toneless voice struck me with genuine fear. Nothing but cold reality was reflected in his green eyes. “Are you willing to do your part or not? One more outburst, and I will not ask you again.”
I swallowed with difficulty.
“Okay, Alpha,” I breathed, successfully cowed. His nostrils flared with his sharp inhale, and he released me. I gingerly touched my face. “You talk so easily about disappearing me,” I muttered, bitterness coating my tone.
He grunted and exited the car. I scrambled to get out, hobbling out on my heels, and shut the door to catch up to his wide stride. He held out his arm, and the look in his eyes said it wasn’t a request.
“What a gentleman, Alpha,” I commented glibly as I gripped the crook of his arm.
A wide smile spread across his lips. “We didn’t get the docile Omega we were promised in our purchase either.” His words rendered me silent. “Instead, we got a spoiled brat.”
