Dominic’s hand was already on his zipper.
“That’s it, little dove,” he murmured in a rough voice as he freed himself.“Show me the hungry little slut you are when you think no one’s watching.”
She did.The water cascaded over her skin, the bubbles parting to reveal the glistening pink of her cunt as she spread her legs wider.Her back arched, her free hand cupping her breast, and pinching the nipple hard enough to make her gasp.Dominic’s grip was punishing as he stroked himself in time with her movements.He imagined it was her throat, her wrists, and her thighs—all the places he’d leave bruises before this was over.
“You’re going to be mine, little whore,” he growled, the words slipping out unbidden.“Every fucking inch of you.”
On screen, Xia’s breath hitched.Her hips jerked as she pressed the showerhead tight against her clit.She climaxed with a choked sob.Her body was visibly shuddering.Dominic followed a second later, his release spilling over his fingers in hot, thick ropes.He didn’t look away from the screen, not even as he reached for a handkerchief to clean himself.
“Pathetic,” he sneered, though the word lacked heat.He was already imagining the next time—when it wouldn’t be the hand shower.When it would be her and his cock, his teeth, and his fist.When he’d make sure Rex watched.
He leaned back in his chair, the espresso forgotten as the fantasy unfolded in his mind’s eye.
Xia, bound to the bed in Oliver’s private villa at Pearl Paradise on Madeira Island.Her wrists would be raw from struggling, with Rex forced to kneel beside her.His face would be a mask of helpless fury as Dominic fucked her with slow, deep strokes and his hands wrapped around her throat.The way Rex’s jaw would clench when Dominic leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Tell him who you belong to.”The way she’d sob the words, over and over, because with the knife cutting into her nipple, she’d have no choice.
Then—oh, then—he’d forced Rex to have her.Just for a bit.Just long enough to make him think he’d won.
Before Dominic took her back...and carved his name into her skin, right above her pretty cunt to make sure Rex understood exactly what happened to men who crossed him.
The vision was so vivid he could taste it—the salt of her tears, the sound of her screams, and the copper taste of blood.God, the bitter triumph of victory.
“You’ll regret the day you made a fool of me, Rex,” Dominic growled the dark promise.“But not as much as she will.”
A slow smile curled his lips.The CDS Madeira Island trip was in three weeks.Enough time to finalize the details.To ensure every camera, every guard, and every fucking breath on that island was under his control.
Three weeks to plan a trap for Oliver and his band of friends, they would never see coming.He picked up his espresso, finally taking a sip.The bitterness grounded him.
Masters didn’t matter.If he was gone, so be it.He had bigger fish to fry.
Xia Foster?She was already his.
And Oliver?
“Oh, that fucking bastard will beg for death before I am done with him.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
