Tears pricked her eyes.This wasn’t like the scene with Rex and Cooper.This was pure evil, a desire to hurt, and to destroy.Her nipples throbbed painfully.“P-Please—”
“Please?”The sound escaping his lips was darkly delighted.“Oh, Angel, you’re going to have to beg much better than that before I’m done with you.”His hand slid lower, tracing the curve of her hip before dipping between her thighs.She tried to squeeze them shut, but the ropes held her open, exposed.
Dominic tsked.“Now, now.Don’t be shy.”She jerked as his fingers brushed over her clit.A sob escaped her lips.“Rex denied me the pleasure of your hot cunt that first night here on the island.”His voice dropped to a growl.“Now, I’m going to take what I should’ve had then.”
Dominic Drake
His touch was deliberatelybrutal as he pinched her nipples until she screamed, twisting until tears streamed down her cheeks.He bit her clit, his teeth sharp, and his tongue cruel as he lapped at her like she was nothing more than a cheap meal.And when she sobbed, when she begged, when she broke—he only laughed harder.With his fingers plunging inside her and his lips sucking her clit, he forced her to come again and again as her body betrayed her under his ministrations.Holy shit, her cries were music to his ears, especially now when she screamed in pain and desperation.
“That’s it.”His breath was hot against her ear.“Come for me, little slut.Over and over.Show me how much you love this.”He forced his hand deeper, watching as his entire fist disappeared inside her cunt.He hadn’t taken his time.He had brutally forced his hand inside her.Pushing deeper, he beamed at her terrified and painful wail.With an evil growl, he opened his fist and spread his fingers inside her, deliberately cutting her spongy inner walls with his nails.The thumb of his other hand pressed hard against her clit while he sucked hard on her nipples and forced the most unwanted climax from her.She shattered, crying with broken sobs as her body convulsed...like that of a broken doll.
Dominic pulled back, licking his fingers clean of the blood coating them, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Ah, gods.The beauty and taste of pain...how I love it.”His chest warmed and his cock throbbed, but he didn’t touch himself.This wasn’t about his pleasure.
This was about ruin.
He leaned closer.“I wish Rex was here to see this.”His voice was a promise of destruction as her scream gave him pleasure beyond imagination when he cruelly thrust his fist back inside her cunt and punched it in and out, fucking her with cruel intent.“To see just how much of a whore I’ve turned you into.”Xia sobbed and trembled violently.It was crystal-clear as he stared into her eyes when her body shuddered through another unwelcome climax...her mind was fracturing.
Dominic smiled.“Perfect.”
Xia’s voice was a broken thread, a whisper scraped raw from screaming.
“Why...?”
The word hung between them, as fragile as glass.Dominic didn’t answer at first.He just watched her—the way her body trembled, and the tears cutting tracks down her flushed cheeks.He reveled in her breath hitching like she was drowning.
He should have felt something.Triumph, maybe.Satisfaction.Power.But there was only the hollow ache in his chest, the one that had been there for years.
Why?
The question gnawed at him as he pulled his fist out and wiped it clean.Why had he done this?Why degrade her?Why did he need to hurt her?It wasn’t even about her.
It was about them.
His fingers twitched at his sides, his gaze becoming distant and unfocused as the unwelcome but inevitable memories slithered in.
Twenty-three years ago, was when he felt the first cut...
He had been nothing when he arrived at that damn school.
A rich kid with a chip on his shoulder and a father who looked at him like he was a disappointment wrapped in skin.Dominic had been smart—too smart, some said—but it didn’t matter.Not when his last name wasn’t DuPont, Crowthorne, or Flint, or any of the others that carried weight.
Until he noticed him.Rex—the golden boy.The one everyone wanted to be.The one who could have had anything, anyone, but for some reason, he had chosen Dominic.
“You’re sharp,” Rex had said, clapping him on the shoulder like they were already friends.“You just need direction.”
And Dominic had believed him.For a while, he had worshipped him.
Rex had pulled him into study groups, had vouched for him when the others sneered, and had even defended him when the older boys tried to make him their punching bag.For the first time in his life, Dominic had felt like he mattered.
Until his father found out.
“You’ve improved,” his old man had said, flipping through his report card with something akin to disgust.“Must be that Oliver boy.I commend you for latching onto him.He’s clearly a good influence on you.”
Dominic had frozen.Good influence.
As if he hadn’t earned this.As if he hadn’t fought for every damn grade, every scrap of respect.As if he was still just some unwanted piece of shit and a project for Rex to pat himself on the back over.The resentment had taken root that day.
