Dom is unfazed when he releases his hold and steps back. With a final glance at us, he leaves and it’s just me and the man growing thicker, harder between my palms.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, not slowing.
Nicolas’s jaw tightens and that’s all the warning I get before his fingers fist in my hair. I’m yanked into him. My cry is ignored.
“Is that what Daddy said?”
I try to shake my head, but he’s holding so tight.
“What are you supposed to do, Isla?”
I pant as I answer weakly, “Take care of you.”
There’s cruelty and pleasure in his eyes. In his scowl.
“What if I want to be inside you again?” He drags me back a step. Then another in the direction of the sofa. Hand still twisted in my hair. “What if I want to bend you over and dump inside you over and over again until Daddy comes home to find his little girl swollen and fat, ass up, dripping all down her legs?”
I’m already leaking. My underwear is soaked through, rubbing against me. My nipples are exposed points begging for attention, and all I want is to feel everything he’s promising.
“No.”
Nicolas blinks, visibly startled. “What?”
“I said no.”
He releases me like I’ve caught on fire. His entire body jerks back to give me space and he stares at me with wide eyes devoid of hunger.
“Did I—?”
I stop his question with a shake of my head. My hands twist my top back into place, covering my breasts.
“I won’t degrade myself to a man who thinks I’m just a good fuck but worthless otherwise.” I stalk to where I dropped my sweater and I drag it on. “I may not have anything going for me, but I have enough pride not to be anyone’s rejected toy.”
Without looking at him, I march in the direction of the bathroom.
Chapter Fourteen
?Isla?
I’m tossing the final expired items from the pantry when I hear the crunch of wheels on gravel. It couldn’t have been more than an hour, maybe two, but I’ve never even been so happy to see anyone.
Dom kicks open the door and strides in, arms full of plastic bags. Nicolas marches away from the freshly washed towels he’d been folding on the sofa to help his lover haul them the rest of the way to the kitchen.
“Nearly got lost,” Dom is saying as the items are dropped on the counter. “Started heading back to Piper Falls before I realized I was going the wrong way.” His grin slips a notch as he glances from me to Nicolas. “Something happen?”
Ironically, I want to laugh because nothing happened and that’s the problem. But I’m also too nervous to speak. He’d given me instructions and, although I know I don’t have to do anything I don’t want, I had wanted to.
I wanted to please him. Please them both.
I wanted to be a good girl and let Nicolas fuck me until I saw stars, but he’s made it clear just what he thinks of me, and even I’m not so pathetic I’d sleep with a guy because I’m told to.
“Nothing,” Nicolas mutters, snatching up the nearest bag and marching to the pantry.
I avoid Dom’s searching gaze by ducking my head and pulling a bag of fridge items across the counter.
“Isla?” He stalks to my side of the island. His fingers are gentle, but firm on my elbow, turning me to him. “What happened?”
I shake my head and wish he’d let it go because I don’t know how to explain my hurt feelings without sounding stupid.
