The guard gulps as his eyes widen. “But, sir…”
“NO! DON’T EVER FUCKING TOUCH MY WIFE! DON’T EVER COME BETWEEN US!” Dominic roars at him.
“But she was trying to hit you,” the guard explains nervously.
“What my wife does to me is our business!” Dominic must tighten his grip on the guard’s wrist because he flinches. Then Dominic throws his wrist down. “Get out of my sight. All of you!”
The hallway clears instantly, until it’s just the two of us. Dominic turns to me and rage morphs into concern.
“Are you okay?” He lifts my wrist to inspect it.
I pull myself from his grasp and flick his forehead.
“He grabbed my wrist. Of course I’m fine. I’ve taken much worse beatings than that.” I roll my eyes.
“EXCUSE ME?” Dominic interrupts me, his face morphing in fury.
He’s ridiculous. I’m sure this man has been through so much worse than being grabbed. Then realization hits me.
“This is because I’m a woman! I don’t need to defend me! I can take care of myself. Or do you not remember me kicking your ass this morning on the trails?” I pull away and start making my way down the hallway only for him to grab the back of my neck and turn me with a flick of his wrist. He pins me against the wall with a hand on my throat.
“I will always defend my wife. I know you can do it, but it’s my job. So, you’re going to be a good little wife and let me.” He smirks with a dare in his eyes.
“There’s no fucking chance. I don’t need you,” I bite back at him, noticing our proximity for the first time.
He leans in closer.
“Yes, you do.”
His breath teases my lips.
“For what? What could I possibly need you for?” It comes out breathy.
He closes the distance between us.
“There are many things I can do for you.” His eyes light up as he says it.
He presses his hardness into me.
I moan instinctively.
“I can do that on my own,” I gasp out.
I tilt my head towards him.
“Not as well as with me.”
He hovers his lips over mine.
“Maybe it’s you who needs me.”
I bite his bottom lip.
He growls.
“Fuck it!”
His lips crash into mine.
