“I’m disgusted and a little intrigued. It’s quite common for rich people to be eccentric.”
“I’m scared—”
“Why? Did he hurt you? I’ll hop on the first available flight to California and go apeshit on his ass.”
“No, I’m afraid because he’s not going to stop and—”
“No means no. If he continues to sexually harass you, sue his ass.”
“You don’t get it.”
“Explain it to me.”
“I want him.” I pause. “A lot.”
“Heck, girlie, go get you some billionaire ding-a-ling.”
I squeal, startled, when Dom appears in the doorway.
“What’s going on?” Mia asks in alarm.
He saunters into my bedroom, as if he has every right to be here. “What part ofdon’t go fardidn’t you fucking understand?”
I’m too speechless to respond. He plucks my cell from my hand and ends the call. It starts ringing immediately.
“Take off your clothes and lie on the bed,” he says, switching my phone to silent mode before placing it on the nightstand.
I’m too shocked to move. Growling in irritation, he roughly yanks me to my feet.
“You’re testing my patience,” he snarls. “I expect immediate obedience. Remove your clothes, or I’ll rip them off you.”
I shake my head. “Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”
His sinister laughter sends chills racing along my flesh. “Does it look like I’mfleeing? You’ll worship me as your God by the time I’m done with you.” He clasps my hair in an excruciating grip and bites down on my earlobe.
I wince in pain and struggle to break loose. Dom forces me onto the bed and climbs on top of me. I fight in earnest, though my efforts prove useless. In mere seconds, my T-shirt and panties lie in tatters on the floor.
“I’ll have to make you hurt if you don’t behave.”
My fist connects with his jaw. In retaliation, he slaps me across the cheek. The right side of my face explodes in agony, momentarily disorienting me. A tangy taste fills my mouth. His hand encircles my neck, constricting my breathing.
“You were warned never to hit me again.”
I try to pry his fingers away, but his hold remains steadfast. I’m swiftly losing the battle to stay conscious.
“Seeing you bleed makes my cock hard.” An evil gleam lights up his amber eyes. “I could’ve fractured your skull but held back. You should be thankful.”
A loud knock sounds at the door.
He releases my throat. “Who the fuck are you expecting?”
“Nobody,” I wheeze, barely able to talk.
The knocking turns into banging.
“Don’t move.” He leaves the room and returns within seconds. “It’s the police. Put on your robe and tell them everything is fine.”
“Okay.”
