This is my chance to seek help. I’d hate for Dom to get arrested, but he scares me more than my father. I never thought anyone would ever accomplish that feat. He has no qualms about hurting me. In fact, he seems to find pleasure in it, but I still crave him. His unapologetic attitude excites me, overshadowing my self-preservation. Dom takes whatever he deems his and doesn’t fear consequences. He makes me covet my own destruction.
“I’ll ruin your career and bankrupt your father if you say one word.”
I study his face and come to the conclusion he’s dead serious.
“Don’t invite them in.”
I nod and head into the bathroom to get my robe. After covering myself, I make my way to the front door. I peer through the peephole and spot two police officers, one male and the other female.
“Can I help you?”
“Pepper Bryant?” the female officer asks.
“Yes.”
“Your friend, Mia, called the police and requested a welfare check on you.”
“I’m fine.”
“Please open the door, ma’am,” she says.
I concede, knowing the officers won’t leave unless they visually verify I’m unharmed.
“I appreciate you both coming, but as you can see, I’m perfectly fine.”
“Your friend said she heard you scream, then the call disconnected.”
“I saw a mouse and overreacted.” I laugh.
The female officer eyes me suspiciously while her partner seems bored. “Your face is swollen.”
“I bumped into the wall trying to outrun the mouse.”
“Deena, she’s good. Let’s go,” the male officer says and marches down the hall.
“Enjoy the rest of your evening, ma’am.”
“You too.”
Once again, I’m left at the mercy of the beast. If I were honest, I’d admit it’s exactly where I desire to be, but denial is my lifeline. Holding on to it prevents me from being battered in the tornado that is Dominic Stone.
“Pepper,” he says huskily. “I’m waiting.”
I hurriedly walk towards my bedroom but notice Dom sitting on the toilet and change directions. He maneuvers me between his legs and unties my robe. The fluffy material parts, revealing my nakedness. His pursual of my body scorches me to the marrow. He trails his fingers through the downy hair at the crux of my thighs.
“This is interfering with my meal,” he says, guiding my foot to the edge of the bathtub. “You’re due for a shave.”
“I can do it on my own,” I reply timidly.
“I’m sure you can.” He turns the faucet on and holds his hand beneath the stream of water. “But I insist.”
His eyes bore into mine while he thoroughly wets my folds, then picks up the can of shaving cream lying next to my razor on the sink. He commences shearing my tuft of curls. I’m a bit jumpy having a sharp blade near my private area, but Dom is meticulous and doesn’t rush. My trepidation fades as he completes the task with expert precision.
“All done.” He smacks my butt and stands. “Keep your pussy bald.”
“This is dangerous,” I whisper.
Soon we’ll pass the point of no return, then my world will cave in on me. Dom lives by his own rules, so he’ll persevere, but me… I’ll be buried in the rubble, suffocating until I’m no more.
