She sat on the bed and pulled the covers over her body, breathing hard. I waited for a beat before I turned and walked out of there.
Getting kicked out of my own room.
Fuck.
14
EMMY
Despite having goneto bed alone last night, I woke up with Dominic close behind me on the bed in a similar position we had been in before, his one arm between my breasts and with his hand gently over the curve of my neck, and the other hand wrapped tightly around my middle.
I let out a small sigh.
So much for thinking he respected my personal boundaries.
The fucker only waited until I was asleep before he crawled his way back into bed.
I turned around, only to find bright blue eyes on me.
He smiled.
My expression didn’t change.
I might have gone to bed angry, but I was past that now, and I didn’t feel like fighting him, or drawing attention to the fact that one of his hands was so close to my nipples.
I blinked and slowly pulled away.
Surprisingly, he let me go without a fight, and I sat up on the bed, pushing my feet out from under the blanket and onto the rug beneath the bed.
I could feel his eyes on me the entire time. I stood up without saying anything, moving to the bathroom.
I looked at myself in the mirror, wondering if I looked as different as I felt, or if it was my own biased perception staring back at me.
I reached over and locked the door, and I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I heard him let out a soft chuckle from the click.
Shaking my head, I stripped out of my clothes—one of Dominic’s shirts and boxer briefs. I was going to convince Lucy to take me out today so I could purchase some sleep clothes of my own. I hopped into the shower.
The water was icy when I first turned it on, but it soon warmed up, and my shoulders relaxed.
I closed my eyes and ducked my face under the spray.
If I stayed in the shower long enough, would Dominic leave soon for his day?
I didn’t know which I wanted more, for him to still be here when I got out of the shower, or for him to leave without saying anything to me.
I hated how conflicted my feelings were for this man.
What should have been straightforward—my disgust, anger, and hatred for this monster—was muddled by my lust, loneliness, and feeling of safety.
He was keeping me here against my will, but right now, this house was the safest place I could be.
I had no doubt those men after Braxton were also now after me.
They didn’t like that I’d interfered and prevented them from taking him.
Cool air blew into the shower, and I opened my eyes in surprise to see Dominic standing there, naked.
His blue eyes glinted in amusement and lust as he forced his way into the shower, and I had to move back to make room for him, not wanting to touch him.
