He’s too pissed to wait for the elevator, throwing me over his shoulder and we’re up the stairs so fast I don’t even have long enough to be afraid he might drop me. The door to our apartment is slammed closed. He sets me down with a punishing grip, both hands go to my shoulders and he tears the gown with one fierce growl.
Holy shit, I’m standing in nothing more than a tiny red thong in front of him. I’m thrust up against the wall and his hand comes down hard. It’s the library all over again. I lose count of how many times he spanks me on each cheek until I’m gasping for air and so wet my thighs are slick with need.
When he finally stops I’m not sure how I’m still standing. I expect him to grab me and take me then and there. He doesn’t—while I’m still trembling Dominic slams out of the apartment, leaving me very confused and extremely wet for him.
What the fuck? I fight back tears. Chloe had been wrong and I’m an idiot.
***
Regina
After Dominic left me standing there and I finally got my breathing back under control, I grabbed the remnants of the dress and slunk into my room. I then spent a solid twenty minutes masturbating until my clit was begging me to stop. Yep, I’m masturbating now. I love it and hate it. It takes the edge off. Except I’m left feeling empty, and I end up missing Dominic even more. Lying in bed, I decide a hot bath is needed to work out this tension.
Almost a half hour later I wrap myself in my robe and walk out of the bathroom no less tense than I was when I went into it.
“You were in there for a while.”
I jump in shock. Dominic is lounging on my bed, the sheet and comforter pulled back, and he’s deliciously naked. Instantly I’m wet for him. Yet the smug look on his face stops me from running to throw myself at him. It isn’t easy but I manage to cross my arms, to hide my hard, aching nipples. “What are you doing in here?”
He exhales a small laugh. “What does it look like? I’m tired of going without. From that dress you wore today, dear wife, it’s obvious you are too. Good. I need to fuck. It’s been too damn long.”
I swear if he hadn’t been such an asshole, so crude, I would have gladly laid down with him. His smirk and to hear him use the word fuck, even after everything Chloe said today, I just can’t. “That was then, this is now. No.”
Those eyes go arctic blue with cold; they stare me down until I’m on the verge of backing down. I’m even opening my mouth when he nods. He rolls off the bed. “Fine. Remember, this is what you wanted.”
The finality of those words, cold and hard, force the question out of me. “What do you mean?”
He turns to face me, his hand on the doorknob. “I told you if you kept me satisfied, I wouldn’t make use of another woman. I haven’t been satisfied except for one night in our marriage. For the record, I was of the mind to shield you from this. Since you’re going to be a bitch about it, I see no need. Fair warning, Serena tends to be vocal in her pleasure.”
The door closes with a final click. He’s lying. I close my eyes, no, he’s not. No, no, he can’t do this. I need him to lie to me and tell me he wanted me, that it meant something. Distantly I hear the beep announcing the elevator arriving on the floor. It tears me out of my stupor.
Could he really allow someone else to touch him? Would he really—my stomach revolts. White-hot anger surges within me. The sound of a woman laughing is loud behind his bedroom door. I throw it open, it crashes against the wall.
Dominic is on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands. A woman is on her knees in front of him, her hands running over his thighs. She’s unconcerned at the sight of me—stupid. I finally understand murder, understand the need to inflict violence, to destroy someone. There is no rational thought as I grab her by her hair and yank her up. “Get the fuck out of here and don’t come back if you value your life.”
W
ith a scream she falls back against the wall, then runs. Turning to Dominic, he hasn’t moved an inch. An eyebrow goes up. “Changed your mind, dear wife?”
I raise my hand, determined to smack the smug look off his face. He catches my wrists easily in an unforgiving grip, then yanks me down to my knees. He stares down at me with his jaw clenched, anger in every muscle of his body.
“How could you?” It kills me that tears are rolling down my face.
He thrusts me away from him. “Me? The very first day I told you this would be what you made of it. If you didn’t want to fuck me, fine. I wouldn’t force you. You begged me for it. You wore a dress you knew I would tear off your body. At the same time, you also pissed me off so badly I didn’t trust myself to touch you without hurting you. I calmed the fuck down and decided to take you up on your offer, and you want to tell me no?”
I’m cringing at hearing it all out loud.
“I told you I want to fuck a woman. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. This is what you did, not me. Are you going to be a real wife to me in every way? Will you sleep in my bed and be the one to fuck me when I need it? Make up your damn mind what the hell you want. If it’s not Serena tonight, it will be someone else tomorrow.”
Just him saying it tears at me all over again. I reach up for him, he shakes his head. “No, I need you to say it so there is no question, Regina. What do you want?”
Swallowing down the fear, the words come out low. “You, I just want you.”
“Do you want me to just get it over with?” The words are hissed out of him.
I will regret those words until the day I die. Shaking my head, I reach for him. This time he doesn’t move. “Please.” I hate the word, but I know I lost the right to use any other. “fuck me, Dominic.”
His hand goes around my neck in a painful grip, pulling me to him as his mouth comes down on me with a growl. Savage, bruising, painful, and I welcome it, all of it. He tears the robe off me then pushes me down on the bed, following me down before my back hits the bed.