BIANCA
I'd been Dominic’s wife for two days. He’d tried to kiss me and touch me, but I'd refused to react to him. I was empty inside. How could I trust him after everything that had happened?
I stayed in the bedroom. I didn’t care about classes or a damn thing. I was waiting to be put into my grave so the pain in my chest from all the shit surrounding Fallon would end. When I thought about it, I realized it wasn’t just Fallon. It was the fact that they had been prepared to kill me. That they had killed him.
“You need a bubble bath. It’ll help you relax,” Dom mumbled, coming into the bedroom and placing my dinner on the nightstand. He watched me for a moment before striding forward and kneeling in front of me. “You need to eat. You haven’t eaten all day.” He pushed my hair out of my face, his lips turned downward into a deep frown.
I remained quiet. Anything I said wouldn’t be good.
He sighed, got to his feet, and walked away from me. The sound of flowing water came from the bathroom before Dom appeared once more.
“Levin and Vincent miss you.” He kneeled in front of me again with a pudding cup in his hand. He spooned some chocolate out and offered it to me.
I didn’t take it.
“Please eat,” he whispered, his hand shaking.
He tried again, but I ignored him. He jammed the spoon back into the cup so forcefully it sent chocolate erupting over the sides. He rose, his body coiled with tension. I swallowed down the squeal as he trembled for a moment before he threw the entire cup of pudding against the wall, sending chocolate splattering everywhere. He breathed in and out deeply before finally turning to me. I clutched my blanket, worried I was about to meet the same demise as the pudding. Instead of being rough, he bent and scooped me into his arms. Dom took me into the bathroom where he placed me on my feet. He gently slipped my shirt off and then my sweatpants.
His green eyes lingered on my naked body briefly then he removed his clothes. His heavy cock brushed against me as he led me to the tub.
“I’ll bathe you,” he said softly, helping me into the water. He sank down and settled me between his muscular thighs. He worked silently, washing my hair and then my body, his hands lingering over my breasts before they trailed between my legs.
I flinched as he swept his finger through my folds and rubbed against my clit. His touch felt good, but I didn’t want it to since I was furious.
“I miss you,” he murmured in my ear as he caressed me.
My body trembled against his as he moved his finger to my entrance and pushed inside.
“So tight,” he grunted, pressing his lips to my shoulder. “Do you like this?”
I said nothing, the tears burning my eyes as I stared straight ahead.
“I want to make love to you, wasp. Not fuck you. I just want to love you.” He kissed my neck. “Let me. Let your husband make you feel good.”
My throat tightened as the tears threatened to spill. I needed closure for Fallon. How do you move on when you’re still stuck? I wanted freedom. I wanted … God, I didn’t even know what I wanted. Answers?
“Don’t cry. Fuck.” He withdrew his fingers. “What do I need to do? I don’t know what the fuck to do.” He slid me forward then stood from the tub and got out. He wrapped a towel around his waist. “I can’t do shit right by you. This is killing me as much as it is you, Bianca. You’re breaking my fucking heart.”
He strode from the room then, his head down mournfully. I closed my eyes, a fat tear leaking out.
It was killing me too.
* * *
I layin bed beside Dominic, who slept soundly. The only way I’d be able to escape would be to kill him. I'd need to take out Vincent and Levin too before I left. The thought made my heart ache in all sorts of new ways, the confusion of my bitter love driving a stake right through the center of my soul.
I wanted my kings. I hated my kings. I loved my kings. I hated myself. I hated this fucked up life. I hated David for putting me here. I hated my mom for letting him.
I fumbled for the shard of glass beneath the mattress and pulled it out. The moonlight glinted off the white porcelain as I stared at it. If I didn’t kill Dominic, he’d just end up killing me later. Or this new life without freedom would.
The idea of what I needed to do hurt so much. I swallowed down a sob before pulling myself together and sitting up. Slowly, I eased myself over Dominic, straddling his naked torso. He let out a soft grunt in his sleep, his long lashes resting on his cheeks, his lips parted.
He was beautiful. Like a fallen angel.
I adjusted the shard in my hand and pressed it against his throat.
Do it. Kill him. Run. Then just fucking run.
My hand shook as I pressed the glass to his neck, a tear falling from my eye onto his chest. And then another. I pressed harder. A bead of blood blossomed from his pulse point.
“If you mean to kill me, you’re doing it right,” Dominic’s deep voice called out. He wrapped his hand around my wrist and moved the shard to his chest. “But this will get the job done faster.”
I winced as he pushed my hand with the shard in it to a spot over his heart. It broke the skin, making blood pool out. I stared down at the thin crimson trail as it trickled from him.
I locked my eyes on his before releasing the shard. The moment it was out of my hand, he knocked it off the bed and rolled me onto my back, so he was looming over me, caging me in with his arms.
“Rule number one of killing someone, do it. Don’t hesitate. If you hesitate, you lose. Rule number two, never play a game you’ll lose.”
I started to shove him off me, but he grabbed my wrists in one of his hands and pinned them over my head. He looked like a beautiful monster as he peered down at me, his cross necklace dangling in my face, his black hair a mess from sleep. Heat pooled between my legs, betraying me.
“I’ve been good to you, wasp, and this is what it gets me? Murdered in my sleep with a broken soup bowl?” His face darkened as he stared down at me.
A moment later, he ripped my panties off as I struggled beneath him.
I stiffened when he slid his fingers up my heat.
“You’re wet for me,” he husked out.
I squeezed my eyelids closed, my breathing coming in sharp gasps. Damn this treacherous body of mine.
I struggled to break free, embarrassed he was turning me on despite everything inside telling me the feeling was wrong.
But God, why did it feel so right?
Dom tightened his hold on me. He was strong. Way too strong for me to fight off. I was breathless from bucking by the time he managed to push up my t-shirt.
“Do me a favor, wasp,” he said in a low, dangerous growl filled with dark promises. His lips curled up into a sinister smile. “Scream for me.”
He pushed himself deep into my heat in one fluid motion, making me arch my back. I cried out, cursing his name with one breath while praising the devil for creating such a beautiful monster with the next.
I hated everything about him just as much as I loved him.