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“No, don’t wipe it off. You’re mine now. I’ve blooded you, the way hunters do after a kill.”
Oh, God.
The reality of what I’ve done rushes in hard and fast.
What kind of fucked up crazy am I to have thought doing anything with this guy was a good idea?
He kisses me, his lips nibbling at mine, and it’s lazy now, sated a little. Dom like this, with the hatred fucked out of him, is a different beast.
“Next time, no condom. I’ll show you a certificate of clean health. Kirill and Tino, too. I want to see you full of us all.”
“No.” I sit up, running my fingers through my hair in panic. “I’m not your fuck toy, Dom.”
“No, you’re our prim and proper Duchess, who we get to desecrate.”
“There won’t be a next time.”
He watches me as I stand, my legs shaking. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I’ve got to get out of here.”
“Of course there’ll be a next time. You can’t resist us, and it seems, for all I hate you, I can’t resist you either.”
“You want me gone, you fucking lunatic,” I scream at him as I gather up my clothes and pull them on. The anger isn’t really at him, though. It’s at myself. The girl who let the most fucked up guy in the college inside her. “Christ, talk about not knowing what you want. One moment you’re all, ‘Leave, Duchess, I want you gone.’ Then the next minute, ‘You’re mine, Duchess.’ Do you even hear yourself?”
“I never said I didn’t want more fun with you before you and your slutty Mom drag yourselves out of here.”
“See?” I pull my boots on as I point at him. “That, right there, is fucked up. I don’t mean just a little bit, Dom. You just fucked me, and you looked at me like I was something precious. Now, you’re denigrating me all over again.”
“Maybe I like fucking with you,” he says with an easy grin. “Maybe I like it that you don’t know what I think.”
“Or maybe, Dom, just maybe, you aren’t anywhere near as in control as you think you are. I think, Domenic,” I say his name with emphasis, “that you’re just as lost as I am, and all the games you play? They’re a desperate distraction from the misery that lives inside you.”
I see it then. So brief that when he blinks it’s gone, but I know what I saw. It wasn’t misery. It wasn’t hatred. It was desolation.
Deep inside, where he never wants anyone to see, Domenic is a black hole.
I swallow. This just got dangerous. Truly so, because this thing, this weird thread between us could end up breaking us all.
Black holes are deadly. They suck everything around them in and snuff out its light.
He grips my face again. “Don’t you dare wash that blood off, Duchess. You didn’t let me come in you, so now you have to sleep with my blood on you. One way or another, you’ll wear me. And don’t you think you get to tell me what is going on here. It’s not for you to know or to question. You are ours. Until we say you’re not.”
“I’m not yours.” I wrap my arms around myself, as if I can keep his cold darkness from touching me. “I’ll never be yours.”
He laughs. “That’s where you are so very wrong. We own you now. Unless you want your mom to know what a slut you are for Tino’s cock. And mine.”
My blood runs cold. “Did you film me as well?”
He laughs. “You’ll never know. Keep playing nice, and you’ll never have to find out.”
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
How could I have done this?
“I hate you so much,” I say as tears fill my eyes.
“Ditto, Duchess, ditto.” He forces a hard kiss on me before he lets me out of the door.
I stumble into the corridor and, on shaking legs, race from the room.
