Dominic's POV

Why would she be helping me? What's her plan? I watch her carefully as she frantically looks at me with those big brown eyes that are full of panic.

Fuck, I can't believe I let that bastard scratch me up this bad with a knife. I shouldn't have underestimated that son of a— fuck.

Pain sears through my abdomen better than a branding iron, my mind conceding to the torment, unable to bring a thought to completion.

"Shut the fuck up!" I yell at her, but she doesn't flinch. Not this time.

Without meaning to my body curls into something fetal, something primeval and all the while the pain burns and radiates

Instead she lightly scolds me. "No! You're bleeding out! Are you crazy?! At this rate, you'll bleed to death!"

I stare at her in amusement, Ive been a comeplete asshole and she still wants to help me. There has to be a reason behind this.

But I have no energy to fight, "Upstairs. Master bedroom room."

"I don't know where that is. Can you give me directions?" She asks.

I cane barely form words. I'm gritting my teeth from the constant pain.

"Dominic, can you please do that for me? Please." Her voice is so soft, so welcoming.

I'd love to hear her moan my name, I smirk.

I couldn't even manage a snarky comment so I just accept defeat and let her take me upstairs.

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Inaya's POV

After I have him so painkillers, he has become more conscious.

He tries pushing my hand away as I clean the wounds on his arm, but I just give him a warning look.

"Don't be stubborn now. You can go back to being stubborn after I'm done."

He rolls his eyes at me, but stops pushing me away.

"Stitches, these need stitches. Can't you tell?" He grits his teeth.

"What do you want me to do?" I ask, nervously.

"I'll do it myself." He grunts, then grabs scissors and silver wire.

I flinch as I watch him grunt in pain. He grits his teeth so hard that his jaw looks like it would dislocate.

"Would you like some—"

"Be quiet!" He yells.

"Sorry..." I mumble.

Once he finishes, it feels like I can finally breathe.

"Anywhere else?" I ask.

He doesn't reply, he doesn't even look at me at first.

"Dominic, anywhere else?" I ask him again

He switches places and takes a seat on the bed; He starts taking off his shirt.

"Wait—" Before I could say anything, it was off.

His body is covered in cuts from small ones to giant slashes but none of these would need stitching. I could barely see his skin colour because of the amount of blood covering it.

"Oh my God! Why didn't you say anything before?" I gasp.

I quickly take a clean cloth and dampen it to wipe the blood clean off of his chest.

Now, I'm a bit too aware of how close I am to him. His chest is as hard as rocks, I can feel the bumps of his abs under the thin cloth in running over his chest.

As I'm doing so, I can feel him gaze at me intensely. He's looking at me with a certain playfully dark look in his eyes.

My heart is beating way too loud and way too fast. A blush starts creeping up my cheeks but I hope he doesn't notice.

I apply isopropyl alcohol to disinfect the wounds on his chest, my hands slowly and softly sweeping over him.

My heart beat, which was slow and steady, now completely beating as if it'll jump out of my chest.

"I-I think that should be e-enough." My voice is shaking from being flustered.

Just as I was leaving, he grabs my wrist and pins me down on the bed.

"W-What are y-you doing?" I ask, trying to break free of his grip but he's too strong.

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Dominic's POV

Her hands delicately graze my skin, I stare at her as she's trying hard not to cause me any discomfort.

Is she really trying this much for someone who's done nothing but make her life a living hell?

Her eyes are furrowed from the amount of injuries she's seen on me, I can tell she's never seen anything like this before.

The more I stare at her, the more her plumps lips look soft enough to kiss forever.

It looks like she's never seen any man's body before from the way her face is turning all red.

The more I look at her, the more I want to rip her clothes off right then and there.

Something about her soft touch on my body sparks sexual tension within me; something about the way she's being so careful and looks so innocent makes me want to--

"I-I think that should be e-enough." She says nervously.

I would never think about giving her a girl like her much of a second thought. She isn't my type at all.

In fact, the thought of wanting her right now makes me feel like angry. She's caused me so much fucking trouble and now, I'm suddenly craving her body.

Without giving it much of a thought, I pin her down to the bed. All I want to do is fuck her, right here, right now.

My erection is throbbing for some attention.

"W-What are y-you doing?" Her small voice asks in fear.

This shit turns me on. I'm fucked up to the extent where her fear of me turns me on.

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Inaya's POV

"P-Please d-d-don't." My hands and legs have turned into jelly.

Tears begin sliding down my face, as my lips are trembling.

He licks his lips slowly, "You have no fucking idea what I wanna do to you, amore mìo."

I try raising my legs to kick him but it's not use, I couldn't move them.

He unwraps my scarf from around my neck while the part on my head stays on. Then, he licks his lips as if waiting to attack his prey.

He leans down and leaves aggressive kisses down my neck, as I struggle in his grip.

"Stop fucking moving. I know you want this. You've never been laid, I know my touch is making you w—"

"D-D-Dominic, I beg you, p-p-please don't..." my voice is barely a whisper.

"Why? Why the fuck not?" His voice is a low growl beside my ear.

I start weeping, my whole body feels weak.

"Marry me, marry me if you want this!" The words come out but makes me sob even harder.

I didn't have a choice, I don't want this outside of marriage, I can't. I already feel dirty, this is making me want to set myself on fire.

He stops and lets go of my wrists. My wrists feel like they've been burnt, they're stinging as if someone put salt on my wounds.

"Marry you?" He scoffs. "Do I look like a motherfuckin' idiot?"

I cover my face, not wanting to look at him. Not wanting to look, in general. The palms of my hands completely moistened with my tears.

"You should be glad I even thought about fucking you. I wouldn't have spared you a second glance outside of this." His words are sharp.

His footsteps retreat, away from the room and out some door.

I turn to my side, curl up into a fetal position and sob so hard, as if I never cried before.

"Someone please help me... I just want some peace in my life, I want to feel real warmth and love. Do I always ask for too much?" I whisper to myself as the tears continue to stream down my face.

Once I open my eyes, I realize I'm still in his Dominic's room. I jump up and head for door. For some reason, I couldn't walk fast enough, I'm limping.

It takes me another 10 minutes or so to find my room. This is ridiculous.

Once I look into the mirror in the room, I almost couldn't recognize myself. I look horrible. I look like I got ran over by a train.

"Dominic, why the hell did you call me at this h— oh you're horny as fuck." I hear a woman's voice coming from downstairs. It's the same woman's voice I had met before.

I can probably hear it because she's right in the hallway.

I quietly close my room door, without trying to attract any attention.

I walk to the washroom and stare at the mirror above the sink. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry for not being able to keep your reputation clean. I'm so very sorry..." I apologize to my deceased parents.

I apologize for being the worst daughter. I apologize that they had to deal with me while they were alive and have to deal with me even after death.

After taking a long shower, I settle down on the bed. I was terrified of him before, I'm mortified of him now to the point where I think about how taking my life would be easier than facing him.

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A/N: guyssss I'm sorry for updating so late but it's still Friday here so I'm technically not late (for one more hour lmfao)!

Next Update: Sunday, September 29, 2019.