Warning: this chapter gets a little sexually explicit me the end... I warned you! You can't complain later! 💀

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Inaya's POV

Two days have passed since that one terrifying night. I haven't seen Dominic since.

In fact, I did everything in my power to not bump into him. Not like I wasn't already doing that before, but now, I'm trying even harder to avoid him.

Nick has dropped by yesterday and said I look unhappy... almost uncomfortable. I don't know how he could tell because I thought I had put on my best smile to cover everything.

I couldn't tell him; I was embarrassed and felt dirty after that encounter with Dominic. I wanted to forget it. But no matter what I did, I couldn't erase the memory. I would see him in my nightmares, every nightmare ends the same: he takes my life in the most torturous way possible.

Nick knew something was wrong but he didn't push it. And I was extremely relieved he didn't push on the topic because I'm sure I would've broken down if he asked.

"A little birdy told me you have a date with Mr. Nicholas in a few days." Angela grins as she passes me a plate with breakfast.

"It's not a date!" I say defensively. "I agreed to hang out with him."

"He won't consider it as anything but a date. He's extremely flirtatious but good at heart." Angela says.

"I know... but a date... I can't." I try to say as politely as possible.

"It's a spiritual thing?" She asks.

I nod.

"Maybe he'll skip everything and just marry you." She winks, making my cheeks heat up. "He seems like he's smitten with you."

"Me? No... it's probably just a phase." I say.

I wouldn't be surprised if it is actually just a phase. Maybe he isn't getting enough female attention and I'm the only one around.

She shrugs her shoulders, sort of agreeing with me.

Nicholas looks like he's been taking right out of a magazine cover and I look like I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in 30 years.

"Oh my, I forgot to ask. How is Mr. Benny and Mr. Lenny doing?" I smile, genuinely wanting to know how they are.

"Mister? Princess, don't be so polite." She giggles. "I haven't seen them for a few days. They disappear for missions and sometimes I don't know for days if they're alive or..." there's a look of sadness in her eyes.

I sad frown comes upon my face. "Oh... I'm sorry. It must be tough. I couldn't imagine..."

"What kind of man did you want to marry?" She suddenly asks.

I start blushing. One of my goals in life, besides my career, was getting married and having a family.

But that thought only brings sadness in my heart now, knowing I won't have any of that.

"I didn't have much of a list... I just wanted unconditional love. Growing up, I didn't receive much of the love and attention most kids had..." my voice grows sadder. "So I told myself that when I'm grown, I'd marry a kind, simple man who would just love and adore me. That's it. And I wouldn't have a complain in the world."

"Isn't that what we all want, Princess? When I met Lenny, I didn't think he'd be the one. He was such a bad-boy-asshole type and I wanted a simple man, just like you. Look where that got me." She laughs.

"Aw! That's so cute!" I grin.

"It was all a honeymoon phase until he had to go on dangerous errands and I wouldn't know if the next mission would take his life or not." She looks down at her hands, which she's fiddling with. "Anyways, what I'm trying to say is that, sometimes, the people we never thought of tend to be the people we need."

I think about what she just said. She's not wrong; sometimes it is the people we think aren't meant for us who tend to be the people we can't live without.

It's weird how life works sometimes, huh?

"Oh, look at the time! I better get going. I'll see you soon, dear." She gives me a quick peck on the cheek. Just as she was about to leave, she turns around, "Don't forget to tell me all about your day with Nick." She winks.

Shes teasing me, I know it. "Bye, Angela!"

I begin cleaning up the countertop of the last bits of food left behind and that's when I hear a door click.

My heart beats louder.

It can't be him.

Please don't let it be him.

Anyone but him.

"Where are you going with my brother?" Dominic's voice is cold.

I look up to see him leaning against the kitchen doorframe, in a classy suit as if he just came back from a business meeting.

Lord, he just keeps getting more and more attractive every time I see him.

Why do good looks go to people like him? Someone share some with me!

"N-nowhere. He was insisting—" my voice starts shaking for nervousness.

"And you couldn't say no?" His voice is stern.

"I did, but—" I try saying but I keep getting interrupted.

"But what?"

"But he's just as stubborn as you!" I blurt out impatiently.

He walks up so quickly towards me that I almost didn't see him. He grabs me by my waist and pulls me against him harshly.

"Did you ask me?" His voice is a low growl.

I couldn't answer. The darkness in his eyes, it's unmissable. There's not one but of light. What in the world...

His grip on my waist tightens painfully. "I said, did you fucking ask me?"

"I didn't. But you have to understand—"

"You fucking whore. I showed you mercy by not killing you on spot and you go around seducing my brother like the whore you are." His words are sharp and careless.

"Don't say such things! I did nothing of that sorts!" Defending myself to him is like talking to a wall. But I'd rather talk to the wall.

"Yet, you refuse to touch me..." He whispers in a deep tone, sending shivers down my spine.

He leans down, his lips closely lingering over mine. I can feel his minty breath on mine and my legs turn to jelly.

"D-Dominic..." my voice comes out as a soft whisper compared to his. Mostly because my whole body is numb and I'm shaking from, not fear this time, but...

"Yet, you won't let me fucking touch you..." He places his lips on mine.

At first it was just a touch, then he starts making things uncomfortably rough.

He pushes me against the counter. My back digging into the edge of the granite, making my bones ache agonizingly.

This isn't soft or sweet like you'd see on TV. This is painful, this is making tears spring free from my eyes from the discomfort.

I want him to stop but the more I push him away, the more he pushes himself against me; the more he pushes his lips against mine as if he plans on finishing me off right now with just the touch of our lips.

His tongue is at the edge of my lips, seeking entrance but when I don't part my lips, he bites my bottom lip.

"Ow! Please, you're hurting me." I plead. "Dominic, you're hurting me." My voice comes out softly against his lips.

He pulls back slightly.

My mouth is throbbing and stinging painfully from the bite as well him aggressively kissing me. I touch them and when I look at my fingers, there blood.

"I'm hurting you? I'm fucking hurting you? But my brother's advances don't bother you?" His voice is a low rumble.

And to my absolute horrible, he grabs my hand places it on his hard crotch. "And what are you going to do about my dick that you led on? Who's gonna finish the job?"

My heart is clenching from revulsion that I can't do anything about. My eyes are filled with so much tears that I can barely see. "Please... stop..."

He thrusts his knee in between my legs, making me yelp helplessly. "But I'm making making you wet, aren't I? You're body is aching for me. You're my little whore, amore mìo."

My body is betraying me, my own body and I'm disgusted.

"Don't act so innocent. You've whored around before." He whispers into my ears.

"No! My God, no! I'm a virgin! No man's ever been close enough to talk to me, let alone touch me!" I raise my voice as much as I could.

Why did I just—

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A/N: homeboi is aggressive. oop-

Also, sorry I keep updating later than the date I give, I always forget omfg. I'll start putting on reminders!

Next Update: *Soon (few days Insha'Allah) bc I'm falling behind in school lmao*