Chapter 104 

Chapter 104 

He slammed the door behind us, and I flinched, shouldn’t have, but I did. 

With everything going on, I had every right to be scared of Dominic and his decisions. The echo still rang when he turned, eyes seething, chest rising like a storm gathering weight. 

“I am pissed,” he said, voice deep baritone. “I am fucking pissed. And the only way I’m getting unpissed is by fucking you. Hard.” 

And there he was. The sex addict that he was. I gulped. 

I took a step back, maybe if I am quick enough I could outrun him. 

But before I even had that thought, before I could run or throw another smartass line to hold my ground–his hand was at my throat. The contact made my breath stutter, not from fear, but from the way his grip commanded my body to still. 

My back hit the door with a thud, my lungs forgetting how to expand. 

He kissed me like he wanted to erase me. 

Teeth, tongue, no warning–his mouth claimed mine with bruising force, and I hated how fast I gave in. My lips parted in reflex, a moan caught in my throat. 

His other hand crushed my hip against the wood, his thigh standing in between mine, pinning me in place. 

“You think you can humiliate me?” he hissed against my mouth. “Make a show of yourself in front of him? You want him to. kiss you like this? To play with your tongue like I do?” 

My nails dug into his shoulders, but I didn’t push. I pulled. My heart was racing, breath coming fast. “It was a test,” I managed, voice ragged. “I needed to see what you’d do. It was for fun. Not my fault your fragile ego can’t handle it.” 

His laugh was cold. He through his head back and laughed as if he was mocking me. “You fucking succeeded.” 

He turned me fast, palms on my shoulders, forcing me to face the door again. I gasped as my cheek met the cool surface, his body a furnace against my back. His hand curled in my hair, pulling until my neck arched, exposing my throat like a 

lamb at the altar. 

“You’re shaking,” he whispered. “Because you know what you need.” 

“I don’t-” 

“You do,” he bit, dragging my dress up, baring my thighs, my ass, my soaked shame. “You want to be punished. It’s been long. Did you know that I haven’t touched another woman just for you? But it seems you think.i am a joke and don’t have the same idea to.be fucking loyal Aria.” 

I whimpered when he yanked my panties down, a flick of his wrist, a sound like surrender pooling at my feet. 

He pressed his fingers between my legs, rough, knuckles scraping my thighs and I couldn’t stop the gasp. 

I felt his fingers on my clit and my legs trembled involuntarily. 

“Wet,” he growled. “You like this. You like being handled. Owned. Being treated like this.” 

I moaned, hips twitching helplessly. “You’re not-” 

“I am. You’re mine, Aria. Say it.” 

I stayed silent. I didn’t want to give him the victory. But then he pushed inside me with two fingers, no buildup, no mercy, and I cried out, forehead thudding softly against the door as I felt his fingers curve inside my pussy. 

“Say. It.” 

“Yours,” I choked, because I was. Right then, I was nothing but his, his to rage at, to use, to fuck until I couldn’t speak. 

And I loved it. I love when he treated me like a slut, it made me wetter. Even when I try to act like it doesn’t but it does. 

He pulled out, and for a second I could breathe again–until I felt the blunt pressure of him against me. His hard cock inside his trouser. 

He didn’t waist time as he removed his belt, his cock spranging out free. Then he pressed it against my ass.cheels. 

Just the promise of punishment carved in flesh. 

He drove into mu pussy with a snarl, and I cried out, my hands slamming against the door for balance. He was brutal, relentless, hips slamming into mine with the fury he couldn’t speak. Every thrust said mine, every growl behind my ear said never again. 

I felt his breath on my neck, hot, ragged, matching my own. My tears came without shame, not from pain–but from how much I wanted this. How sick it was, how twisted I’d become under his touch. 

And God help me, I loved it. 

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Chapter 104 

“I’m going to fuck the obedience back into you,” he hissed. 

I gasped, but I didn’t resist. Couldn’t. His voice alone made my knees buckle. He wrapped his fingers in my hair, tugged, forcing my head back until my neck arched and my breath came in short, panicked bursts. 

“Please,” I whispered. “Stop. Just–stop.” 

He pulled me tighter to him, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Why?” he asked, voice silked with heat. “Why should I stop when you’re this wet already?” 

I hated the way he could feel it. Hated more that I was. My thighs were slick, trembing, betraying everything I wanted to hide. His hand slid down, fingers teasing my soaked pussy folds like he was checking the truth written in flesh. His palm paused over my clit. 

Slap. 

My hips jerked violently forward as he spanked it, the shock lighting up my spine. Pain bloomed, followed instantly by heat. I whimpered, my breath catching in my throat. 

“Say it again,” he demanded, cock pressing against my ass. “Tell me to stop. Convince me. Because right now baby you are only making me want you more.” 

I couldn’t. My lips moved, but no sound came. He laughed darkly and yanked my dress up fully, baring me completely, fabric tearing at the seams as he didn’t bother being gentle. 

“Strip,” he barked. 

I hesitated for a fraction of a second, and that was enough. 

“No?” he growled. “Fine. I’ll do it for you.” 

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