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“Come with me, baby. I’m ready to fill you up.”

I’m too far gone to succumb to the chill that shoots up my spine, the web of fear capturing my breaths, and I fall over the edge with him.

“Fuck!” Dom roars.

I cry out incoherently, my pleasure rushing out of me as his shoots inside. We ride it out together, but my hands find their way to Dom’s shoulders, ready to push him off me as soon as I return to my senses.

It takes all of two seconds.Dom’s sperm is inside me.

Stiffening, my body turns to ice, and before I can push him away, Dom pulls out and lifts me from the bed. Taking me to the full-length mirror, Dom lowers me down until we’re both sitting. My back against his chest, he hooks his ankles around my calves and spreads me wide.

“Breathe, Naomi,” he pants against my ear. “You were amazing.”

I try to get up, but he holds me in place. “What are you doing?”

He stares straight ahead, my most intimate parts on full display in the mirror. “Waiting.”

My gaze is fixed on his reflection, his lazy, satisfied smile the opposite of my wide-eyed despair.

About thirty seconds later, Dom hums in approval. “Cream pie,” he smiles. His fingers slide down my body, tickle my sensitive clit, and sink inside me.

He moves them around, pushing at my throbbing walls, but all I can see is his cum, cum that’s still inside me. Terror claws its way in, my pulse quickens and my vision blurs. It’s no longer sperm I see when Dom pulls his fingers out and holds them in front of my face—it’s blood, dripping down his wrist and pouring from me.

“My favourite,” Dom murmurs, oblivious. His tongue darts out, and he licks his fingers clean, savouring the taste before going back for more.

Slamming my eyes closed, my head falls against his shoulder. “I need to wash it away. Please…”

“Open your eyes.”

“No. Agh!”

Dom’s teeth pull at the soft skin on my neck. “What did I say about that word? Open. Your. Eyes.”

“All I see is blood!” I gasp frantically, squeezing my eyes tight.

Dom’s body softens; his arms wrap around my waist, but he releases my legs and uses his to guide them closed. “Soon, you’ll see exactly what I do.”

Chapter 24

Wednesday Morning

I hold Naomi in my arms, her body calm, her breathing relaxed. I’ve spent the last four days and nights with my queen in my bed. I’ve listened to her grumble and bait whoever’s been left to look after her when I’ve had things to do—Frank appears to be the least offensive in her eyes. Tommy, understandably, is public enemy number one.

Every time I’ve taken her, I’ve watched her bravely overcome the fight within. Orgasms help, although getting her there when she’s struggling can take a while.

All I see is blood.

Those words haunt me. I’ve taken her to the mirror whenever we’ve fucked in my room, and it’s always the same. She looks until she can’t. Until her body turns to ice, and she fights for breath, calming only when I put her in the shower.

If only that were the worst of it. If I could cut her brain open and remove the part that torments her, I would. She can’t even rest when she’s asleep. She drifts off in my arms—reluctantly, I might add. She’d be on the other side of the bed, given a chance. Then a few hours in, the nightmares claim her. You feel her pulse quicken first. Her heart thumping so hard that alone wakes me up. Then she moans, not in the way I like, and her body thrashes like she’s fighting against an invisible hold.

She eventually wakes up when the tears start falling.

Am I a selfish piece of shit? Absolutely. Am I going to stop? Not a chance.

I’m committed to this path, and she’s joining me on it. She may be kicking and screaming right now, but I have no doubt that will all change. I just need to break through.

“I’m OK now,” Naomi says sleepily. “You can let go.”