Chapter 114

Evelyn's breath hitched.

Dominic had completely lost his mind!

They were at Blackwood Manor where his grandfather could return any moment.

Other family members and staff might walk in at any second to witness this madness.

But what terrified her most was being kissed by... Beatrice's biological son.

He was her...

'No. This is wrong.'

'It's too twisted.'

"Stop! Let me go!" Evelyn twisted violently, shoving against his chest.

His demanding mouth chased hers, swallowing her protests. When she gasped, he deepened the kiss, claiming every inch with possessive strokes.

His masculine scent overwhelmed her, making her skin prickle with warning signals.

Pinned against the wall, she fought harder as his body pressed closer.

But Dominic overpowered her easily. His darkened gaze locked onto her lips again, leaving no space between them. Her struggles only fueled his anger.

While his teeth grazed her swollen lips, his cigarette-holding hand caged her head. The struggling made the cigarette butt scrape against the wall, sparks flying.

With his free hand, he yanked off his tie.

As his mouth ravaged hers, she felt her wrists being captured.

Horror dawned when she realized his intention.

"What are you—"

The silk tie wound around her wrists in brutal loops. He secured the knot with terrifying efficiency, rendering her hands useless.

Instinct screamed at her to flee.

Dominic simply lifted her like a ragdoll.

Her kicks accomplished nothing.

He carried her toward the bedroom like a predator with its prey. Any attempt to scream was silenced by his crushing kisses, leaving only muffled whimpers.

The moment he tossed her onto the bed, she bounced on the plush mattress.

Before she could scramble up, she heard the decisive click of the lock.

She knew exactly what came next.

"Don't do this. I'll press rape charges," Evelyn threatened, finally managing to sit up.

When Dominic turned from the door, she made a desperate dash for escape.

Hopeless, but she had to try.

His gaze darkened as he unbuttoned his shirt with one hand while intercepting her. He pinned her back down effortlessly.

Trapped beneath him, Evelyn panted like a cornered animal.

Dominic studied her tear-filled eyes before abruptly sitting up. His expression turned dangerously cruel as he yanked her blouse upward.

The AC's chill kissed her exposed skin.

"No, please don't—" Her plea ended in a whimper when his mouth found her collarbone.

"Ah! Ngh—" Shame burned through her as unwanted sounds escaped.

He ignored her protests.

The manor stood empty, the children asleep. Soundproof walls and humming AC ensured privacy.

If anyone heard anything, they'd assume Dominic was... occupied.

Then she spotted the fruit knife on the nightstand.

Leftover from when she'd cut fruits for Reginald during his recovery.

When Dominic finally released her bruised lips, tears spilled freely. "Am I just your plaything? Some stress relief toy?"

Her sobs grew louder.

Since resistance failed, she switched tactics.

Dominic thumbed away her tears, jaw clenched.

Suddenly, he pulled her upright, pressing their foreheads together. "Do you really hate my touch that much?" His voice grated.

"Yes."

"You seemed to enjoy it at the hotel." His lips brushed hers. "I still remember your moans."

Evelyn's breathing faltered. Cheeks burning, she lied through clenched teeth, "I prefer Nathan's touch—"

The explosion of rage was instantaneous.

She regretted her words as he dragged her off the bed, slamming her against the wall. She should've kept sweet-talking him...

Face pressed to the wall, she could only watch helplessly as his tie-restrained hands twitched.

Dominic's heated breath scorched her neck.

Too furious for words, he gripped her waist, lips at her ear. "Let's hear you scream for me then."

"Dominic! Would your grandfather approve? Your children?" Her blouse hung open, skirt wrinkled.

His tongue traced her earlobe. "You're the only one who needs to know how depraved I am."

"Mmm..." The dual sensation of wet heat and tobacco scent short-circuited her brain.

An involuntary shiver betrayed her.

He caressed her flaming cheek. "Inexperienced girls always cry from pain, don't they?"

His thumb brushed her swollen lips. "These pretty lips have never begged for more, harder..."

Memories from five years ago flooded his mind.

Evelyn bit her lip, eyes squeezed shut. It was true—she'd never uttered those words to any man, not even during her contractual pregnancy.