Masuk**DOMINIC**I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and ran a hand through my hair, dark strands falling across my forehead as I stared at my own reflection.I wouldn’t have known about the phone. Not at first.The second I walked into the room, my eyes dropped to her hands buried in the sheets. Then she asked if I’d come in late—like she actually gave a shit about where I’d been. She didn’t. Of course she didn’t.But I noticed the small movements beneath the covers.I said those things on purpose. Every filthy detail. I only planned to tick her off.But seeing the Grayson bastard’s name glowing on the screen, I was glad I’d let him hear exactly what Anastasia had been doing with her mouth and her body.My hand tightened around the edge of the sink, knuckles whitening.How the fuck had she gotten a phone?I had cut the telephone lines. Made sure neither Alicia nor Rhea came within six feet of my suite.Who would have thought she’d still be this desperate to talk to that bastard.I gue
ANASTASIAThe phone chimed with Rita’s message. I glanced down at the glowing screen. Marcus’s number.I exhaled, eyes flicking to the door one more time, because Dominic could walk right through it.I glanced back at the screen and tapped the number. I stared at it, waiting as the phone rang in my palm, until he finally picked up on the third ring.“Hello?” His voice sounded rough and tired.I pressed the phone tighter against my ear and whispered, “It’s me.”I hoped, by some fated chance, he’d recognize me by my voice alone.“Anastasia.”I bit the inside of my lip. His voice sounded so familiar.“Where the fuck have you been?” He sounded stressed. “I looked into Dominic’s villa. Do you know how hard that was? My family could fucking lose the roof over their head if I get caught. It was like you vanished off the face of the earth.”I might as well have disappeared with the way Dominic locked me away from the world—cutting the internet and restricting my movements.“It’s nothing. Ju
ANASTASIA I walked into the room, pushing the door close behind me. I leaned against the close door, my damp panties still folded in my palm. I came here so I can at least reach out to Marcus. But I have only succeeded in two intimate moments with Dominic which included giving him a blow job and him eating me out. But at least I was alone now, If only I can find a telephone or something with network connection in this room, I glanced around. My eyes fell on the telephone sitting on the side of the drawer. Perfect. I had Rita's number memorized if I could get her to find Marcus's number for me or any information about him without coming out as desperate. (She picked the telephone out but as she picked it up the wire fell, she glanced down at it, the wire had been cut cleanly from the device, as if it was done with a scissors. I glared at the wires scattered on the floor. Dominic knew why I was here, he was only enjoying watching me chase and struggle, he had no plan of
ANASTASIA I stared at my reflection in the mirror, water still dripping from my chin. I splashed more onto my face but my cheeks were still fucking red. I leaned against the sink, fingers gripping the cold edge. My back still burned where his finger had slipped under the strap. That bastard. What the fuck is wrong with me. What he had done out there was no less than making out in public.What if someone had seen?The toilet door clicked open. I turned. Dominic stood there. Those blue cold eyes locked onto mine, but he didn’t look like his usual cold facade. His gaze slid over me slow, hungry. His hair looked like he’d run his hands through it. Then he moved. In two steps he was inside the toilet and his mouth smashed against mine. Hard and rough. My hands flew up around his neck just to keep myself from falling. His tongue shoved into my mouth, hot flesh sliding over mine, mixing our saliva like he was trying to own every inch of it.His hands then slid further up my thi
ANASTASIA I moved towards the table and as I neared the seat, Dominic stood up first and pulled a seat, holding it for me. My eyes darted to meet his and his lips tugged upwards in a fucking smirk. I bit down on my lip and looked away, sliding into the seat. “Oh hey Anastasia, you finally joined us,” said Ramon with a smile on his face. I bit the inside of my cheek. I would have thought that damn smile was genuine if I didn’t almost get raped and then fucking killed in his garden by his henchmen. “Thank you for having me,” I forced a smile. The only thing pleasant on this table was the food laid out on the table. The woman beside Ramon snugged closer to his arm, putting more peeled crabs into his plate. She wasn’t the same woman at the party; it took him a span of two weeks to replace that woman. All the men in the Blackwood family were a bunch of fucking bastards, including the one who never missed an opportunity to shove his cock in my throat. “Where’s mother?” asked
ANASTASIA I followed the maid out of the suite and down the corridor. I bit down on my lip.I’d have to face Dominic after what happened. I’d also have to face the whole family of nutcases at the same fucking table.I released a breath. The hallway didn’t seem to end no matter how long I walked. I could feel the yacht moving as I walked.Halfway up the wooden stairs to the deck, I saw Alicia standing at the top.As I stepped closer, my eyes widened. She was leaning against a man’s chest, his arms encircled around her waist, holding her against him, his face buried in her hair. And that man definitely wasn’t her husband.I recognized him as the same guard I had seen her with at the party.They were far closer than employer and employee should have been. His hand rested low on her waist, fingers splayed possessively, digging into her side, while she leaned into him without the slightest hint of hesitation, her lips curved in a smile.“You can go,” I said to the maid without taking my e
ANASTASIA“He just has to show up late, dosen't he” I whisper, glancing toward the entrance—no sign of Dominic.The hall is huge, flooded with people. I feel painfully out of place, maybe because I’ve avoided them for so long. Everyone has something to say about me.Hushed whispers about me, yet lo
ANASTASIAI stare up at the mansion in front of me, it’s huge, the building standing tall, representing power and everything the owner stands for. The air carries the faint smell of rain, old money, and fresh roses from the garden surrounding the mansion. The building reminds me of him: tall, big,
ANASTASIA “Ana, Ana. Come on, it’s almost nine.” I yanked the sheets over my head to muffle Maria’s persistent voice. “Jesus Christ, Maria, let me sleep,” I yelped when the blanket was torn from my body, the cold morning air of the city taking its place.“Give me back my blanket. It’s so cold,”
ANASTASIA“Marry me, Miss Brooks,” Dominic says, like he’s offering me an invitation to a soap opera.I stare at the contract in front of me, as if staring hard enough would make it somehow disappear, turn into something that isn’t a marriage contract to the most condescending person on earth – Dom







