Chapter 5 - The Hidden Monster

Elena

My brain got completely fucked up because of Dominic. His words, his smirk and his maddening presence clouded my thoughts completely. Ever since the moment at the breakfast table, all I could think about was him and the filthy words he had whispered in my ear. My panties had been damp since the moment he had walked away from the table.

And now, here I was, inside an insanely expensive boutique, pretending to enjoy a shopping trip with Chiara and her little arrogant designer label obsessed minions. I was supposed to be focused on choosing a dress for tomorrow's lunch with Deluccis but instead, my mind was busy imagining Dominic’s reaction to seeing me in a red body hugging dress. One that would make him so fucking aroused, he would almost lose control in front of everyone and take me on the table.

My eyes were darting back and forth between a dozen crimson dresses which were elegant, sexy and sinful. It was hard to decide which one screamed "fuck me right now" the loudest. That’s when the bitch decided to show up behind me.

“Not able to choose which one will suit you?” Chiara asked with a voice sweet like sugar but her smirk reeked of venom.

“Yeah, all of them look very nice.” I replied dreamily with a small smile, still lost in my lustful fantasy involving a certain mafia king who was my husband.

“Maybe something from the clearance section will suit your taste.” She said, her smirk widened while her minions burst into laughter.

I felt the heat rising in my cheeks, not from embarrassment but from fury. I slowly turned around to face her, keeping my expression soft and sweet. Venom is best served in honey.

“Oh, honey,” I said, tilting my head. “I could walk into that lunch wearing a paper bag and still get more attention than you in a designer dress but I get it, you probably wouldn't recognize real quality if it wasn’t hanging next to your self worth on the clearance rack.”

Her face twitched and her smile cracked just a little. The next second, she had stormed off to another section with her minions running after her like obedient little puppies.

I turned back to the mirror, letting a smug smile grace my lips, feeling happy and confident. Victory does taste quite sweet.

After a while, I finally started browsing through the racks a little bit more seriously this time, picking out a few curve hugging red dresses and some dangerously tempting lingeries.

I wanted something that would hug my waist and hips just right, something that would make Dominic lose whatever control he was so proud of and make him submit to his desires.

I smiled evilly, getting into my thoughts of tormenting him and asked one of the sales assistants to show me the way to the trial room.

Once I was inside, I quickly pulled my dress over my head, forgetting to lock the door in a hurry. I was left standing in just my panties with no bra on because the dress I had worn had built-in cups. My breasts were perky and bare, my nipples were slightly hard from the cold air. I examined the dresses again, still trying to decide which one to try first.

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Dominic

"Park the car. I’ll be back in a few minutes," I told Eric, my right hand man and driver as I stepped out. I hadn’t planned on stopping here, not originally. I was on my way to the gang house for a meeting but I happened to pass by this boutique and couldn’t resist. My wife was inside. My little temptress.

Elena.

I couldn’t get her out of my fucking head. She had been playing games with me, trying to seduce me just to get out of this marriage but what she didn’t know was that I had games of my own, games that ended with her surrendering completely, not just her body but her mind, her will and her fucking heart. I need her to be obsessed, controlled and owned by me and I will make sure that happens as quickly as possible because I can't delay my plan any further. I will make sure she submits to me, willingly. I will make her beg for my touch, beg to get fucked hard by me that she can't walk for days. I know she wants me, I have seen it in her eyes every time I looked into them but she didn't know that the fire was burning on both of the sides, I was just really good at hiding it. She was planning to seduce me but she will see her plan backfire by herself.

I walked into the boutique and instantly caught every woman’s attention but I only had eyes for one. I scanned the space and my eyes landed on Chiara, who was chatting and giggling with her friends with no sign of Elena.

I made my way towards her.

“Dominic, what a surprise!” she exclaimed, placing her hand on my forearm. “How come you are here?”

I didn’t even spare her a glance. “Where is Elena?” I asked sharply, brushing her hand off.

“She—” She paused, glancing down at her phone as a message pinged.

I narrowed my eyes. “I asked you where she is.”

She jumped slightly at the intensity in my voice, then quickly stuffed her phone into her handbag quickly like she was trying to hide something.

“I saw her heading to the trial rooms,” she said, pointing.

I turned and strode towards the direction she indicated.

As I neared towards the trial room, a scream tore through the boutique.

“Leave me, you fucking asshole!”

That's the voice of Elena.

My heart dropped and I rushed forward quickly. I burst into the trial room and saw red.

A man had his hand on her hair, trying to pin her to the wall. Her half naked form was trembling with rage and fear.

He didn’t even get to turn around as I yanked him by the neck, dragged him out of the trial room and threw him onto the boutique floor. I didn’t say a word, I just started punching. Over and over again. My fists slammed into his jaw, his nose and his ribs. Blood oozed out of him along with the sounds of bones cracking. I lost count of how many times I struck him hard but I kept on going like I was possessed.

He kept screaming but it didn’t satisfy me because I wanted to torture him in the most painful way for daring to touch what was mine.

Before I could kill him then and there, Eric appeared and pulled me off him. He dragged me back while I was still breathing like a beast and my fists were aching from the impact.

The crowd stared at the scene in shock and fear, frozen in their place.

And then my eyes found her.

Elena.

She stood at the edge of the trial room, wrapped in a thin robe which the boutique assistant must have thrown over her. Her eyes were wide, shimmering with tears but it wasn’t fear of the man who touched her, it was fear of me.

She had just witnessed the monster inside me.

Fuck.

I had shown her too much.

I scared her.

But worse, I felt no regret while doing it.

She was mine.

And I would kill anyone who would lay a hand on her.

Even if that meant she would never look at me the same way again.

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