All Chapters of Beneath His Rules: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

IVYI opened the front door with one hand and dragged my suitcase in with the other, smirking even before I said it.“Hello, Mommy dearest.”I barely got the words out before her palm collided with my cheek.The sound echoed.My head turned with the slap, hair flipping over my shoulder. But I didn’t flinch. I just looked at her and smiled.“You’re early,” she snapped, arms crossed over her silk robe. Her face was already twisted into something that was probably meant to be disgust, but mostly just looked constipated.“And you still hit like an amateur,” I said, letting the door close behind me.She looked me up and down like I was dog shit tracked across her marble floor.“Expelled,” she hissed. “Not even two years in, and you’re back here like some washed-up—”“Please say whore,” I cut in sweetly. “You’re dying to, aren’t you?”“Ivy—”“No, go on,” I dropped my suitcase with a thud. “Whore, slut, embarrassment to the family name—say it all now so you can breathe for the rest of the ev

IVYMy head was pounding.I groaned and rolled onto my side, dragging the pillow over my face like it could block out the sun stabbing through the curtains.“Ughhh, I’m never drinking again,” I muttered into the mattress. My throat was dry. My legs ached.And my brain… was not helping.Because the first image that flashed across my mind?Dominic.His hand on my throat.His chest against mine.The feel of his cock was hard and hot against my thigh when he pinned me down in the car.“Oh my God.” I sat up and smacked myself lightly across the face. “Stop it. Stop. Thinking. About. Him.”What the hell was wrong with me?I’d had a stupid crush on him in high school. Everyone goes through weird phases, right? I was seventeen, angry at the world, and he was...tall, hot, and never smiled. Whatever. That was old news.I wasn’t that girl anymore.Except apparently my brain didn’t get the memo. Because even now, my thighs pressed together like I needed—“NOPE,” I said out loud. “We’re not doing

Ivy pov“Are you out of your mind?” Dominic’s voice was low, but sharp.I crossed my arms, pretending I wasn’t nervous. “No. I’m dead serious.”His chair creaked as he leaned back, watching me. He didn’t even blink. That silence was worse than yelling.“Say it again,” he said.I rolled my eyes. “What, you need me to repeat it? You heard me.”He tilted his head a little, his eyes narrowing. “No, I want to hear if you’re brave enough to say it twice.”My throat felt dry, but I forced the words out. “Fuck me instead.”The corner of his mouth twitched, like he was holding back a laugh. “And why would I do that?”I shrugged, though my chest felt tight. “Because it solves your little problem. You get sex without her, and I get… leverage.”“Leverage?” he repeated, almost mocking.“Yeah. You think I’m stupid? I know you’re not touching my mom. And if she finds out you touched Janelle, she’ll lose her mind. So…” I stepped closer, trying not to show my nerves. “I stay quiet. You take me instead

Ivy povBy the time I dragged myself downstairs, I felt like a zombie. I couldn't even sleep, no appetite, just nerves sitting heavy in my chest. I’d barely made it to the dining room when my mom’s voice cut me off.“You look awful.”“Good morning to you too,” I muttered, sliding into a chair at the far end of the table.Her eyes followed me with that same sharp look. “Did you even wash your face? You’ve got dark circles. You look like you haven’t slept in days.”“Wow,” I said flatly. “Thank you for the compliment. Really warms my heart.”“I’m serious, Ivy,” she shot back, setting her coffee cup down hard. “You need to take better care of yourself. No one will ever take you seriously if you show up looking like that.”“Mom,” I said, rubbing my temples, “it’s breakfast. Who exactly am I supposed to impress at the table?”“Everyone,” she snapped. “It’s not about where you are, it’s about habit. If you start your day sloppy, you stay sloppy.”I slouched in my chair on purpose, resting my