All Chapters of Beneath His Rules: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

IVYI stepped out of the bathroom, towel clinging to my damp skin.I threw open my box and stared.“What do sluts wear again?” I muttered.Jeans? Too boring. Floral dress? Ew. My old debate team blazer? I actually gagged.Then I found it — that one black dress. The one my mom once called “too tight for a family dinner.” The fabric hugged every curve. Sleeveless. Tiny slit up the side. Low-cut enough that I’d need tape to keep the girls from spilling out.Perfect.I dropped the towel and slid into the dress, feeling the way it clung to my hips, the curve of my thighs.At least something about me still looked good.I moved to my vanity, pulled out the small makeup bag I hadn’t touched in weeks. My hand hesitated over the mascara. Then I grabbed everything at once.Eyeliner is sharp enough to cut. Red lips. Highlighter on my cheeks.By the time I finished, I didn’t even look like Ivy anymore.I ran my fingers through my hair, letting it fall over my shoulders.“Let’s give them something

IVYI woke up with a pounding headache and a bad taste in my mouth. The light streaming through the curtains felt like a personal attack.“Ugh,” I groaned, dragging myself up. The room was too quiet. I looked around.They were gone.Good.I didn’t want to see Janelle’s stupid face anyway.“Fuck, Dominic! Right there, oh my god!”I mimicked her fake moans with a mocking high voice, rolling my eyes. “Really? Moaning like a porn star for a man who wears black T-shirts like a personality trait? That dick?”I shook my head, annoyed at how her voice still echoed in my skull. And worse, my brain dared to flash an image of Dominic—his body, his hands gripping her hips, that look in his eyes.“Ugh, stop it,” I muttered, slapping my own cheek lightly. “Stop thinking about his dick. Jesus, Ivy.”I spotted a piece of paper on my dresser. Mia’s handwriting.“Had to leave early for class. Love you. Be safe. Let me know when you want to talk. —M.”Sweet. Typical Mia. Always looking out.I tossed it

Ivy pov “Say something,” I demanded, my back still against the wall.Dominic didn’t. He just stood there, looking at me like I was some puzzle piece that didn’t fit.“You can’t just..” I started.He cut me off, stepping forward again. “You really want this?”“Yes,” I said too quickly.His eyes narrowed. “Don’t rush it. Answer like you mean it.”“I already said it.”He tilted his head, studying me. “You don’t even know what you’re asking for.”I clenched my jaw. “I’m not a child.”“No,” he agreed. “But you’re reckless.”“Stop saying that.”“Then stop proving me right.”I shoved at his chest, but he didn’t move. His body was solid, unyielding. I hated how close he was. I hated how my pulse jumped every time he leaned in.“You think you scare me?” I snapped.“You should be scared,” he said.“I’m not.”He leaned down until his lips were inches from mine. “Then prove it.”I froze. My whole body locked up.“What?” I whispered.His eyes flicked down to my mouth. “Prove you’re not scared.”M

Dominic’s pov I was in the kitchen, trying to focus on a load of dishes I hadn’t gotten to last night. Water ran over plates, soap bubbles sticking to my hands. I hated that something as normal as washing dishes could calm me, but right now, I needed any distraction I could get.Ivy was somewhere upstairs or maybe she was in her room, probably scrolling through her phone, probably thinking about me. I shook my head, stop it. Don’t think about her like that. She was off-limits. Step back. Breathe and control yourself.“You’re staring again,” a voice said from the doorway.I froze. Not really frozen, more like I didn’t want to turn around. “I am not,” I muttered, not looking up.“I can see your reflection in the sink,” she said, stepping into the kitchen in a pair of cutoff shorts and a tank top. Her hair was messy, eyes bright and curious. She leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “You can’t hide from me.”I swallowed. “I’m… thinking about work.”She raised an eyebrow. “Work? You

Ivy's PovI didn’t sleep well. My mind refused to shut off after that shower. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Dominic leaning against his desk, a smirk on his face, eyes tracking me.By the time I got up, the sun was already halfway through the sky. I shuffled into my room, tossing on some shorts and a tank top. Comfy. Practical, nothing more or so I thought.I grabbed my phone, scrolling aimlessly, pretending not to notice that my heartbeat was still way too fast. The house was quiet, except for the faint hum of the refrigerator downstairs.I was halfway through a text to Mia, something stupid about coffee when I felt a look.I froze, eyes snapping toward the stairs.Dominic was standing there. Shirtless again, of course. His arms crossed, leaning casually against the railing. But it wasn’t casual, not really. His gaze was on my legs. My bare legs.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how exposed I probably looked.I tried to look innocent, like I hadn’t noticed. “Uh… morning,” I s