All Chapters of Beneath His Rules: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ivy's pov I was sitting on the couch in the living room, scrolling through my phone, when I heard Dominic’s footsteps. He was upstairs earlier, probably working in his study again. When he came down, I didn’t even look up at first. “You’re still awake?” he asked, his voice low, that same calm tone he always used. “Obviously,” I said, pretending to keep my eyes on my phone. “You think I go to bed at nine or something?” He walked past the couch and into the kitchen. I could hear the sound of the fridge opening. “You should sleep earlier,” he called back. “And why’s that?” I raised my voice so he could hear. “Because you wake up late and then complain all morning,” he said. I rolled my eyes even though he wasn’t looking. “You sound like a dad,” I muttered. He came back with a bottle of water and stood there, staring at me. I finally looked up. His eyes went from my face down to my legs. I was wearing shorts again tiny ones, on purpose. “What?” I asked, trying to sound annoyed

Ivy's pov I kicked the door shut behind me after walking Mia out and leaned back against it, sighing. “God, she’s exhausting,” I muttered. The silence of my room felt louder than usual. I tossed my phone on the bed and started pacing. My thoughts were a mess, circling the same thing. “Dominic.” The way his eyes lingered when he thought I wasn’t looking. The way his hand had gripped my wrist earlier. The way his voice cracked, like he wasn’t in control. “Stop it,” I said out loud, dragging my hands through my hair. “You’re being insane.” I sat down on the bed, grabbed my phone, unlocked it, stared at the blank screen. Then I locked it again and threw it across the blanket. Two seconds later, I crawled over and grabbed it back. I typed out: You’re thinking about me, aren’t you? I stared at it. My thumb hovered over the send button. “Nope. Too obvious,” I whispered, deleting it. I tried again: Hey. I frowned. “Wow, real smooth, Ivy.” Delete. I tried again: Do you ever regre

Ivy's pov We kissed like we were trying to win something, both of us stubborn, both of us desperate. His hands tugged at my hoodie, yanking it off.“God, Ivy,” he muttered when he saw I was just in a tank top.I smirked. “Disappointed?”He shook his head, a rough laugh escaping. “Not even close.”His mouth was everywhere, my neck, my shoulder. I tugged his shirt open the rest of the way, running my hands over him.“Stop me now if you want to,” he warned, voice hoarse.“Don’t stop.”That was it. He kissed me like he’d lost every bit of control he’d been holding onto. It was messy, fast, nothing like the movies. I didn’t care.“Say it,” he demanded between kisses.“Say what?” I asked.“That you wanted this.” He responded.“I wanted this,” I gasped.His grip tightened on my waist. “Say you wanted me.”“I wanted you,” I said.His eyes locked on mine like he didn’t believe it, like he needed to hear it twice.“I want you,” I said again, steady this time.That broke him. He kissed me like

Ivy's povI was still pissed when the doorbell rang that afternoon. I hadn’t spoken to Dominic since our fight in the kitchen. He’d disappeared into his office, and I’d locked myself in my room, trying not to think about his stupid face.When the bell rang again, I groaned. “Of course, just when I’m finally calm.”I opened the door and nearly slammed it shut again. It was Janelle; she was standing there with her perfect hair, perfect smile, holding a tray of cookies like she was auditioning for some housewife contest.“Ivy!” she said brightly. “I didn’t know you were here.”“Unfortunately,” I muttered.“What?” she asked, pretending she hadn’t heard.“Nothing,” I said, forcing a fake smile. “What are you doing here?”“I came to see Dominic,” she said, brushing past me without waiting for an invitation.My jaw clenched. “Of course you did.”She walked straight into the living room like she owned the place, setting the tray on the coffee table. “I made these for him. He mentioned the oth

Ivy’s pov He ripped my shirt off and threw it away. My shorts and panties came next, yanked down fast. I was naked now, pressed against the study door, the wood cold on my butt. His eyes looked me up and down, dark and angry, like he was mad he wanted me so bad. "Fuck, Ivy," he growled, pulling his pants down just enough to let his dick out. It was hard, big, and seeing it made my pussy ache but he didn’t jump right in. His hand went between my legs, rough, rubbing my clit hard, making me gasp. "You're so wet," he said, pushing two fingers inside me, moving them fast. My pussy squeezed his fingers, and I moved my hips, wanting more. "Dominic," I moaned, grabbing his shoulders, nails digging in. He leaned in, biting my neck hard enough to sting, his fingers fucking me deeper, hitting that spot that made my legs shake. His other hand grabbed my boob, squeezing tight, his thumb playing with my nipple until it hurt good. I reached down, grabbed his dick, and stroked it hard