Semua Bab Beneath His Rules: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Ivy's pov I stood and walked up behind him. “Liar.” He turned around so fast I barely had time to step back. “I’m not lying.” “Yes, you are,” I whispered. “You wouldn’t look at me like that if you didn’t want more.” He didn’t answer. He just stared at me, breathing hard, like he was fighting himself again. “Why do you hate it so much?” I asked. “Why do you hate wanting me?” “Because it’s dangerous.” He replied. “For who?” I asked. “For you, for me. For everything.” Dominic responded. I frowned. “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one you’re getting,” he said, firmly. We stood there, staring at each other. It felt like if one of us moved even an inch, we’d crash into each other again. I took a slow step toward him. “You could just, stop fighting it.” “I told you..” “You could stop pretending this is one-sided,” I said, cutting him off. “Because it’s not and we both know it.” “Ivy.” he started. “Dominic.” I said. He shut his eyes and dragged a hand through his hair

Dominic's pov I was halfway through a report on my laptop when I realized I hadn’t read a single word. The words blurred together, all I could see was her. The way she looked last night when she whispered she wanted me. The way her hands clutched at me like I was the only thing that mattered. It was messing with me. She was messing with me. I shut the laptop and leaned back on the couch, dragging a hand over my face. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. I was supposed to keep her safe, that’s all. Not crave her like air. Not think about her when I should be working. A soft knock on the door made me look up. “Yeah?” I called out. The door opened slowly and Ivy poked her head in. Her hair was a little messy, and she was wearing one of those oversized shirts that always made me forget how to breathe. “Can I come in?” she asked. I nodded, clearing my throat. “Yeah. Sure.” She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. “You’ve been hiding in here all morning.” “I’ve been wor

Ivy's pov I woke up with a stupid smile on my face, It was embarrassing, really. After everything that happened last night, I should’ve been ashamed. I should’ve hated myself but all I felt was this deep, petty satisfaction burning in my chest. I stretched out on my bed, my body still humming from the way he touched me. From the way he couldn’t stop even though he swore he would. Dominic was supposed to be strong, in control, untouchable and yet, last night, he shattered that act and gave in. “Last time,” he’d said. Yeah, right. I rolled out of bed, pulled on a loose T-shirt and shorts, and checked my reflection. My hair was messy, my cheeks flushed, but there was a spark in my eyes I hadn’t seen before. Power. I felt like I had it for once. The smell of coffee drifted upstairs, and I knew Mom was already downstairs. Probably sitting in her perfect robe with her perfect hair, ready to ruin my morning. I sighed and padded down the stairs anyway. The scene was exactly what I ex

Ivy's pov I needed to get out of that house. The walls were closing in and every breath I took felt heavy with the weight of Dominic’s silence and my mother’s insults. So, I grabbed my phone and keys and walked out before anyone could stop me. The air outside was cool, almost too calm for how restless I felt. I didn’t have a destination in mind, I just walked until I ended up near the small coffee shop a few blocks from the house. I’d been there a few times before. It was quiet, tucked away, and usually empty in the mornings. Perfect. I pulled open the door, and the bell above it jingled. The smell of roasted beans and sugar hit me instantly, and for a second, I almost felt normal. Like I was just another person grabbing coffee, not some disgraced dropout hiding from the world. The line wasn’t long, just two people ahead of me. I stared at the menu even though I already knew I’d order the same thing I always did. My thoughts kept drifting back to Dominic, to how cold he’d been t

Ivy's pov I stared at his door for a long time before I pushed it open. It was late, the whole house was silent, but my heart was loud. Every step I took down the hallway made me ask myself why I was doing this again, and every step had the same answer, because I didn’t know how not to. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, reading something on his tablet. He didn’t look surprised to see me, just tired. His eyes lifted, then fell back to the screen as if he was pretending I wasn’t there. “What are you doing here?” he asked without looking up. I closed the door quietly. “Couldn’t sleep.” “That’s not a reason to come here.” he said, “It’s the only one I have,” I said.,He sighed, put the tablet aside, and leaned back against the headboard. “You shouldn’t be here, Ivy.” I walked closer anyway. “I know.” “Then leave.” he said, “No.” i answered. He looked at me then, really looked at me, and I saw everything he was trying to hide. The want, the guilt. The same war I felt inside