บททั้งหมดของ Beneath His Rules: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Dominic's pov I was sitting in my study, trying to read some reports, but I hadn’t really read a single line in fifteen minutes. I just kept staring at the door, waiting for it to open, ivy had left hours ago. After what happened earlier, me pulling her close and then pushing her away, the whole house felt heavy and weird. It didn’t get better after she left. It was like the tension was still sitting in the air. I hated that I let her get under my skin. She was just a kid, messing around with things she didn’t fully understand, but she was also fragile and I was the last person who should be around someone like her. I knew that but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop thinking about how her mouth felt when she kissed me, or the way she looked at me when I told her she was safe. A loud knock came at the front door, not the study door, the main door. It was hard and casual, like the person knocking didn’t care if I wanted them here or not. It wasn’t Ivy's mum; she never used t

Ivy's pov I was sitting in Mia's car, parked down the street from my house. I told her I needed to get out for a minute and she showed up ten minutes later with two giant sodas and a bag of chips. She knew the drill. When I called, I needed to talk, but I didn't want to go anywhere public. “So, who was the new guy?” Mia asked, opening her soda. She took a big sip. “I saw a black SUV outside your place. Looked expensive and definitely not your mom’s taste.” I ripped open the bag of chips. The salt and crunch felt good. “That was Theo,” I said. “Dominic’s cousin just moved to the city.” Mia looked interested. “Dominic’s cousin, huh? Is he hot? Like, Dominic-hot or just normal-hot?” I chewed my chips slowly. I avoided looking at Mia, staring out the window instead. “He’s hot,” I admitted. “Tall, dark hair, really confident. The kind of confidence that just means he’s a jerk, he’s arrogant.” “Oh, the worst kind of hot,” Mia said, making a face. “But wait, Theo. Like, Theodor? I

Ivy's pov He pressed himself against me, his cock hard through his sweatpants, grinding into my hip. His eyes were dark, burning. “You came here,” he said, voice low and mean. “You know what this means.” “Means you want me,” I said, trying to sound tough, but my voice shook. “Means I’m gonna take everything,” he growled, yanking my panties down so hard they tore. I was naked now, exposed, my pussy already wet, aching. He shoved me toward the leather sofa, and I stumbled, falling onto it, the cool leather hitting my skin. He was on me in a second, his weight crushing me, his mouth on mine, kissing hard, teeth biting my lip. His hands were everywhere, grabbing my thighs, spreading them wide. He bit my collarbone, then my boob, sucking my nipple hard, making me cry out, the sting mixing with heat. “Fuck,” he muttered, his hand shoving between my legs, fingers rubbing my clit roughly. I moaned, loud, my hips bucking as he pushed two fingers into my pussy, pumping fast, stret

Ivy's pov The next few days were hell. Every time I saw my mom, I felt anger. Every time I looked at Dominic, I felt the sharp ache of need and fear. He still hadn't dealt with her cheating, and the whole house felt like a ticking clock. After dinner one night, I just cracked. The air felt too thick inside the house. I had to get out, even if it meant doing something stupid. I walked past Dominic’s study, and the door was open just enough that I could see him. He was at his desk, but he wasn't working. He was just staring at his computer screen, looking heavy and tired. I walked right in. I didn't knock or say anything smart. He looked up, and his face instantly lost that tired look. It was replaced with something dark and alert, he didn't even pretend to be busy. "I need to leave," I said, my voice quiet but tight. He raised an eyebrow. "Leave? Where are you going to go?" "I don't know," I said, rubbing my arms. "Just... away, I can’t stand being here." "Hmmmm… Five minute

Dominic's pov A few days later, I was downstairs in the kitchen, making a cup of coffee that tasted like burnt gasoline. It was seven in the morning, and the silence of the house was quiet. I poured the coffee and turned around to leave, but Theo was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame like he owned the place. He was in a fresh t-shirt, looking completely rested, too rested. "Morning, Uncle Dom," he said, pushing off the door. He didn't sound like he meant it. "Go back to bed, Theo," I said, walking toward the pantry. "Nah, I'm up," he replied, following me like a shadow. "Couldn't sleep, actually. This place is too exciting these days." I pulled out a box of granola bars, trying to ignore him. "What's that supposed to mean?" He chuckled, a low, annoying sound. "It means the house has a new vibe. Since Ivy got back, the air is thick. You can almost cut it with a knife." I put the granola bars on the counter and finally looked at him. My jaw was already tight,