Lahat ng Kabanata ng LIKE IT OR NOT, YOU'RE MINE; A Don's obsession : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

~~Ines~~ I didn't want to be here. I wanted him to say whatever the hell he had to say so I could get out of this room and away from the smell of blood. Roman's eyes narrowed slightly, as though my discomfort amused him. “Yes.” He gestured toward the sofa in the corner. “Sit.” I hesitated. My eyes flicked back to the injured man. He let out a low groan, and my fingers curled tightly into the fabric of my gown. “Sit and watch the show,” Roman added, his voice almost casual. “What show?” A quiet chuckle escaped him. “I want you to see what happens to people who think they can double-cross me.” My heart thudded painfully against my ribs. “No.” The word came out before I could stop it. I shook my head, taking a small step backward. “I won't watch you torture him like some animal.” My voice trembled, but I forced myself to keep going. “Whatever he did, he doesn't deserve this.” Roman stared at me for several seconds. I could feel my pulse pounding in my throat, but I refused t

~~Ines~~ The cold steel didn't stay still Roman dragged the barrel an inch higher, not enough to hurt but enough to tell me it was really there. The muzzle settled against the thin cotton of my underwear, right over the seam, and the pressure was so precise it felt like a second pulse. “Roman—” “Don’t.” His voice was low, almost bored. “You pointed this at my heart. You don’t get to decide where it points now.” Heat gathered low in my stomach, unfamiliar and unsettling. A dull ache pulsed between my thighs, and my breathing grew shallow before I could stop it. I never for once thought anyone would do this to me. I only read it in dark romance books but at that moment, I felt like one of those heroines I always read about. I forced my hands to stay flat against the cold wood, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a tremor. Every nerve ending felt hyper-sensitive, humming with a frantic heat I had no business feeling for a man who kept me under lock and key. “I thought you br

~~Ines~~ Shame rushed over me as I became painfully aware of the mess between my thighs. I wanted to disappear, to somehow cover myself up and pretend none of this had happened. I wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. Why had I let him touch me like that? Why the hell had I lost control in front of him? He kept his face completely blank as he stepped away from me, putting as much distance between us as possible. Then he reached into his back pocket, pulled out a small paper towel, and calmly cleaned his hand as though the last few minutes had meant absolutely nothing. My cheeks burned hotter. That somehow made me feel even more humiliated. He couldn't even wait until he wasn't looking at me before doing it. The way he casually wiped his hand made me feel like I was nothing more than a cheap slut standing in front of him. “C-can I go now?” I cleared my throat, forcing myself to get the words out without stuttering again. His eyes moved slowly ov

~~Ines~~ TWENTY MINUTES EARLIER When I entered the room, I slammed the door behind me hard enough to make it rattle. My hands curled into tight fists at my sides as I stood there, staring at the room like it had personally offended me. It wasn't anything like the grand rooms I'd seen in the house. This one was tiny, with two narrow single beds pushed into opposite corners, leaving barely enough space between them to move around. The air felt warm and stale, and the whole place had the cramped look of a room meant for a child rather than two grown women. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I muttered, dragging a hand over my face. Could my life not get any uglier? For a second, I imagined grabbing one of the pillows and throwing it across the room. Then I imagined smashing something expensive just to hear it break, preferably something Roman actually cared about. I wanted to scream until my throat hurt, but I knew that wouldn't change a damn thing. So I stood there, swallowing the anger bur

~~Ines~~ I didn't look back. Not once. My lungs burned, and the scratchy fabric of the ill-fitting maid uniform chafed against my skin with every stride I took, but I didn't dare slow down. I wove through the maze of wooden stalls, sucked beneath a canvas awning heavy with the scent of dried chilli peppers, and kept my head down. I expected Zoya to call out to me. But she didn't. She was too busy haggling over poultry prices, entirely oblivious to the fact that I had vanished into thin air. Too bad she was brainless one now. By the time she'd turn around to snap at me, I would already be miles gone. But I wasn't celebrating it yet. I needed to be far away from Roman before I could tell rejoice. My pulse tbrummed deafeningly in my ears. I burst out of the congested perimeter of the open-air market and walked directly onto the asphalt of the city streets. Think, Ines. Think. I thought as I patted the pockets of my gown. It was empty. I didn't have a single coin with me. No phone.