Page 80 of Dominance

The march to the foyer is silent, a little awkward. We should have talked about it.

Gone over our stories. Compared notes.

Sheesh.

There I go, compartmentalizing the night of passion we shared into a strategy. Debriefing. Analytics.

But that’s how I’ve always thought. And heading toward my boss’s office at his request always puts my head in that frame of mind.

Operations. Troop coordination. Supplies. Status reports.

Gloria glances back as she taps on the door once, waits for a response.

“Enter.” Dom’s voice sounds chipper this morning.

As soon as we step through the door he clicks off a window he was looking at on his computer, projected to the TV screen on the wall.

Of a bedroom.

The table we just ate at. A sliver of the bed we slept in.

That sick fuck.

Dom’s faint smile tells me he absolutely meant for us to see that. To let us know that he could check on us whenever he wanted to. And that he remembers exactly what happened last night.

Now the question is what we do next.

My fists clench at my sides. I want to put my fist through his smug face.

The two guards standing just outside the door would probably shoot me. But I could get a few hits in.

Dom’s eyes flash as he watches me, waiting.

“You wanted to see us, Dad?” Gloria bumps into my shoulder, breaking my concentration, distracting me from the rage boiling in my chest.

“Just wanted to make sure you slept well.”

“We slept fine.” Her tone is light. Carefree.

How the fuck does she do that?

“And how was breakfast?”

“Delicious. And filling. I take it you got yourfilltoo?” Gloria’s head tilts toward the screen, her mouth curling just slightly.

Dom sniffs, ignoring the jab.

And just like that, they go on talking, like it never happened. Like he didn’t force us to have sex. Like he didn’t tell us he plans to take our firstborn.

My head’s going to explode.

“If there was nothing else, I need to go take care of some things.” The words are muted to my ears, my voice echoing hollow in my skull.

Gloria’s bland expression and curt smile make me want to scream.

She’s going along with this.

Why?!

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