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I didn’t have the strength to say or do much of anything, so I didn’t mind when he took control and started preparing our plates for dinner.

He set me on a barstool by the huge kitchen island, and I watched as he moved with ease.

He glanced over at me briefly before he went back to what he was doing, and I wondered what it would be like to be this kind of man in the world, confident in his role in it.

It took me a moment to realize he had only piled one plate with a mountain of food, not until he placed it in front of me. Did he think I could finish all that on my own?

I frowned and looked at him questioningly.

He didn’t answer as he held out his free hand to me.

I instinctively placed my hand in his before I really thought better of it, and he pulled me up from the chair.

Then he sat.

Did he want me to stand there and watch him eat?

I narrowed my eyes at him at the thought, and I swore his lips twitched a little before he grabbed my waist and lifted me onto his lap.

I stiffened.

I shouldn’t be surprised at this, considering we’d been in this position before.

He slid the plate closer to us.

“Dominic?”

“Yeah?” he asked, forking up some roast beef and holding it against my lips.

I took it, chewing slowly before I spoke. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Giving in to a feeding fetish?”

He chuckled lightly and shook his head. “Believe it or not, I don’t make it a habit of feeding women.”

“Or not,” I muttered. He was just too comfortable with this. I watched as he took some food for himself.

I should have stopped him.

I didn’t.

I let him feed me dinner and watched as he took his own bites between mine. We finished the plate quickly. He gently helped me onto my feet and brought the dish to the sink.

I silently watched as he turned around and walked to me.

He picked me up and made his way toward his room.

The man obviously didn’t know the definition of personal boundaries because he apparently had none.

And I was so tired from all that had happened, the crying and the anger and the fear.

I was so tired.

If his plan was to wear me down and make me compliant…

Well, he was succeeding.

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