Page 78 of Monster

My eyes opened at his words, and I shook my head.

I wasn’t thinking straight after he took me to my apartment last night, and that was probably why I didn’t fight him, and let him bring me back to his place.

But for him to say he was keeping me?

“Yes,” he said. “I’m keeping you.”

“You can’t keep me,” I protested.

“Why not?” he asked as he withdrew his hand. I would have felt the loss of him if he wasn’t pulling off my shirt.

I let out a small squeak when he threw it to the floor on the side of the bed, my arms crossing to cover myself from him.

He shot me an amused look, as if he found my sense of modesty around him funny.

I would have said something if he hadn’t dragged the boxer briefs down my legs next, along with my panties.

I struggled against him, but it was too late.

I was now lying naked in bed with him, and Dominic was staring at every inch of me with dark eyes, as if he wanted to devour me whole.

The dark, possessive look in his eyes almost had me coming undone. I shivered, and he licked his lips, looking so much like the monster I had accused him of being so many times before.

He moved between my legs, spreading them.

“Don’t,” I said.

I wasn’t sure what I was saying “don’t” to.

To this?

He ignored me.

“So fucking pretty,” he said, his finger moving in circles around one nipple.

My breath caught.

“You’re mine.”

He cupped me fully in one large hand and squeezed the supple flesh roughly, so much so that when he pulled away, I could see the red imprints he left behind on my pale skin.

Dominic seemed fascinated by the sight, and he did it again… and again… and again…

I closed my eyes.

He slapped the side of my breast, and I gasped, my eyes opening in surprise.

“Mine,” he growled, looking more like an animal than a man.

“I’m not yours,” I said, panic in my voice. “I can’t be yours.”

I couldn’t be anyone’s, even if the idea of being his sounded both appealing and so, so terrifying. How would it feel to let a man as big, as scary, and as capable as Dominic carry all my weight?

But no. I couldn’t handle a man like him. I wouldn’t know how.

He leaned down and buried his face in my neck, his cock pressing up against me.

I gasped and pushed out from under him, but that only added friction between us, making it hard for me to think, to breathe.

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