Romancing Dominance [BL][COMPLETED]

Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7 - Taming the Tempest

Kanina pa kami naglalakad.

Each step sinks deeper into the mud, my heeled boots now unrecognizable beneath layers of soil and frustration. My feet are screaming, my breath growing shallower, and yet—this brute walking ahead of me doesn't even bother to look back.

My lips tremble as I fight the urge to complain, but what's the point? Who would listen? I don't have anyone to cry to, not here. I feel suffocated in my own silence, and though I badly want to cry, I won't. I can't.

Ayokong makita niya akong umiiyak.

He doesn't deserve that satisfaction.

I reach up, fingers brushing the side of my neck—the same spot where he gripped me earlier, where his strength overpowered me, where for a brief, terrifying moment, I thought I wouldn't survive. I let my guard down, thinking he wouldn't do such a thing. I was wrong.

He did. And I was defenseless.

My pride is still bruised. My ego, torn. And now I'm trailing behind him, this man who dared to put his hands on me. I don't even remember how we ended up like this—him walking first, leading the way into unfamiliar terrain.

Bakit pa niya ako sinundan kung siya rin naman ang mang-iiwan sa ere?

No houses in sight now—only sloping hills and endless green. The trail narrows, the ground becomes muddier, and from time to time I hear rustling in the grass. I freeze for a moment, panic catching in my throat.

What was that?!

I pick up my pace, trying to catch up. The only sound that follows me is the squelch of mud beneath my boots and the rapid thud of my heartbeat.

"Buenavista, tangina ka sa buhay ko! Hintayin mo nga ako sabi!" I shriek, my voice echoing louder than I intended. "I swear, kapag hindi mo ako inantay, sasabihin ko 'to kila Tito at Tita!"

He turns his head slowly, that same devil-may-care look in his eyes. He doesn't look surprised. He looks bored.

"Panindigan mo 'yang kaartehan mo, Sandoval," he says, his voice low, sharp, and designed to wound.

I glare at him, anger bubbling in my chest. I run up to him, jabbing my finger at his chest.

"Kung ang mga bodyguards ko sana ang pinasunod ko, edi walang problema ngayon!" I rant. "Hindi ka naaartehan sa akin at mas lalong hindi ako maiirita sa KAGAGUHAN MO!"

His eyes narrow just a little. Without warning, he grabs my wrist and twists it—enough to make me stumble backward. I gasp, barely managing to stay on my feet.

His face lowers toward mine, expression unreadable but dangerous. His voice drops, quieter, darker.

"Touch me like that again," he murmurs, "and next time, I won't be so gentle."

I yank my hand back, heart pounding in my throat. His gaze lingers on me for a breath too long before he turns his back, walking again without a word.

"Ikaw na ang pinaka walang modong lalaki sa buong mundo!" I yell, my voice cracking from exhaustion and rage.

He doesn't flinch. Doesn't even glance back.

He's making me feel invisible.

And I hate it.

With every breath, I fight the need to break. But I won't give him that satisfaction. I gather leaves along the way and fling them at his back like a mad child. It's petty, ridiculous—but it's all I have.