A/N: Dominic stans might not be happy with this one... Endure for now. We haven't seen the last of Dom. If you love Ryan... enjoy the blossoming romance.
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Dominic was gone, and so was Lily. They vanished a week ago, the same day Dominic crossed a line and well... violated me. The image of his outrage had seared itself into my memory despite my desperate attempts to erase it. I hadn't even seen Lily since before that day. Dominic, in his haste, had whisked her away before I could even process the thought of revealing to her what happened. Not that I had any intention to. I wanted to bury the memory in my subconscious, forget it even happened and go on with life as if it had never occurred.
I assumed Dominic's sudden departure with her was fueled by fear—the fear that I might shatter their life with the truth, that her husband was a piece of shit who couldn't control his temper and had put his dick where it didn't belong. Contact with Lily was next to nonexistent, having only received a brief text saying she and Dom had impulsively jetted off to some vacation destination, her apologies laced with the regret that I couldn't join them. That message was a week old now and she hadn't responded to any of my texts asking for more details. They left no arrangements for Betty Grey, but luckily the cat was left with a timed feeder. However, it was dwindling, a sure sign they'd be back soon, or at least a text would come through, requesting I refill it.
Living in their absence was unsettling, the house's silence a constant reminder of their possible return. Yet, the solitude was also a relief, a space to breathe without the shadow of Dominic looming over me. The pool was mine again, a sanctuary to swim free from the dread of his watchful eyes. And there was Ryan—sweet Ryan, who I had managed to keep in the dark about Dominic's transgression. He still believed that Dom and I were history, which wasn't entirely false. It was just... complicated, tangled in the aftermath of that morning. Dominic hadn't seen me since, leaving me to wonder if his absence signaled the end or if, in some twisted way, that day had reignited his desire for me. But I hoped that since he had fled with Lily, he was truly done with me.
I still couldn't wrap my head around Dominic's behavior. Why was he obsessed with me? My taunts about Ryan should've bounced off him, but instead, they burrowed under his skin. The way he forced himself upon me that day, his eyes wild, his actions unforgivable—it was a memory that I couldn't escape, often leaving me feeling sick and desperate to hide. The man was insane. He seemed to live in a twisted reality, believing he was beyond consequences. He had been bold enough to document his brutality with his phone when he had his dick on my face. He thought I'd be too scared to speak up, and maybe he was right—for now. But if he dared to send me that video, I would keep it just in case I needed to use it against his madness one day.
The sexual tension between Ryan and me was like a silent storm, always there but never breaking. Kissing was as far as we'd gone, and it was driving me crazy. I had toyed with the thought of getting him drunk, hoping to lower his inhibitions since the weed hadn't done the trick. but I had figured out why he didn't want to go further with me. Guilt was Ryan's chain, his anchor to Rosie, and it kept him from diving in with me. His attraction for me was obvious, though, just shackled by his conscience which somewhat irked me. His kisses were infuriatingly teasing and I just wanted more already. Rosie's name was an invisible line we never crossed in conversation. I hadn't seen her since the party and frankly, I was fine with her being out of the picture.
"When do you think they'll be back?" Ryan asked, his thoughts mirroring mine.
"Still don't know," I responded.
The two of us were lounging in the backyard, soaking up the last rays of the setting sun. Ryan had a relaxed smile on his face. The sunset reminded me of that evening he kissed my cheek, and then sent a photo to Rosie, claiming she was missing out. Rosie had replied that it looked too romantic for the two of us. I wondered if Ryan was remembering that moment too, maybe questioning his own feelings back then. As for me, I definitely didn't feel anything special at the time. But it was clear Ryan was now on a little journey of self-discovery.
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