Corrupting Lily

Chapter 17

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Lily

The voice is not one I recognise but anyone who knows my full name is a risk to me.

Dominico senses the fear, and his hand that was squeezing my ass deliciously is now stroking my back comfortingly. His eyes are locked with mine, even when he speaks.

"And you are?" I am stiff in his arms, waiting for the answer to Dominico's question from this intruder. His tone is irritated, mixed with other emotions I cannot decipher as his gaze roams my face, taking in every morsel of reaction I allow to leak out.

"Dominico, there you are, starting the party without us, I see." Another man interrupts, leaving the question to the man who knows my name unanswered.

Dominicos eyes finally leave mine as he looks behind us.

"Emilio, good to see you. But you should warn your associates that I do not tolerate unanswered questions."

I still haven't turned around, my eyes glued instead to the man who has wrapped his arm around me protectively.

"Ahh, Don, no insult intended. This here is Senator John Underwood. One of the top three candidates running for the next vice presidential election." Fuck. I had met this man briefly on two occasions. Two occasions I would rather forget, as his inappropriate behavior toward me and his inability to keep his hands to himself had earned me two of the most severe beatings of my life. I shiver just thinking about it and shut my eyes, trying to keep the tears that I can feel prickling the back of my eyes from falling.

"Did you like his hands on you, little whore!" Memories pop up, filling my mind with little snippets of what followed. Blood. Broken bones. Punishment. For something I didn't do even when I tried telling him that this disgusting man came onto me. That it was his fault.

I fucking hated that men thought they had the right to touch me like I was property to be passed around.

"Nero. Take our guests to the red room. We will be there shortly." I'm so lost in my thoughts that I realize we are alone only when Dominico touches my cheek.

"Who is he to you?" How did I tell Dominico without opening the lid on everything that had happened to me? He knew about me, but I was still not certain how much.

"Someone attached to my past and to memories that are not pleasant," I respond, opening my eyes and silently pleading that he does not prompt for more.

After staring at me for a long time, he grunts. With me still sitting on him, he stands and gently lowers me so my feet can meet the ground. My body is pressed close to him, his desire digging into my lower stomach. My core clenches in response, the heat and lust that had faded fanning into flames as his hand slides down my back and over my ass.

His other hand grips my chin, but not painfully, angling my face so that I look at him with no choice to look elsewhere.

"One day, you will tell me everything." His silver-grey eyes sweep my face, and then he dips his head, his lips touching mine briefly, like a whisper. Damn. I would love to know how his lips would feel on mine, fully—completely devouring me. But the moment is short-lived as he releases my chin, and my eyes fly open. Then, we move toward a door guarded by two of Dominico's men at the rear of the VIP area. Dominico maintains physical contact with me, his large, strong hand on my lower back, where it remains as we walk down a long corridor.