Unhinged Desires : A Dark Romance (Sick Love Duet Book 1)
Unhinged Desires: Chapter 16

“Who are we seated with?” I ask my mum.

“My friend Ella and her son, I think,” she says, leading me to a table.

“Her son, as in Dominic McKinley?” I ask, recalling the icy gaze I got stuck in outside of the café the other week.

“Yeah, you know him? He goes to your school.”

“I know of him. He’s a little… strange,” I say, not knowing how else to describe the guy. The few times I’ve seen him around, something just doesn’t seem right about him. Yet I can’t seem to ever look away either.

We reach the table and I plaster on the fake, well-practiced, social smile of mine.

“Ella, it’s good to see you again. This is my daughter, Lucy,” Mum introduces me.

“Shirley, I’m glad you could make it. Lucy, I’ve heard so much about you. Thank you for joining us tonight.” Ella McKinley’s smile is warm and friendly.

“Thank you,” I reply.

“Oh, this is Dominic, my son. I believe you two go to the same school.” She gestures to the guy who is currently staring daggers my way like he wants to skin me alive.

What the hell did I ever do to him?

“Hi, I’m Lucy. I think I’ve seen you around campus.” I hold out my hand to shake his, and he glares at my open palm like it’s going to jump up and hit him. And right when I’m about to pull back, thinking he doesn’t want to touch me or something, Ella elbows him in the side and he clasps his much larger hand around my fingers.

I’m stung with a thousand bolts of electricity as his skin zaps mine. Kind of like when you touch a shopping trolley and it zaps you, but ten times more intense. I look at our joined palms, and my brows draw down in confusion.

What the hell was that?

His grip is tight, firm. Maybe a little too firm. “Dom,” he says.

My gaze shoots up to his cold, dead eyes. And I can’t keep the stunned expression off my face as my mouth hangs open.

It’s him. That voice. I’d recognise it anywhere—after all, I did make myself orgasm listening to it. Twice.

I pull my hand away and feel the redness creep up my neck. “Um, I’m just… bathroom,” I choke out to my mum before spinning around and hightailing it away from the table. I practically run into the bathroom and lock myself in a stall.

I pull out my phone and then realise I don’t have anyone to call. I haven’t even told Shar about the mysterious stalker I’ve managed to capture the attention of. The stalker who now has a face and a name. I think I want to go back to not knowing. I let this guy have phone sex with me. I’ve told him things I’ve never voiced to anyone before.

And it’s Dominic-fucking-McKinley.

What kind of sick, bored, rich kid game is he playing at here?

Shit! Shit! Shit! How on earth can I go back out there and face him? Sit across the table from him all night knowing he’s heard me come apart? Knowing he has goddamn cameras in my apartment?

Maybe I’ll text mum and tell her I’m sick and need to go home. That will work. I won’t actually go home. I can’t ever go back to my apartment. If I could burn the place down without impacting all the other residents in my building, I would.

“Are you really going to hide in there all night, Little Bee?”

I jump, letting out a squeal at the sound of his voice. Before the ten seconds of fear gives way to anger. And I let it wash over me. Opening the door to the stall, I glare at the man of my nightmares. “Whatever you want, whatever you think you’re playing at, I already told you I’m done. What the actual fuck? You… you…” I throw my hands in the air.

His eyes turn a shade darker—though I don’t know how that’s even possible. His jaw tenses as he takes slow, measured steps towards me. I instinctively back away, until I’m pressed up against the tiled wall at the far end of the room. I look to my left, then my right. One way leads into a stall, the other towards the basins.

Shit, I’m stuck in a bathroom with the psychopath who’s been stalking me. How the hell did I put myself in this position?

I consider my options, if I can try to get around him. But before I can even attempt an escape, he has a hand wrapped around my throat. Pinning me against the cold tiles. “This is only just the beginning, Little Bee,” he says, his voice hoarse as he flexes each of the muscles in his hand.

“Keep dreaming,” I spit out.

Dominic tilts his head. His eyes roam up and down my body. “I really thought one touch would kill me. And, yet, here I am. Alive and fucking breathing.”

“Are you sure about that?” I ask him.

“I’ve never felt more alive than I do right now. Touching you.” His other hand runs up the bare skin of my leg, right along the slit in this stupid black dress.

I shouldn’t have worn it. I should have donated it to the op shop. He’s probably got a hard-on at just knowing he bought it and I’m wearing it.

“I was going to keep my distance you know. I didn’t want this to happen. But now that I have you, I don’t think I can let go,” he says more to himself than to me.

“You don’t get to keep me, asshole.” I squirm, trying to get out of his hold.

He presses his body up against mine, the hard outline of his cock digging into my stomach. I bite my lip to prevent the moan from escaping. My body is betraying me right now.

I don’t want him. I don’t want anything to do with him.

“I can smell you. Your arousal, your fear, your… curiosity?” He buries his nose into the crook of my neck. “It’s fucking intoxicating,” he says, inhaling my scent.

“Let me go, Dominic,” I plead with him.

“I wish I could. I really do—but then again, I don’t.” He shrugs a single shoulder while his fingers climb higher up my leg. I freeze when he slips those same fingers beneath the lace of my panties.

“No. Don’t do this,” I beg him.

Dominic lifts his head. “You want this, Little Bee. You want this as much as I do. I’ve been dreaming about your pussy, shoving my fingers into that tight, wet hole.” He slides a thumb down the middle of my slit.

I’m embarrassed by how wet I am. How much he turns me on. Something is very, very wrong with me. “No, I don’t want this.” I shake my head as much as I can move it. Which, beneath his death grip, isn’t much.

“You’re fucking drenched, Little Bee. Tell me you don’t want this. Lie to me again,” he says before shoving two fingers inside me. My head tips back. There’s a slight sting, quickly followed by pleasure. “Tell me you don’t want me to make you come. Give you the earth-shattering pleasure your body craves. Lie to me, Little Bee.”

I can feel the tears at the corners of my eyes. I don’t want this. I don’t want him touching me. But more than that, I want it all. “Please let me go,” I plead.

He stares at my face as a lone tear falls down my cheek. He sticks out his tongue and licks the droplet. “I don’t know how to,” he says quietly as his fingers slowly move in and out of my pussy.

There’s a pleasure building in my lower stomach, and I can feel my core pulsing. I know if he keeps this up, I’m going to come. I’m going to let this psychopath finger-bang me in the bathroom. My hands fist the sleeves of his coat, my fingers digging into his arms as I let go. I can’t help it. I bite down on my lip to stop myself from screaming out his name—now that I know it.

I won’t give him that though.

Dominic holds up my body as I collapse into him. His fingers withdraw and he sucks them into his mouth. “Fuck. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, you really shouldn’t have,” I tell him, my hands landing on his chest and shoving him away. I’m not foolish enough to think I have the power to move him; the fact that he takes a step back is because he chose to. Not because I forced him.

“I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.” He smirks. Fucking smirks. Cocky-ass bastard.

“Maybe not yet, but you will be. What would the world think if they knew the precious Dominic McKinley is a crazed psychopath? A stalker who likes to record women without their consent in his spare time?” I ask him while folding my arms over my chest.

Dominic’s eyes flick to my breasts before rising to meet mine again. “Woman, I’ve only ever been captivated by one woman. You.”

“Oh, well, gee, don’t I feel fucking privileged,” I sass.

“A lot of others would.” He shrugs one shoulder again.

“Forgive me for not being over the moon. Lose my number, don’t text me, or call, or follow me. Ever again.” I storm around him and exit the bathroom. I think about going home, but I can’t do that to my mum. So, instead, I walk back to the table and take my seat. Picking up the glass of champagne, I down it in one go as Dominic positions himself across from me.

“Everything okay?” my mum asks.

“Peachy,” I reply.

My phone vibrates in my clutch, and I pull it out.

“That’s been ringing nonstop. Someone is trying to get a hold of you,” she says.

I smile, my eyes dropping to my phone. Maybe if I make him think I have someone else interested, he’ll finally back the fuck off.