DOM: Alliance Series Book Three

The heavy body sprawled across my back groans as my alarm blares from the nightstand.

“Turn it off.” The sleep-soaked voice scrapes across my nerves.

No one should sound so sexy the moment they wake up.

I reach out with my left hand to grab my phone, but I can’t reach it.

I stretch, but Dominic’s weight is pinning me in place.

Before I met Dom, when I’d go to sleep imagining a life where I had someone to share my bed, I’d picture myself cuddled cutely into the man’s side. His arm would be around my shoulders. I’d sleep with my head on his shoulder and my mouth closed, not drooling on his chest at all.

But no.

My sleep habits haven’t suddenly changed, so I’m still face down, probably snoring. And the mafia kingpin who drugged me into marriage doesn’t pull me into his side. He doesn’t spoon me with his arm around my waist. Nope. He starfishes his body over mine. Smashing me into the damn mattress.

And like everything else with Dom, I hate that I like it.

“Get off me,” I growl. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“It’s too early, Angel.” He nuzzles his face into my hair.

I can’t take it.

“Get. Off.” I twist and wedge my arms under myself, then push up with all my might, only getting up to my elbows.

Dominic groans but finally rolls off me. “Why are you up?”

I crawl out of the bed and turn my alarm off. “I told you. I’m going into the office today.”

“Right.” He drapes his arm over his eyes to fend off the morning sunrays.

I keep my gaze averted as I hurry around the bed and into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me.

I’ve taken to sleeping in pants and long sleeves to minimize the chance of sex. But Dominic sleeps in nothing but his damn boxers. And I don’t need to start my day looking at our wedding vow inked above his dick.

Snatching my toothbrush off the counter, I accept that I’m in a bad mood.

Therapy always leaves me feeling a little wrung out. But yesterday was extra intense. And confusing. The discussion of trust and love really messed with my head.

Because I don’t want to trust Dom, just like I don’t want to like him. What he did to me was unforgivable. And it’s not like he’ll ever apologize. He told me he never does.

And looking back at all our conversations, with the privilege of hindsight, I see all the clues he dropped for me.

Little breadcrumbs for me to pick up and carry into his poisonous gingerbread house. The truth hidden behind sexy tattooed walls.

I brush my teeth a little harder.

He doesn’t deserve to have this hold on me.

It’s time for me to push back.