Chapter 3: Duty Begins 

The penthouse door slammed open so hard that the wall shook. My sister stormed in with our father right behind her, her face twisted with pure rage. “You think you can just take what’s mine and play the victim?” huh, she yelled. “Lila, you stole my engagement and now you’re spreading your legs for a mafia boss like some shameless cheap whore!”

I moved backward, my back almost hitting the wall. My hands still smelled of the pen ink from the contract I’d signed barely an hour ago.

Dominic didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to. He stepped between us, towering over both of them, voice ice-cold. “How the hell did you get past my guards?"

My sister pointed at me as if i was something filthy . “She ruined everything! Dad, tell her!”

“Get out,” Dominic said, his voice sharper this time. “Before I make sure neither of you walks out of here alive.”

My father’s face went pale. He grabbed my sister’s arm and pulled her toward the door, “Come on, we’ll fix this later...” One of Dominic’s guards stood in the doorway, looking pissed. “Sorry, boss. They claimed it was a family emergency and slipped past the front desk before we could stop them.”

Dominic’s jaw flexed. “Get them out. Now. And double security. No one else gets in without my consent .”

The guard nodded and dragged them toward the elevator. My sister kept shouting over her shoulder. “You’re nothing but his whore now, Lila! Enjoy it while it lasts!” 

Finally slamming the door shut. The silence that followed Felt heavier than before

I barely had time to breath before Dominic turned to me slowly. His eyes locked on mine, dark and unreadable

“Strip,” he said. 

The word hit me harder than a slap.

My heart slammed against my ribs. My throat went dry “Right now? Just like that?

For a long second I just stood there, the weight of everything I signed earlier came crashing down on me, every instinct in me told me to run but where could I possibly run to.

Dominic...please." "Not like this" I whispered, my voice cracking into a low plea.

He didn't yell. He didn't even grab me. He just unbuckled his belt, the metal clinking loud in the quiet. “You signed the papers. You know the terms. Don't you?"

I had expected him to grab me rough, shove me down and take what he wanted fast and hard. Instead, he crossed the space between us in three slow steps and stopped just to touch me. His fingers caught the hem of my dress. He pulled it up slowly, holding it there giving me one last chance to either fight him or beg him to stop .

But I didn't.

Taking my silence for an answer, he pulled the dress over my head and dropping it to the floor. Cool air hit my skin. I stood there in nothing but my panties, arms crossed over my chest, shaking.

Dominic’s gaze moved over me, dark and steady. He hooked his fingers on my panties and tugged them down, his eyes never leaving mine. He didn't rush. Neither did he use violence . Just that same controlled strength.

“To the bed,” he said quietly.

I walked backward until my legs hit the mattress and sat down hard. He followed, pulling off his pants as he approached towards me. When he climbed over me, his body was heavy but careful. His right hand braced beside my head. The other hand slid between my legs, slowly.

“You’re scared,” he murmured.

“Of course I’m scared.”  

He didn’t smile. He just yanked off my bra giving me a short soft massage on my breasts, sucking them hungrily, he brought out his monstrous cock , i gasped because i haven't seen a dick that huge before, he didn't bother to stimulate my pussy before pushing inside me, it was slow at first, stretching me open with a sensation that made my breath catch. Then he penetrated deeper. Rough enough to make me gasp, but controlled enough that the pain melted into something hotter, giving me the kind of pleasure I had never felt before, not even with Derek Valentino my ex-fiance. My hands grabbed his shoulders without thinking. My body betrayed me with a spark of heat I didn’t want.

I hated how good it felt in the middle of all the fear.

He moved in with purpose, his hips rolling steadily, one hand gripped my thigh so tight to keep me rightly positioned and open for him. Every thrust pushing a small sound out of me. I bit my lip hard, trying not to let him hear how my breathing had become ragged. Tension coiled tight in my belly. My legs started to tremble around his waist.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice low and dangerously sexy.

I obeyed. His eyes were dark, focused, almost intense. Just watching every reaction on my face as he thrust deeper, harder, the rhythm changing until the slapping of skin on skin filled the room.

My back arched off the edge of the bed. The tension inside me coiled tighter and tighter. I hated myself for the way my body clenched around him, anticipating for more for something I shouldn’t want. I was getting closer to my peak with each thrust, and with one deep thrust from him into my now overly wet core, my orgasm rippled through me like an electric shock hitting me hard and sudden. I cried out, in ecstasy, my nails digging into his back as pleasure ripped through every nerve.

Dominic climaxed right after, a low groan escaping his lips as he buried himself deep, holding my thigh at a place, pulsing inside me.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

He pulled out carefully and rolled beside me. I expected him to get up, to leave, to treat me like the contract stated, spreading my legs every night till I carried his heir. Instead, he remained by my side. His fingers brushing through my hair, slow and gentle, tucking a damp strand behind my ear.

I turned my head to look at him. My voice came out low, almost breathless. "Why are you being gentle?”

He didn’t answer. Just kept stroking my hair like it was the most natural thing in the world. His breathing was even, but I could feel his muscles tighten with tension .

I lay there, my heart still racing, body warm and aching in ways I didn’t want to think about. The contract felt heavier now. I would spread my legs for him every single day, till I gave him a child. And I had just let him start it.

Sleep pulled at me eventually, exhaustion winning over fear.

When I woke up, the clock on the nightstand read 9:30 p.m. The bed beside me was empty and cold.

I sat up, clutching the bed sheet to my chest. I heard low voices coming from the hallway outside the bedroom door, two voices, identical in tone, arguing in hushed, angry bursts.

One was definitely Dominic.

The other voice said, clear enough to freeze me at a spot, “She’s mine too now. Don’t think you get to keep her all to yourself.”

My heart slammed against my ribs. I clutched the sheet tighter, straining my ears to hear more, but the voices dropped lower.

It now clicked "twin thing".

The words of the guard from earlier echoed in my head.

I slipped out of bed with shaky legs and crept towards the door, every step quiet. My hand hovered over the handle.

Whatever was happening out there, it was about me.

And I had just signed away

my life to one of them or maybe both.