Protector #6 (A Navy SEAL Military Romance) Read Online Free Page B

themselves sooner or
later. You’re no shrinking violent, baby.”
    “Get
your hands off of me!” I yelled in his face. “You are not allowed to do this!”
    “Allowed?
Oh no, no, no, my dear,” he grinned. “I don’t need to be allowed to do anything. I’m going to take whatever I want and you will have no choice but to let me.”
    “You
have always been a sick, sick man,” I spit as I twisted to try and escape. In
an instant, Dominic had the gun pressed to my temple as he gripped my arm so
hard I swore I could feel the bones beginning to crack.
    “I’m
not sick,” he growled. “I’m perfectly normal, I’m just angry at you for
embarrassing me the way you did last year. I treated you like a princess, and
you treated me like dirt.”
    “Because
you beat me,” I said in a flat voice. “You beat me until I couldn’t move. You
are sick.”
    “I
beat you because you asked for it,” Dominic said in a casual tone. “You know
you did. You misbehaved and I punished you. There was nothing wrong with what I
did. In fact, you liked it.”
    “I
what?” I gasped. “I never liked anything you did to me. You beat me so badly I
couldn’t leave the house for days at a time. Have you forgotten that?”
    “Oh
no, I’ve not forgotten anything at all,” Dominic grinned. “I’ve got it all on
tape and I watch it whenever I’m in the mood for you.”
    This
revelation knocked the wind out of me. He had my beatings on tape and he
watched them for entertainment. What kind of monster was he? And then another
thought struck me; he has the beatings on
tape. Evidence. All I had to do was escape and I could tell the police
about the tapes, and they would put Dominic away for good.   But first I had to escape.
    “You’re
so disgusting,” I said calmly. “Do your parents know that they’ve raised an
absolute monster? If they don’t, they’re going to be sick when they find out.”
    “You
bitch,” he spat. I’d hit a raw nerve and I knew it. “You really shouldn’t be
talking about parents who are disappointed now should you?”
    “My
parents aren’t disappointed in me,” I said truthfully. “They just don’t care
what I do. Unlike your parents who care about everything you do and every move
you make. Man, this is going to suck when it comes out that you’re a woman
beater and a murderer.   I’d be surprised
if they didn’t totally disown you.”
    The
sting of Dominic’s hand hitting my face surprised me only a little. It was the way
my neck snapped to the side that shocked me. He’d hit me many times before, but
he’d never hit me this hard or with this much rage. For a moment I was
frightened that he would unload the gun in my head, but then I remembered how
much he enjoyed watching me suffer and knew that he’d be far more likely to
kill the others and make me watch. Dominic’s sickness was ego and attention,
and when I was forced to pay attention, his ego swelled. I had a good idea of
what was coming next, so I closed my eyes and came as close to praying as I
ever have in my life. Just let us live.
Just let us live. Just let us live. I didn’t ask for any favors, just the
gift of life and hoped that someone up there would hear me.
    The
next thing I felt was Dominic yanking me up off of the bed and dragging me by
my hair to the front room. The others were conscious now, but since they were
tied up, they were also helpless. I bowed my head as Dominic pointed the gun at
the room server and said, “Tell him you’re sorry, Ava. Tell him that it’s all
your fault that he’s going to take a bullet to the brain. Tell him that you
feel terrible about it, but that you appreciate his sacrifice so that you can
live.”
    I
looked down into the terrified eyes of the teenager and held my breath.
    I opened my
mouth and found myself pitching forward toward the floor. I landed on top of
the terrified room server who let out a loud “ Oof !”
    “What
the hell!” I yelled as I felt someone land on top of me