CHAPTER FOUR

"Susan please, at least come speak to him" her dad implored her.

"Nope, tell him to leave, tell him to go away." She was really angry, her family was rich, even richer than he was, so why in heavens name were they trying to push her to him, even her grandpa has joined her father. If only she coukd explain why she didnt want him near her now and in the future.Then the door opened, she heard a shuffling of footsteps and then the sound of the door closing. She popped her head out from her blanket, was he gone. She turned towards the door and screamed out in alarm.

"What are you doing in my room!" She screamed.

Dominique in a black suit with his black hair style impeccably posed an intimidating figure, he strode casually into her room and stared down at her, his brows heavily furrowed.

"Why have you been avoiding me?"

"What?"

"I said, why have you been avoiding me?" He growled out again, his voice raw, veins pulsing in his forehead and neck clearly showed his anger. She got up and faced him.

"And what if I am? Whats it to you?"

"Stop it, stop avoiding me" he told her, she frowned at him and crossed her hands on her chest.

"Look, I have no idea what you think you are doing, but bagging into my room and ordering me around to do what you want is never going to work, okay. I can do whatever I want and also..."she pointed a finger at him, "...you are the reason I'm avoiding you"

He snorted, "What do you mean?"

She stayed silent, she couldn't tell him that they had been married before or that he was the one who killed her.

"Because I hate you..." she growled out, "...I don't like you, I don't even want to see you. Why don't you get it. Leave me the hell alone" she started towards the door then suddenly found herself on the bed, Dominique on top of her, his breathing harsh, his eyes were intensely ablaze with emotions she could not grasp. Her eyes roved his face rapidly taking in the sight of his beautiful face, his chin had a light dusting of a stubborn but also didn't hide the sharpness of his jawline. He held both of her hands tightly in his hands as he stared into her soul.

"You don't like me. Then...is there anyone else?...Anyone else you like?" His voice held a trace of dread as he asked her.

"Yes" she bravodoed, "..i like someone else, so you should give up on me" she knew she was lying but anything to get rid of him will work for her right now.

His hands tightened on her, she held back a groan at the slight pain, his veins pulsed even more as the tension in the room got tighter.

"Who. Is. It?"

She shrugged, "Its none of your business who I like, I can li...arrrh"

He but her ear, then moved down and but her neck. She arched her back in pleasure, "What are...what are you doing?" She almost moaned.

"You are not allowed to like anyone as long as its not me" he muttered huskily as he nuzzled her neck. She should stop him but the pleasure coursing through her was heavenly bliss, she had wanted his touch, had needed it then, still wanted it now. A voice in her head reminded her that she was supposed to avoid him but she shut it up. His lips moved up again and traced her lips lightly, with dazed eyes she watched as he lowered his head and took her lips in his mouth.

Yes. This. This was heaven, the way his soft lips roughly took her mouth was body shattering, the both of them fought for supremacy as they battled with their tongues. He ran his large hands in her hair as she tugged his own soft hair roughly, her moans filling the room shamelessly. He took her tongue gently and sucked like he was making love to her mouth, no, he was making love to her mouth in the most dirtiest and wanton wrecking way.

His hand reached for her shirt, snaking through her waist up to her breast, through the fog of her lust she realized that this was getting to a greater stage and hurriedly, though it hurt her to but she pushed him off her and got up to face him. In the silence of the room both their ragged lust breath filled the room.

"Leave"

"What"

"I said leave, this was a mistake,nothing should have happened" she had to close her eyes as she spoke because the look of desire on his face was too much for her aroused self.

He took a step towards her, she quickly held up her hand partly in fear of him and partly in fear if herself.

"Please..." her voice soft, "...this never happened...it was..." she struggled for words admist the deep ache in her that needed to be satisfied.

"...Perfect" he completed for her making her raise her still dazed eyes to look at him. He took another step but stopped there as if to keep his body from reaching out for her. "It was perfect and you know it. I want you, you want me, stop fighting it"

"I don't want you, that was just lust" she gritted out, embarrassment made her close her eyes. "From now, stop coming to see me, you won't achieve anything from it." She turned quickly to leave the room but his words stopped her.

"Why, why do you treat me as if I did something terrible to you, we didn't even know each other until three years ago so...why" his voice held so much, confusion, anger, frustration both sexual and mental. She almost pitied him.

She slowly turned to face and looked him dead in the eye.

"You really want to know? Even if it might sound stupid and unbelievable?"

"Yes, anything to understand your hatred towards me" he answered earnest.

"Because you are too dangerous for me. You might even be my death."