Текст книги "Grace Street"

Автор книги: Ella Dominguez

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23: Possession

Victor was infuriated that Elsa had walked out. “I’m not broken!” he yelled into the empty room, his hands fisted at his sides. “I don’t need you to fix me!” he spat out.

Winded, he stomped up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door, enraged. Who the fuck did she think she was? This was his game. This was his house and he made the God damned rules.

He knew better than to allow himself to care for someone, but she had proven to be too difficult a challenge for him to resist his feelings. Now she was gone and he was powerless to get her back. Four weeks is all the time that had passed between them. Four tortured and blissful, fucking weeks. Infuriated with himself for having let her go and having beaten her as if she was an animal, he kicked the wooden chair that remained unmoved since they had fucked on it. The same chair he had attempted and failed to break her by making her watch Patrick.

Glancing up at his image reflected in the window, he cringed when he saw his father looking back at him. He stumbled backwards from the sickening vision. Is this what he had become? His father and his mother? He saw her reflected back in that image, too – her raging, drunken likeness.

A wave of nausea pounded against him when he recalled what he had done to Elsa and he sank onto the bed and fisted his hair. He thought he had come to terms with who he was but… he shook his head violently. He couldn’t change the past and there was no denying what was coursing through his veins. He was his sociopathic father’s illegitimate child and his mother’s bitch. He always would be and no woman, no matter how much love and light she had in her, could change that.

He stared at the overturned chair and glanced at the projector still on the nightstand. Could he really change what was in his DNA and be the man Elsa wanted? No, he couldn’t. The only thing he could do was try to make up for the cruelty he had put her through. Elsa would always belong to him and his game wasn’t over yet, no matter what she thought.

He stood up with new purpose and moved to the window. The heat of the sun energized him, giving him the strength he needed. As he stared into the sun until his eyes watered and he saw spots, there was a dark promise in his gaze. He was not only the Ruler of his Universe, but Elsa’s. She may never know, but he would always have a hand in her future. It may take years to change her course to lead her back to him, but time was something he had plenty of and it all belonged to her.

With staid calm, he descended the stairs and retrieved his phone and journal. He cued the song She’s Always a Woman by Billy Joel and leaned back into the chaise with the smell of Elsa floating all around him and the words of the song that now belonged to her echoing in the living room. The tip of the pen touched the paper and he began anew.

Chapter 8.5 – Elsa, My Puppet and Muse.

She stole from me. She lied to me. She exposed me. She destroyed me utterly. She played my game and won, and in the process she renewed my faith in that unspeakable thing. She is both woman and child, strong and vulnerable, and she is mine, always, and I will have her again.

To be continued, Peach…

Other Books by Ella Dominguez

The Art of D/s Trilogy

The Art of Submission (Book 1)

The Art of Domination (Book 2)

The Art of Control (Book 3)

Becoming Sir (companion novel to the Art of D/s Trilogy)

This Love’s Not for Sale

Continental Breakfast (Continental Affair #1)

Continental Beginnings (Continental Affair #2)

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