The drive back to Dominic's estate was suffocating.
Elijah kept his arms crossed, staring out the window, jaw clenched. He could still feel Dominic's lips on his, the heat of that damn possessive kiss lingering on his skin like a brand.
His fingers twitched against his knee.
He wanted to touch his lips—but he refused to give Dominic the satisfaction.
Dominic, on the other hand, was silent. His grip on the steering wheel was firm, his jaw tense, but he said nothing. That was the most frustrating part.
Elijah wanted him to say something—anything.
The car pulled into the underground garage of the estate. Dominic cut the engine, but neither of them moved.
The tension between them was thick, crackling like a live wire.
Then, Dominic finally spoke.
"Inside. Now."
It wasn't a request.
Elijah's eyes narrowed. "Or what?"
Dominic turned his head, slow and deliberate, his gaze sharp. "You don't want to test me right now."
Elijah scoffed. "You act like you can control me."
Dominic leaned closer. "I can."
Elijah's breath hitched. His body reacted before his mind could stop it, his pulse quickening. Damn it.
He didn't wait for Dominic to make another move—he shoved the door open and stepped out, slamming it shut behind him.
Dominic followed, his steps deliberate, controlled.
Elijah had barely reached the hallway when Dominic's hand wrapped around his wrist, yanking him back.
Elijah spun, shoving at Dominic's chest. "What the hell is your problem?"
Dominic didn't let go. His grip was firm, unrelenting. "You."
Elijah's breath caught.
Dominic's eyes were darker than usual, a storm brewing beneath the surface. "Do you think this is a game, Elijah?" His voice was calm—too calm.
Elijah swallowed but didn't look away. "I think you're being dramatic."
Dominic chuckled—low, dark. "Dramatic?"
Before Elijah could blink, Dominic pinned him against the wall.
His hands slammed against the surface on either side of Elijah's head, trapping him.
Elijah's breath hitched.
The heat between them was suffocating.
Dominic's face was too close, his scent invading Elijah's senses. A mix of expensive cologne, gunpowder, and something uniquely Dominic.
Elijah hated how much he noticed.
"I told you to stay away from Matteo." Dominic's voice was lower now, dangerous.
Elijah's lips curled into a smirk. "And I told you—I'm not yours."
A muscle in Dominic's jaw twitched.
He didn't like that answer.
Elijah expected another outburst, another kiss meant to claim him—but instead, Dominic smirked.
That was worse.
"You think Matteo likes you?" Dominic asked, tilting his head. "That he's being nice to you because he wants you?"
Elijah narrowed his eyes. "What are you saying?"
Dominic leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. "He only wants you to get to me, Eli."
Elijah stiffened.
Only Dominic called him that.
Dominic's smirk widened. "You're mine."
Elijah's pulse thundered in his ears.
The worst part?
He didn't push Dominic away.
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