POV: Olivia

“I have to punish you for daring to stop me when I wanted to pull out my gun,” he whispered, his tone a terrifying mix of tender affection and lethal threat.

My breath hitched in my throat. I remembered the flash of cold steel in his hand earlier, the tension in his jaw, and how I had reached out to stop him, desperate to keep him from doing something irreversible. I hadn’t realized there would be a price to pay for that mercy.

“Dominic…” I started, but my voice faltered as his hand moved from my waist to my thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh with bruising...