Free Entwined Fates: Dominating Miya by Trista Ann Michaels Page B

caught. You don’t need me here now.”
    “So that’s just…what about…”
    Alex looked across the room to see her glaring at him in anger. He deserved her anger. He’d led her on, and now he was walking out like a fucking coward.
    “Damn you, Alex.”
    “Miya—”
    “Uh-uh,” she growled, but her voice quivered when she spoke as though she fought tears. It took everything he had not to go to her. “I don’t want to hear it. You’re not any different from the rest of them, are you?”
    “This isn’t about being afraid of your father, Miya.”
    “Then what is it?”
    “It’s about you being afraid of me.”
    Miya shook her head. “I’m not afraid of you.”
    Alex’s eyes narrowed. “You should be.”
    “Oh, Alex, give me a break! I’m not some innocent virgin who doesn’t know about the world. I know what you do. I know what you like. That doesn’t scare me.”
    “Miya—”
    “No! This isn’t about me being afraid. It’s about the fact I don’t fit into your little box of a perfect sub.”
    “Exactly!” Alex snapped. “I’m a Dom, and you are most definitely not a sub.”
    “Does it matter?” she yelled. “Is it that important to you I obey everything? All the time?”
    “Not all the time, Miya. But I know you. You don’t want to give up even the tiniest bit of control. And I would demand it of you. I can’t change who I am. After a while, you would hate my dominant side, just like you hate how your brothers try to control you.”
     
    MIYA BELIEVED DEEP in her heart he was wrong. She tried not to cry, but she couldn’t stop the tear that slipped from the corner of her eye. Was he right? Would she end up hating him? No. She didn’t believe that.
    He walked toward her door, leaving her, killing her hopes he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Could she be a sub? Could she give him absolute control of her body? Did she trust him enough?
    Yes, she did. But Alex made it obvious he would never give her the chance to prove that. He didn’t even want to try for fear it would put a wedge between him and her brother. This was all so screwed up.
    He put his hand on the doorknob, and Miya said, “If you walk out that door, Alex, don’t you dare come back.”
    Alex left without a word, and Miya’s heart shattered into a million pieces. She sank to the floor and sobbed.
    * * * *
    Alex tried to wait patiently for Christian to finish his call before he told him about Miya. Christian would be relieved to know they’d caught the guy. The police had called Alex earlier this morning and told him the attendant had a small shrine to Miya in his apartment. Alex cringed, wondering what exactly this guy would’ve done to her if he hadn’t been able to stop him.
    His chest still ached at the hurt in Miya’s eyes when he’d left last night. He hadn’t wanted to. He’d wanted to stay more than anything, but she would never give him full control of her, and that would never work in a Dom-sub relationship.
    He should’ve never kissed her. He knew that, and he wasn’t sure if getting one taste of her would last him a lifetime or haunt him forever.
    After talking with the police, he’d called Marcone and told him the news. His friend and security confidant had apparently noticed the tension in his voice and had asked about it, but how could Alex explain this? How did he tell Marcone he wanted to sexually dominate his daughter?
    In the background, the news played through the large screen on the far wall. For the most part, Alex tuned it out until they mentioned Miya’s name.
    He glanced up at the screen and watched in horror at a video of him and Miya kissing at the club. They’d been spotted, which was, of course, what he’d wanted. He just never expected the media to be inside the club as well. Someone must’ve followed them. The media was all abuzz about a union between the Dorn and Marcone families—uniting Bellara and Tilarus. What the hell?
    Son of a bitch.
    Alex sighed and closed his