Dominate me by Julia Romush (most read books txt) 📖

"It just hurt a lot, but I hate taking pills", I growled, looking into his crazy eyes. "That's the only reason I drank some champagne." 
 
I don't think my words convinced him. 

 
"If you don't believe me, you can count the pills in a pack. I didn't even open it!" 

 
But none of what happened before affected him. Artem grabbed me by the elbow and did everything he had done before. He put me on my knees by the toilet. And all these actions are accompanied by words: 

 
"Cause vomiting!". My eyes were rounded to unreal dimensions when I realized that he was persistent in his demand and just would not lag behind, "I told you - cause vomiting!" 

 
"It's not so easy to do, wait!". I physically felt like my lips were weathered with horror and stress. Probably, I also turned wildly pale, because a man's face changed even more. Now he was kneeling next to me and almost poking my head into the toilet. 
 
I have never experienced such a horrible moment and never thought I could face such humiliation. 
 
"I didn't do what you thought!". I said with tears in my eyes. 

 
I understood that I looked miserable, that my voice was trembling, but there was nothing I could do when I was treated like that. Did he really think so? Did Artem really consider me a fool capable of doing something like that? 
 
"Cancel the ambulance. Check the pills. I did not drink them with alcohol". I began to break out of his arms, realizing that I was already covered by hysteria. 

 
And, apparently, this time I sounded more convincing, because the man began to listen. Although not immediately, but his grip weakened, and he let me go. 
 
"You may not believe me, and even think as you wish, but I value my life. I love to live. Especially since I have someone to live for", I said bitterly, remembering my sister. 

 
As soon as I said the last sentence, as soon as its meaning reached the man, something in his behavior changed. If a minute ago he was just angry, now his features have become hard. Probably, he perceived it in his own way, but I did not dig into it and go deeper. I was not up to it at all. 
 
I just got up silently and went to wash herself in spite of him. I tried to calm down, but it turned out badly. The body shook a little more from what had happened. 
 
"Think before doing anything", Artem quietly approached me from behind and strained these words right in my ear. 
 
This time I shuddered at how I reacted to his condition and the way he talked to me. And I just stood in silence and looked in front of me. In the mirror. I saw how he told me all this. I saw everything that was written on his face. 

 
"One thing is clear: if I needed such a troubled wandering girl, I would find her at the station. There are a lot of them. If I needed drunken antics and tantrums, then even in this case, there would be better candidates than you." 

 
I smiled. Bitterly. From the fact that he called me a wandering girl, cheap, hysterical, and, apparently, this was not the whole set of what he thought of me. 
 
"I advise you to quickly understand the situation in which you find yourself and act accordingly. Because I will not mess with you. Another prank and you'll fly out of here like a cork from a bottle of champagne ...". And, without agreeing, the man approached the table in the room where the bottle of champagne stood. Looking me in the eye, he slowly pushed her to the edge, and I could only watch her fall down to the floor, shattering into thousands of fragments.