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Thanks for all your guesses my pervies but I hate to inform you that they are incorrect.

😱😱😱😱yes I know shocking.

So, I now ask you readers to refer to the book Dominant, chapter one - Love or Lust? Do you know the difference?

James was Christina's submissive at the time but she broke it off because he fell in love with her. Yeah this is for those who might be like Who tf is James...

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James." His name rolls off my tongue in disbelief as I stare at him from the bed I am now bounded to. "Why are you guys doing this?"

I look over at the two psychotic males standing on either sides of my room. Neither of them utter a word in reply to my question. The only sound to be heard from the two are the deep breaths they take.

My heart is frantically drumming against my chest and I grunt in pain as I try to tug at the scarfs that bind me to the bedframe. The material rubs against my wrists and I hiss as my skin starts to burn.

James's blue eyes observe me and the hair on the back of my neck stands up as I recognize the intense emotion in his eyes.

Hunger. Raw animalistic hunger glows in his blue eyes. He runs his hands through his short brown hair as he bites his full lips. His other hand rubs his chin – that has a small stubble – before trailing to his neck. He gulps as his eyes trail over my body and I feel violated as his eyes analyse everything about me, from my bigger breasts to my bigger stomach. I finch as his eyes settle on my stomach with pure anger and I see his hands clench until his knuckles turn white.

Abruptly, he slaps the wall beside him – causing me to jut – before storming out of the room into the hall... where they had taken Lexi.

"Sam," I call as the young man's eyes flicker to me. "Please take Lexi to the hospital. She's injured, she fell on her stomach... She's pregnant for fucks sake! Please get her some help."

His eyes trail over me lazily and I breathe heavily as I await his response. He shakes his head denying my request and my eyes widen in disbelief.

"She could be dying!" I yell as anger surges through me. "Her baby could be dying. She needs help!"

I fight against my restraints, kicking out my injured leg in protest as I curse at him. My mind is in turmoil. Lexi, her baby. My babies and I. We are all in danger but I find that my mind is mostly focused on Lexi. She is unconscious, hurt and heavily pregnant. She received a concussion to the head and a nasty fall to the ground. My mind can't help but just to the worst possible things right now.

What if her baby dies? What if she dies? What if they both die? It would all be because of me.

James enters the room once more, throwing a beer to Sam. He catches it before pulling the cap and chugging it. James's eyes look me over with amusement and he smirks.

"She's still a feisty one, isn't she?" His suave voice cuts across the room and I tense. "We'll need to break her spirit soon."

He takes a sip of his beer whilst eying me and I shudder. He's different than the James I knew; his aura is colder and that glimmer of mischief in his eyes is missing replaced with a dangerous glint.

"In due time," Sam replies pushing himself off the wall.

He strolls over to me and I glare at him. A smirk makes its way to his lips as he sits on the side of my bed and places his cold hand on my thigh under my dress. I kick my leg up in an attempt to get it off but he only tightens his grip and forces my leg flat on the bed. I feel a dip on my other side and James stares at me with those wanting eyes whilst his hand rests on my other leg.

"Take your fucking hands off me!" I explode lashing out.

They hold me down with a chuckle but I still kick for my damn life. There's no way I'm going through this again.

"Calm down principessa," Sam says as his hands travel up and down my thigh causing me to shiver in disgust.

"I said get your fucking hands off me... now!"

"A demanding princesa," James inputs as he taps the tiara on my head. "Such a turn on isn't it Sam?"

"Definitely," Sam says as he moves his other hand to cup my cheek.

I flinch at the contact and he smirks. I lash out biting his hand and he yelps retracting it from my mouth. James laughs while Sam hisses in pain. Sam looks over at me with gritted teeth and I hear it before I feel it. His hand collides with my cheek and a whoosh pass my ears, my head swinging to the side on impact.

I breathe deeply and groan as my head spins. My vision is blurry, tears pool at my eyes and my brain drums against my skull.

... You hit.... Too hard...

She... Bitch... Deserves it...

The words of my capturers sound broken as they argue in front of me. I look up at them and their jumpy figures stare down at me with hooded eyes. I pull at my restraints and grunt as my vision continues to jump and blur.

"You... Hit... Like a bitch," I say between breaths with a psychotic grin.

My vision starts to clear and their images become clearer. James stands with his hands fold over his chest and Sam has his hands in his pocket nonchalantly. The glint of lust and the hunger in Sam's eyes tells me that he enjoys seeing me like this and let's not forget the boner pressing against his jeans.

A sadistic smile slips onto his lips as he ventures towards me.

"Sam," James calls out as he grabs hold of his arm.

"I'm not going to hit her," he states continuing his path towards me after James releases his arm.

Sam returns to my bed side and pats my head. I go to move away and his eyes dare me to do it with a wicked promise. I shudder as his other hand skims over my breasts and I pull at the restraints once more trying to claw his filthy paws off me. He grins loving my resistance. Sam's hand settles on one of my breasts and I yelp before cursing him, his parents and grandparents.

"Get your fucking hand off me," I cry out as my eyes start to sting.

Memories, memories of that day... It's happening all over again and I'm useless to stop it. My babies...

"Please stop," I call out and his hand ceases its squeezing as tears stream down my cheeks.

I feel a thumb wipe away my loose tears and I tremble at the touch. "Don't touch me!"

He chuckles before continuing his venture down my body ignoring my protests. His palm settles on my stomach and my breath hitches as I look up at him. Sam caresses my stomach with a small smile and my heart hammers in my chest in fright. What was going on in that fucked up mind of his?

"Don't harm my babies," I say and he looks up at me shocked before smiling.

"I can't make promises Christina," he states as he continues to gently rub my stomach. "But I can say this, the more you resist our touch the lower the chances of us keeping them alive gets."

I stare into his green eyes and they hold no banter, he's serious. I tremble as the image of losing another child– no, of losing two more children crosses my mind. I won't allow that to happen.

"Do we understand each other?" Sam asks after a few minutes and I nod. "Good."

Both of his hands now cup my stomach as his eyes glow in fascination and I stare at him confused. He runs is hands all over my bump and I shudder. I feel like I'm being violated, like my babies are being violated.

"You should feel this James," he says after playing around for a few minutes. He looks over at the young man behind him with a child-like expression on his face.

Sam reaches out to take James's hand before placing it on my stomach. I gulp at the contact, sweat runs down my forehead and my throat onto my bust. I breathe deeply as I pray for this to be over. James's face doesn't soften as he touches my bump – no it hardens and I can feel the anger radiating off of him. His palm tightens on my stomach and I whimper in pain.

I thrash as the pain in my lower region but the doctor continues with the procedure ignoring my cries. He was stripping of my child in the most painful way. I was losing her, my baby. Tears pool from my eyes as I scream out. My heart tears as the doctor rips into my flesh over and over again. Ensuring that every piece of her was out of me...

Taking her away from me piece by piece.

"Stop!" I yell startling Sam who pries James's hand away from me.

He stands focusing his attention on James and I take deep breaths as I try to calm my nerves. I shake whilst hyperventilating and tears stream down my eyes blurring my vision. I look over at the two men but my ears fail to pick up what they're saying. The only sounds I hear are screams, screams of pain, anger and anguish.

The blurs move around angrily and I can tell they are arguing by their quick, threatening movements. I close my eyes trying to steady my shaking body but I find it hard to do. I clench my fists as I breathe in and out.

Relax... I tell myself but it's harder to do in this situation.

"Why?" I hear myself ask as I look over that the men. "Why are you doing this?"

They look at me: fragile, pained and hurt. I stare at them with teary eyes, my lip is trembling and my body shakes.

"I understand why you'd do this James," I state staring at him. "I dumped you, left you when you professed your love. I understand why you'd do this... But Sam why? What did I ever do to–?"

"No you don't," James says narrowing his eyes at me.

I look at him in confusion and my lips part as try to think of a way to reply to that but he doesn't allow me to.

"I told you I loved you and what did you do throw me way like I was fucking trash. You didn't care about my feelings! You only cared about protecting yourself! You only cared about using me to get what you wanted and when you saw I was getting too attached you cut me off!" The veins in his neck are prominent as he speaks and the tone of his voice has me flinching. The red hot fury radiating from him has me shuddering as if it'd burned me.

"You. Do. Not. Understand." James repeats slowly. "But I will make you understand. Being used for your dominant's pleasure. Having no other purpose than fucking. I'm going to make you understand how it feels to be nothing but a sex toy."

He grins sadistically and I tremble as his words sink in. They are going to... No, no they can't... but who will stop them? I'm helpless and alone.

"Alright why don't you take a breather James? I think you just scared the fuck out of her," Sam laughs.

James scoffs before walking out of the room and I find myself breathing a little easier at his departure. Sam walks over to me and cups my cheek and I stare at him terrified. My brain is fried. I can't think straight the hormones in my body has heightened my fears and I am almost paralyzed with this fear.

"I'm sorry Christina, James is just a little hurt. He really loved you," he states and I shake my head. "Yes he does and so do I Chrissie."

"You barely know me," I whisper in reply. "How c-can you love me?"

His other hand comes to my other cheek and he leans in further. I suck in a breath and eye him frantically. I can feel my heart pounding through my chest.

"Of course I know you Christina Hase," he states as he looks me in the eyes. "Or should I say Christina Authoró? I know you and you know me... After that night we shared I couldn't forget... You can say I was addicted, obsessed. I crave you Christina and finally I have you."

How did he know my real name...? Who is Sam Mariel?

"After all, I am your Sammy. Aren't I Christina?" he asks, his voice a higher pitch.

My heart's pace slows at his words and I look at his eyes. The familiarity strikes me and I freeze. This has to be a joke. It can't be-

"M-McClain?" The name feels foreign. It rolls off my tongue with discomfort. Let me be wrong.... Please.

He grins in triumph and I stare in confusion. He looks at me as though I've just guessed the million dollar question.

"Samoya McClain?"

"Hey babe," he replies with a smirk... that smirk from that night and my mind goes blank.

It can't fucking be...

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I'm currently doing Finals so I'm sorry if I haven't updated in a while.

The next chapter will explain everything so for those who are confused we'll clear it up soon.

Later babes

Got to study.

Mama Perv😍😎