INSATIABLE CRAVINGS
Insatiable Cravings – Episode 100
Subtitle; {Loving You Is A Loosing Game}
TAGS: Age-gap, Mafia, Forbidden Love, Drama, Tragedy and Betrayal.
Settings: United Kingdom, Russia and others.
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~ Genevieve ~
“I’ll take whatever you make.” That was what I said before switching off my phone’s torchlight, plunging us back into suffocating darkness—because I was petty like that.
And what did I get for my pettiness?
Dominic’s hand wrapping around my wrist, yanking me back against him, my spine pressing flush against his chest. In the pitch-black, no less.
How in God’s name did he know exactly where to grab me?
My brain short-circuited at the contact. I should shove him off, maybe even slap him for daring to touch me like this, then put as much distance between us as humanly possible. But I didn’t. Instead, I went still, my breath faltering.
A crack of thunder rumbled through the building, shaking the very walls. The air smelled of rain—clean, electric, sharp. The pattering against the glass was relentless, drowning out everything but the heavy thud of my own heartbeat.
Then, warm lips ghosted my ear.
My breath hitched, my composure fracturing as his voice—low, edged with something dangerous—curled around me like smoke. “Genevieve.” My name was nothing more than a rasp, rough and resonant, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. “Don’t be naughty. Turn the light back on.”
“No.” To my credit, my voice was firm—more than I expected, given the circumstances.
His breath fanned against my skin, each exhale igniting a nerve I didn’t even know existed. I tilted my head away on instinct, but it only gave him more access—not that I meant to.
Or maybe I did.
“Turn it on.” His tone sharpened, the quiet authority in it grating on my nerves.
I bristled.
My lips parted, ready to throw out another stubborn no just to push him further, but before I could so much as blink, his voice cut through the darkness once more.
“Don’t you dare say no.”
Then, before I could even exhale, he spun me around, his hand landing on my waist. “Turn. It. On.”
So, naturally, I dared. “No.”
Staying in complete and utter darkness wasn’t ideal, but I was willing to endure it—if only to wind him up. This was my own little act of revenge. For the way he let me go. For the way he hurt me. For the way he—
A gasp ripped from my throat as I was suddenly pressed against the wall—not harshly, but firm enough to leave me rattled. My pulse kicked into overdrive, my body reacting before my brain could catch up.
My glare snapped up to meet his, ready to unleash hell—maybe even slap him, again, just for good measure.
Except… I couldn’t.
Want to know why?
Because, in my infinite wisdom, I had turned the bloody light off. And now I couldn’t see a damn thing.
Absolutely hatéd that, by the way.
For f+ck’s sake.
So there I was, trapped between the cold wall and Dominic’s warmth, while outside, the storm raged on—lightning illuminating the room for fleeting seconds, only to be swallowed by darkness again.
His hand skimmed over my arm—slow, deliberate, trailing heat in its wake as it edged towards my phone, still clenched in my grasp.
It might have worked, had I not been as stubborn as the dévil himself. I jerked my arm back, tucking my phone behind me, out of his reach.
He scoffed, then—infuriatingly—chuckled. A deep, rich sound that curled through the air and settled under my skin.
A second later, he released me, stepping back.
“Alright,” he murmured, amusement lacing his voice. “We’ll stay like this, then.”
Okay, this is blóody ridiculous.
Rolling my eyes in utter exasperation, I shoved a few stray strands of hair back, as if they were the source of my frustration. A sharp hiss left my lips.
Darkness wasn’t that bad once you’d been in it for a while—your eyes adjusted, your mind settled. But when you were stuck with someone in that said darkness, with nothing but silence stretching between you, it took on a different weight.
And on a night like this—stormy, brútal, the wind howling against the glass, the rain hammering down in relentless sheets—it felt borderline sinister.
I should have been in my room right now, snuggled under my warmest blanket, reading on my Kindle, or perhaps watching a film. If not sleeping, at least doing something remotely enjoyable. Instead, I was here, listening to the chaos unfurl outside, the clock ticking away in sluggish, torturóus increments.
Bored. Out. Of. My. Mind.
A sudden crack of thunder ripped through the sky, loud and violent enough to make me recoil. My breath caught, heart leaping into my throat. Sod it. Enough of this. With a quiet curse, I flicked on my phone’s torch.
The reaction was instant. And when I say instant, I mean instant.
Dominic’s lips curled into a slow, victorious smirk, his whiskey-coloured eyes gleaming in the dim glow. “Given up? So soon?”
I shot him a glare. “God, I hàte you.”
He nodded, wholly unbothered. “Sure.” Then, as if our exchange hadn’t just been laced with venom, he carried on like nothing had happened. “So, back to the food… What’ll it be?”
A sigh escaped me, my patience wearing thin. I was about to mutter fruits when he added, “The fruits are really good.” His smirk softened into something almost fond. “Rory picked them.”
That name.
That blóody name.
The way he said it—like just uttering it warmed him from the inside out—sent something sharp and unpleasant crawling under my skin.
An emotion I shouldn’t be feeling.
Jealousy.
Oh, for f+ck’s sake. I was jealous. Absolutely livid with myself for being jealous.
“Yeah?” My tone turned mocking, dripping with a sass I didn’t know I possessed. “And which one did Love pick out? The food in the lodge room?”
He shook his head, barely acknowledging my jab. “No. That was all Rory.” Then, all of a sudden, his head tilted ever so slightly, suspicion flickering in his gaze. “Wait. Are you—”
Before he could finish, a voice called out. “Dominic.”
I didn’t need to look up to know who it was.
The sound of hurried footsteps approached, growing louder, more urgent, until she finally reached him. The next thing I knew, Dominic had his arms wide open, embracing her without hesitation.
Not even the fact that she was drenched to the bone seemed to faze him. He simply held her, letting her sob into his shoulder as though she belonged there.
“Hey, hey.” His voice dipped into something softer, something unbearably gentle. His hand stroked her back in slow, soothing circles, and it worked—her sobs eased into hiccups. “What happened?”
Aurora—because of course it was her—sniffled as she pulled away, eyes glistening with fresh tears. “I thought… I thought something had happened to y-you. Your phone was out of reach no matter how many times I called. I was…” She shuddered, either from the cold or the sheer force of her emotions. Likely both. “I was so scared. I thought they’d gotten to you, so I tracked your phone.”
I stiffened.
“They”—as in Dominic’s rivals.
And Dominic, being who he was, didn’t have business rivals. He made sure of that. Which meant one thing.
She knew.
She blóody well knew about his involvement in the mafía.
Who exactly was she to him?
Dominic’s expression darkened. “They can’t get to me.” I couldn’t tell if he was boasting or reassuring her.
“You never know.” Her voice wobbled, thick with unshed tears. “I was terrified, Nic. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”
“You won’t lose me.” The conviction in his tone was unwavering. He cupped her face, wiping away the stray tears clinging to her skin as if each drop was an offence to him. “I promise you, Rory. Not in this life or the next.”
She nodded, as though the weight of his words had steadied her. Then, as if only just realising that Dominic wasn’t alone, she turned slightly, her gaze flickering to me before darting back to him. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were with her. I wouldn’t have come if I had.”
I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to hear that or if she simply had no concept of whispering.
“It’s fine.” Dominic, unfazed, brushed his thumb over her cheek, wiping away the last remnants of her tears. Then, as if something suddenly occurred to him, his brows drew together. “Wait. Did you drive here?”
Oh.
Oh, shít.
The storm outside wasn’t just bad—it was lethal. Roads were flooded, visibility was nonexistent, and yet she’d driven through all that for him.
“Yeah.”
A flicker of something unreadable crossed Dominic’s face before it hardened into something sterner. “Yeah? In this weather? Are you insàne?” His voice took on an edge, his concern bleéding through. “You might not lose me, but I could dàmn well lose you because of your—”
“I only came here because I love you.”
Oh.
Dominic exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. “You risked your life.”
“Because of you.” She huffed, then added with amusement, “And I’ll probably be fined tomorrow.”
His brows furrowed. “And why is that?”
Aurora giggled, a sound light enough to cut through the tension. “The officers on the road told me to stop and turn back home. I didn’t listen.” A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes. “Sped up. Ignored the traffic lights.”
Dominic’s expression warred between exasperation and reluctant pride before it settled into the latter. His lips twitched upwards. “That’s my girl.”
I resisted the overwhelming urge to switch off the torch and let them have their moment in the dark.
“So, will you pay the fine?”
“No.”
“Why not? Your money is my money, right?”
“Héll no. My money is my money, and yours is yours.”
Aurora scoffed something in rapid Russian, her tone full of dramatic betrayal. Then, to my surprise, she turned to me, finally acknowledging my presence. “Hi.”
I blinked. The greeting was so… casual. Like she hadn’t just crashed into the room, soaking wet, crying all over Dominic.
“Hi.” The word came out slow, uncertain, almost unwilling. “Thought I was a ghost for a moment there.”
“Sorry, I was—”
“Too busy clinging to Dominic to notice there was another human being in the room?” Oh, I knew.
I cut her off before she could finish. “It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not.” She took a step towards me, but Dominic caught her wrist, halting her movement.
“Go change first,” he ordered, his tone firm but not unkind. “You’re soaking wet.” Aurora’s head snapped towards Dominic, but he remained utterly unfazed by the glare she shot his way. His voice, low and insistent, cut through the sound of the torrential rain pounding against the windows. “Come on. You’ll catch a cold.”
She turned back to me, her expression instantly softening as she graced me with a smile—warm, lovely, yet fleeting. “I’ll be right back,” she murmured, and then she was gone, disappearing into his office without a second glance.
I remained frozen in place, my gaze fixed on the spot where she had just stood, my thoughts a tangled mess.
If he still loves me, then who the hell is she?
I’d seen her with him in the news a handful of times but never dared to look her up. Of course, I’d been jealous—too jealous to even want to know who the pink-obsessed girl beside him was.
And now, her words echoed in my mind like a taunt—I love you.
Why would she say that?
Why was he so comfortable with her?
Did they have—
“She is my sister.”
Four words. Just four words. And yet, they shattered every single coherent thought in my head. The shock was instant, crawling beneath my skin and leaving a numbing chill in its wake. My breath caught as I slowly lifted my eyes to meet his.
“What?”
Dominic didn’t flinch. His voice was steady, matter-of-fact. “That girl who was just here. The one who hugged me. She’s my sister.”
Confusion slammed into me, knocking the air from my lungs. My mouth opened, but nothing came out.
“She’s my biological sister,” he clarified, as if the first statement hadn’t already left me reeling.
What?!
Dominic nodded, as if reinforcing an undeniable truth. “Aurora is my bloód sister. The same blóod running through my veins runs through hers. She’s my younger sister. So no, nothing of the sort you’re thinking is happening between us. That would not only be disgusting but outright siñful, and I don’t do that.”
His sister.
Aurora M.
Aurora M, who I met in secondary school, who I liked, who had his last name scrawled on her exercise book—back when I never gave it a second thought.
The man I once loved, the man I thought I knew, had a sister. A sister he never deemed important enough to mention.
He never told me. Not once. Not in all the years we were together.
Isn’t that lying by omission?
He had kept me in the dark. Let me drown in my own jealousy, in my own assumptions, all while he knew the truth. And now—only now, when I was trapped here, unable to storm out into the rain—he decided to tell me.
I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “You have got to be kidding.”
TBC📖✍️
