Page 50 of Bound By Longing

“I was doing some digging into your family.”

“Why?”

“Why not? It’s good to know information. He left the ballet the night he died. You were performing with your sisters. I want to know how you feel about that?”

“Why does that matter?”

“Because, Mila, you’ve come here demanding answers. You want to know how I really feel. I’m not a vulnerable man. So, I need something vulnerable from you first.”

I shake my head, tears threatening to spill over. “I can’t talk about that,” I whisper.

“You can.”

I gasp. Damien’s expression is steady. Secure. “I made a mistake. On stage. And he left. And then he was killed by a robber. Does that make you happy?”

“I don’t want to see you cry.” He approaches me, his hands settling on my face. His thumbs wipe away my tears as they come out.

“I need to know, Damien. Do you like me?”

“I like you.”

My heart flutters, and so does my stomach and lower. “Do you want to be with me?”

“I know I want to take you in my heart and show you pleasure.”

“So, then, why don’t you?”

“You want to be married, and I’m not sure I can offer that.”

“But if you want me,” I say, “then you will.”

His eyes darken slightly before he leans down and kisses me with an intensity that leaves me breathless. My hands clutch his shoulders while his hands wrap around my back. We’re chest to chest. I gasp when he kisses down my throat.

“I didn’t come here for this,” I manage to say.

“Then what did you come here for?”

He smirks when I don’t answer, then kisses me again. He backs me up into the living room.

“Damien,” I murmur as he kisses my jaw. His hands squeeze my waist, and he lowers me onto the couch. “We can’t have sex. I have to be a virgin on my wedding night.”

“We can do other things that won’t make you lose your virginity.” With those words, he rips my pants down my legs. This is all happening so fast.

But I don’t want it to stop.

Damien kneels on the ground and pulls my hips to the edge of the couch. My body is singing. It’s electric. It’s on fire. And all I can feel is a deep throbbing sensation between my legs.

“You came here,” he says, his fingers touching the edge of my underwear, “because you wanted to know how much I want you. I fucking want you, Mila.” He tugs my underwear down and all the way off, and I don’t stop him. “And now, I’m going to show you how much I want you.”

He shoves my legs wide and presses his hand onto my vulva. I softly cry out, my hips arching up of their own accord. Damien chuckles as he removes his hand. “You’re wet for me. Do you trust me, Mila?”

Not at all. This man will break my heart if I’m not careful.

But I’m not fully innocent. I knew coming here tonight would lead to something. I just wasn’t sure exactly what.

I do trust Damien not to physically hurt me, though. He’s saved me too many times for me to doubt that.

So, I nod.

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