Page 79 of My Ruthless Husband

He shrugs a shoulder, the movement so casual it almost makes him seem human. But I know better. He’s not human. He’s the devil incarnate.

“I’m enjoying this new side of yours. It’s… cute.”

A hot flush stains my cheeks. “It’s not cute! And this isn’t new. I was always like this.”

“I beg to differ.” He reaches out to touch my heated cheek with his cool fingertips.

“You don’t know me, Damian,”Or you wouldn’t have hurt me tonight like you did.“And I certainly don’t know you or anything about you. We were strangers before and we are strangers now.”

“Not in our bed,” he says smoothly.

“But that ship has sailed too!”

“Is that a challenge, angel?” He takes a step forward.

“I’m not your angel!”

“Come here, and I’ll show you.” Though the words were a command, he didn’t wait for me to obey. His strong hands found my waist, pulling me firmly against him. He then buries his face in the sensitive nook of my neck, “that you are my sweet,” he kisses my neck, “innocent but eager,” another kiss, “angel.”

I grow still when I feel his hardness against my lower belly. I push at his chest. “I refuse to be your plaything!” I keep pushing until he releases me. “If you are so desperate to get laid, you might want to go back to Gianna because thisinnocent but eagerangel has had enough—” His mouth claims mine with the kind of kiss that can only be defined as punishment. And all hell breaksloose inside me. Only Damian can do this to me. Punishing me and yet managing to ignite a fire in me.

In the chaos of my emotions, my senses go crazy. The surprise, the intense fury, this deep-seated disgust, and my lust for this man all crashing into each other. I bring my hands up to push him away but he covers and flattens them against his hard chest while his tongue sensually slides against mine, making me quiver.

His heart is slamming hard against my palm. It means I’m not the only one affected here…

This is wrong! Don’t let him do this to you!

Common sense kicks in, and I squirm and wriggle against him to break free. I fight him, my fingernails digging in his chest. He groans deep in his throat and I find myself fighting harder while kissing him back now.

With a growl, I bite his lower lip hard. Arousal dampens my panties when he lets out a masculine growl and deepens the kiss some more. I don’t know who’s winning and who’s losing. My bites weren’t supposed to turn him on more!

Damian and I never fought in bed. Sex was always about him dominating me and me submitting to him because I loved it just like that. But now… this sparring has ignited something new. Something that is untamable.

My head tilts backward as he leaves my hands to draw me tightly against him. The action arches my back and I shiver when my pebbled nipples crush into the solid wall of his chest.

A sudden knock shatters the moment. We break apart abruptly and I fall heavily against the wall behind me. I stare dizzily up at Damian, breasts heaving, body shaking, and lips most probably swollen.

“Don’t… do that again!” I manage to spit out between breaths.

His nostrils flair and the predatory look in his black eyes sharpens as he drags me back against him to do just that when there’s another knock. This time followed by Hal’s voice.

“Leave.” He snaps, silencing him. Then glares down at me before lowering his head. I cover his lips with my palm.

“Don’t manipulate me into forgetting what happened by kissing me!”

He removes my hand from his mouth with a frown. “Gianna is not and has never been my lover. When are you going to believe it, woman?”

“Then what was she doing out there with you? Clinging to you like a snake to a tree!”

He dares to laugh. Damian. Laughed. Before I can get over that, he breaks the moment by speaking. “We didn’t cross paths in years. She came over to say hello. That’s all.”

I scoff and he grips my upper arms. “I’m your husband, River.Yours. It’syourfinger I put a ring on.Youshare my bed and yet you are obsessed with her because I had dinner with her years ago.”

Yes, I am obsessed. Because I saw you smiling at her your precious smile. It still hurts to think that you could easily give it to her when it was me who craved it. Who deserved it. Who lived and dreamed for it.

I lower my eyes. But he is having none of it. With fingers under my chin, he lifts my gaze back to him. “You need to get over it, angel. This is not healthy.”

I stiffen. “You are blind if you can’t see the naked desire in her eyes for you!”

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