Page 63 of My Ruthless Husband

Maxwell moves with precision, ensuring every detail of my outfit fits flawlessly. The team works in sync.

As the final touches are applied, I’m led to the full-length mirror.

I’m taken aback by the breathtaking transformation before me. The gown I’m wearing is a work of art—an off-the-shoulder sequin masterpiece in a shade of English violet. The high leg slit gives it a bit of a flirtatious edge, and the fringe on the straps sways with every step I take.

My curly hair, now more glossy than ever complements the gown perfectly.

The team has outdone themselves, leaving me feeling like a vision. When I thank them, they just brush it off, saying my husband paid them well. I can’t help but wonder. Why would he go to such lengths? All I did was ask him to take me with him.

I shake my head internally. How could I forget? To the world, he's the multi-billionaire, and tonight, I am going with him. All eyes are going to be on us. He is just making sure I look the part. His shiny trophy wife.

Maxwell and others are still fawning over my dress when Hal interrupts them. “Ma’am, it’s time to go.”

“Is Damian back from work?”

“Yes, ma’am. He returned not long ago. He’s all set to leave and is waiting for you outside.”

The thought of him seeing me in this dress makes my heart race, no matter how hard I try to ignore it.

As soon as I enter the hallway, my feet halt.

Damian stands in the foyer near the vast swan centerpiece. He must’ve heard us because he turns, and I forget how to breathe.

He looks magnificent in a tux and expensive loafers. He always looked breathtaking but tonight standing under the chandelier, he looks like a Greek god.

No one would ever guess that this man had just worked for twelve hours straight before coming home and still managed to summon the energy to get ready and look this good.

I swallow thickly when our eyes lock. But it’s too much so I focus on the white shirt he is wearing. Damian always prefers black so it’s a change seeing him wearing white underneath the jacket. I focus on it as I draw closer.

I can feel his eyes on me. Like fire, his gaze burns my skin as he keeps watching. My cheeks redden.

With each step, the distance between us narrows, and my heart races in anticipation.

As if he couldn’t wait, Damian covers the distance in four long strides. There’s a look of raw hunger in his eyes as he runs them up and down my body.

Gripping my chin, he tilts my face to meet his dark eyes. “You look stunning.” Then he kisses me, plunging his tongue in my mouth, tasting me and ruining my lipstick. It’s quick but thorough. When he pulls back, his eyes are wild. “I want to take you back to our bedroom and fuck you till we both pass out.”

My breath catches, and I stare at him, wide-eyed, too stunned to even form a response. He’s looking at me as if he is seriously contemplating to follow his urges. I lower my eyes but he doesn’t let me hide and lifts my chin again.

He runs his thumb over my swollen lips. “I ruined your lipstick.”

He did because I can see the proof all overhislips. Magically, Hal provides a box of tissue to Damian to wipe it off his lips.In the next second, the makeup artist is by my side fixing my lipstick.

“Do you need a glass of water? You look like you’re going to pass out.” The lady says as she finishes applying a fresh coat of lipstick to my lips.

Damian snorts and I glare at him. But I’m mortified when Hal offers me a small bottled water. “I’m fine.” I snap and rush out.

I hear Damian releasing a dark laughter behind me and I curse myself for not gauging his eyes off when he kissed me.

???

“You can’t do that.” I snap when he climbs inside the limousine.

“Do what?”

“I’m not going to sleep with you, Damian.” I don’t know why but I felt the need to say it again. Even if a small part of me realizes that I would welcome him in my body without an ounce of hesitation, I also know that it would be a bad idea.

His dark gaze lands on me. “But you do. Every night.” I flinch. He continues, “In my arms.”

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