Page 80 of My Ruthless Husband

“And what do you see in my eyes, angel?” Never missing a beat, he continues, “Can you see the same in my eyes for her?”

No, I admit to myself with a little shudder. Because that would’ve simply killed me.

“Well, that’s a relief,” He drawls reading my expression. “You still have little faith in me.”

“The jury is still out on that.”

He sighs. “What do you want me to do, River? Be rude to her?”

“No. But you know how I feel about her, the least you can do is maintain distance to respect your wife.” Then I smile ruefully. “But then, you never truly saw me as your wife.”

He doesn’t answer immediately and it hurts. When my eyes start burning, I move toward the door again. This time I’m successful in opening it. But only for a muscular arm to reach over my head to slam it shut.

I stand there, cheeks hot, body trembling from head to toe—in anger or anxiousness I don’t know. His domineering closeness as he stands behind me isn’t helping either.

“You think I want to ruin your father.” He speaks blankly. I stiffen. “You think I had ulterior motives to marry you.” With a hand beneath my breasts, he pulls me back to his chest. “And you’re not wrong.” I jerk but he tightens his grip. My head gets tilted when he buries his face in my hair. “But it doesn’t change the fact that youaremy wife. And I intend to keep it that way.”

“For how long?” I grit my teeth.

“For however long I wish.”

“Why?” I whisper in dismay.

“Because I want you. Only you. And I know you want me just as much.”

“That doesn’t mean I will jump into bed with you, Damian.”

“You are not leaving anytime soon. Your friend’s well-being is in your hands. So while you’re with me, why don’t you allow yourself to have me?”

I shiver. Damian lets out a satisfied grunt and lowers his head to the side of my neck. Another shiver courses through me as his lips brush against the sensitive skin, and goosebumps erupt all over.

“You’re trembling.”

“Because I hate you.”

A gasp escapes my lips when his teeth graze my skin. I dig my nails in his steel arm that’s still snugly placed under my breasts with every intention to push him away but I end up holding on for dear life.

This is not right! “Get away from me!” I try to wrench his arm off me but I’m no match to Damian’s strength. He dares to laugh then bites the shell of my ear. I screw my eyes shut because that little action evokes intense throbbing between my legs.

With his free hand, he clasps my fingers that were clawing at his skin and lifts it to his mouth. I bite my lower lip when he brushes soft kisses over my fingers. I must’ve whimpered because he turns me swiftly to face him.

His eyes burn with naked lust and triumph. “Remember the day you begged to come to this gala? You said, ‘Treat me like your wife.’” Then he stuns me by lowering his head and placing a soft kiss against my cheek.

“This is me treating you like awife.” He begins to lean down to kiss me on the mouth but I tilt my head back. “If we’re revisiting that day, let’s not sidestep the part where you said, ‘I have an insatiable sexual appetite, and you were always available.’ Or did that slip your mind?”

“I remember my words. I don’t need a reminder.”

“So you meant them?” My voice is so low I’m not sure he heard it. But then his expression changes.

“Things haven’t changed,” he says, abruptly stepping back. “What I said was true. I’m a busy man and you were always available. I come to you when I need you.”

“Then what was all that talk about wanting only me?”

He sighs. “I wasn’t lying. Why do you think I fly back and forth so frequently?” Because he wants me. Just me. But only for sex.

Damian knows that he is my weakness and he doesn’t hesitate in the least to exploit it.

I have to learn to make my weakness my strength. Like him, I have to learn to seduce and manipulate to get my way. I can’t resist him. But he can’t resist me either. And we both know that.

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