Page 86 of My Ruthless Husband

Gently laying me down in the center of our bed, he stands towering over me. “You are mine.”

I say nothing.

“Every fiber of your being will scream ‘I’m yours’ by the time I’m through with you, angel.”

“You sure about that?” I ask but cry out in surprise when he grips my legs and yanks me forward until I’m flat on my back. And before I know it, my wrists are held above my head in a steel like hold as he looms over me.

The look in his eyes makes me wetter than I was. And I have been wet since he chased me at the gala and kissed me stupid.

“I’m not scared of you, Damian,” I breathe.Stop torturing me and kiss me already!I tell him with my eyes.

As if he can read my thought, he arches his brows. Is he going to make me confess it out loud? My heart begins thumping. Well, he and his hot body can get lost. I want him. Too much. Probably more than air. But I am not going to let him walk all over me again.

“Let me g—” He sweeps down and cut the words off with another one of his demanding kisses. I moan in relief against his lips, my body spreading, melting under him.

Still pinning me to the mattress with one hand securing my wrists, he uses the other to lift my gown.

I wiggle my hands until he loosens his grip. I use that opportunity to tug them completely free and shove them under his jacket and push it off his broad shoulders. I throw the expensive jacket carelessly away without breaking the kiss.

Then I tear at his bow tie, halting briefly when he yanks me up in a sitting position. The sharp sound of the zipper pierces the air a second before his calloused hand touches my naked back. I shiver and gasp, breaking the kiss. He nips at my jaw then moves toward my neck.

My eyes roll back in my head as his rough kisses travel around my throat and collarbone. Throwing the bow tie, I tilt my head back, giving him access. Moaning and whimpering, I let him devour my neck. Then become hungry for my own share so I lean back to kiss his jaw. Once, then twice. Before I can kiss him for the third time, I find myself on my back on the mattress and being kissed within an inch of my life. He pushes my legs apart, bunching the gown to my waist as he moves between them.

He grinds his hardness against me and we both groan. “It’s been too fucking long,” he tips his head up as he grinds against my soaked panties again.

I reach up and touch his face. My heart beats harder when he turns his face and kisses my palm. I stare at him, my breathingshallow. He looks down, his eyes appear more darker as his gaze moves over me like a hot caress. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

Something moves in my chest. I grab his hair and pull his face down. I kiss him earnestly. With an enthusiasm of a starving woman. Framing his face with my small hands, I feel so feminine, so tiny beneath this powerful man.

I’ve just locked my legs around his hips when suddenly there’s a knock at our bedroom door.

“Sir?” The muffled voice is of Hal.

Damian lifts his head and we both stare at each other. “Guess Hal is never off duty,” I mumble, unable to hide my disappointment.

“He won’t disturb unless it’s absolutely necessary.” He kisses my forehead before pushing himself off me but then stops.

When he keeps staring down at me, I frown. “What?”

He doesn’t say anything, simply runs his fingers over my naked thighs and down my legs that are still wrapped around him. “Oh.” I quickly release him and right my gown. I move to sit when he shoves me back. “Stay there. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Then he’s gone. Before he can shut the door behind him, I hear his hard voice snapping, “This better be fucking important.”

I lie there like an obedient little wife for a good ten seconds before jerking up in a sitting position. Hugging the dress to my chest, I frown. He can’t order me around.

I get up on wobbly legs and head to the bathroom. The days of me waiting for him are long gone. Now, we are going to switch roles. Now, he’ll wait for me if he wants me.

???

I don’t remember falling asleep but Damian wasn’t in bed when I woke up the next morning. Which wasn’t uncommon.

But when I pressed my palm against his side of the bed, the cool and unwrinkled sheets told me he never came back to bed last night.

The anger rose at the thought of him working all night in his home office. I was frustrated. Damian had me all hot and bothered and just left. For a second, I contemplated touching myself to relieve some tension but quickly changed my mind.

If he can survive without having me then so can I.

After a quick shower, I got dressed in a cozy gray cashmere turtleneck sweater, paired with dark tailored trousers and went looking for him.

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