"Damien, don't."
"We're married now, WIFE." I lean down and run my nose along the side of her neck.
"Get the fuck off of me." She brings her hands up to push me away, but I grab them, overpowering her and pinning her arms above her head against the door. This is the reaction I was hoping for.
"I was generous with you. I listened to your father and kept my hands to myself for two months. I don't have to grant you that mercy anymore. You should show me how thankful you are for allowing you those few months of solace."
"I won't."
"You will, or I may have to pay a visit to your little friend, Avery. You remember her, don't you? That best friend who hasn't heard from you in months now. She would be so quick to jump at any opportunity to see you again, wouldn't she?"
"Don't hurt her," shechokes out. Tears threaten to spill down her cheeks. That's it; give me those tears and all of your fear.
"Do as you're fucking told." I push her to her knees and grab her hair. She left it down today in loose curls, which was a mistake. My fingers easily spread through her brown locks as I pull her face toward my cock. I'm so hard it’s pushing up against the zipper of my pants.
"Damien, don't make me do this," she begs, but it only makes me harder.
I yank her head back and use my free hand to drag down my zipper. Just as I slip my hand into my pants to pull my cock out, there's a light tapping on the door behind us. I grit my teeth. How dare they interrupt us.
"We're busy celebrating," I yell, hoping they go away.
"Damien?" It's Natasha calling out from the other side. "Gabriel sent me to gather you and Callie. The photographer needs to start taking pictures."
"Fuck pictures," I mutter while pulling up on her hair. "Get up and go fix your face. This will have to wait until later because, apparently, your father has us on a schedule. You have three minutes to make yourself presentable again."
She runs away in a rush, and I hear her heaving in the bathroom. Good, I like that I make her sick. It’s going to be so much fun breaking her.
She comes back to me with a stone face as if nothing happened, so I grab her hand to pull her toward the door. "Let's get this over with. The shit I have to sacrifice for your father is going to stop very soon."
Chapter 12
Callie
Pretending to enjoy myself during this reception is torture. As the night comes to an end and people start to wind down, I have to face the fact that Barrett, Kyler, and Sebastian didn't come for me. Even thinking of having to endure Damien alone has me terrified. I told myself I wouldn't let it come to this. Yet here I am, in a wedding dress, with nothing left to do but bide my time and wait for him to ruin me.
I found a seat near the outskirts of the dance floor and have been watching everyone for the last ten minutes or so. I catch sight of Soren in the crowd, and my heart begins to race. It’s time. They’re getting me out. He slowly makes his way over to me, and I have to force myself to stay calm.
"You look lovely," he says while glancing around cautiously.
"Nobody can hear us. They're all too focused on saying goodbye to each other. Is it time?"
"We can't get you out tonight." He wastes no time crushing all of my hopes.
My stomach drops, and I feel the unrelenting sense of dread begin to consume me. This isn't happening. The only reason I even went through with the wedding today is because I was expecting them topull me out of here before tonight became an issue.
"It's not ideal, I know." He sighs like this is an inconvenience to him.
"Not ideal? Damien is going to force himself on me tonight. You realize that, right? He already tried earlier after the ceremony."
His face winces, and he shakes his head. "I'm sorry, Callie, but there's no way we can do it tonight without risk. Every single member of Rogue's guard is here in attendance, and your father still has everyone on high alert. Tomorrow, everyone will be relaxed, hungover, and sloppy. The celebrations will be over. Your father and Damien will both think they got what they wanted."
I try not to cry. If anyone is watching us, I can't let them see how much his words are upsetting me. My lip twitches, but I push the feelings away.
"The guys already laid into me, but tomorrow, everyone will think the threat has passed. Sebastian can sneak in as people are leaving. I'll try to run interference for you tonight."
I look at him, eyes filled with dread. "Interference?"
"I have a diversion planned to pull him away from the compound."