Page 42 of The Merciless Don's Bride

CHAPTER ELEVEN

DAMIEN

We’ve made a lot of progress in a short time. Things are going exactly as I wanted them to. But for some reason, I can’t get rid of something in the pit of my stomach, warning me that nothing good lasts forever.

I won’t let that happen in relation to Cassie, though. I’ll destroy anything that prevents us from being together. Especially now when so much depends on me finding a way to make this relationship work.

I dress up for the door with only one location in mind. I don’t have much work, so I’ve decided I’ll be spending the day with her. A task that will surely be difficult after what happened last night. I could see the desire in her eyes. Could practically taste it.

She wanted me. And I’m sure that thought scares her.

But I’m not going to allow her to close herself off to me now. I need to help her ease into it. Accept the fact that she is mine.

I head over to her room and knock on her door this time instead of just walking in. We both need to respect each other’s boundaries. But if it gets me a repeat of last night and more, to hell with boundaries. All I want is her in my bed, on top of me, beneath me, in my mouth.

My cock grows hard in my pants. I clear my throat, trying to banish the thoughts of her naked body.

It takes a minute for Cassie to answer the door. When it finally opens, my eyes narrow at the sight of her.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, taking in her red eyes and the lines in her forehead.

She looks tired. And it’s only nine.

“I didn’t sleep well,” she mutters with a soft yawn, leaving the door open, she retreats into the room, sitting on her bed.

I walk inside, my eyes perusing her.

“Why didn’t you sleep well? And why are your eyes red? Have you been crying?”

“No,” she replies. Then she hesitates. “Look I don’t know okay. I’ve been having bad dreams or sad dreams. It happens sometimes.”

My lips press into a thin line. There’s that repressing habit I was worried about. It seems it’s already manifesting in a way that’s causing her harm.

I sigh softly, “Get dressed,bella.”

She looks up at me in surprise.

“What? Why?”

“You and I are going to go somewhere. Wear something loose and comfortable.”

“Do I have to?” she grumbles.

I give her a look that spells ‘I’m not going to repeat myself.’ She huffs out a breath, wrinkling her nose in annoyance but she does get up.

“Do I need to take a shower first? Are we leaving the house?” she questions, looking momentarily excited by the prospect.

I shake my head, feeling bad that I have to squash that hope. She’ll have more freedom after the wedding. But for now, her safety is important, plus, I can’t have her running on me.

“You don’t need to take a shower. You’ll take one after,” I inform her.

She stares at me quizzically, “Okay…”

I sit on the bed while she heads into the closet. Five minutes later she walks out wearing grey joggers and a black top with a silver zip running down the front. The top accentuates her tits, makes them look all the more desirable. A part of me wants to ask her to change and wear something less revealing.

But it would probably do me well not to act too much like a possessive caveman. That being said, I’ll rip the eyes of any man that dares to look twice at her.

“Come on,” I say, gesturing for her to take my hand.

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