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~ ANASTASIA ~

My breath catches in my throat as my brain stops working for some minutes. He continues to drag me towards his place instead.

But soon enough, I try to yank my hand away from his but his grip only tightens. “You don't get to decide that for me.” I say, my voice shaking.

I left that fucking mansion so I could have a place for myself. And now, after having a taste of what liberation feels like, I can't allow it to get snatched just like that.

“How do you expect the greek and the Irish to believe that we are united if not for us living together?”

I swallow the lump in my throat knowing I couldn't argue my way out of this situation because the bastard has a point. But… I can't give up just like that. Or can I?

“What about —”

“Anastasia.” He calls, his voice dropping to a low edge and I don't know, but the way he called my name sends some odd tingles straight to my core and I suddenly get the urge to rub my thighs together.

I nod and he takes that as a sign to release my hand. I glance back at the car before lifting my gown to follow him.

The cold night air blows some of the curls which the make-up artist had left into my mouth and I squint my eyes until we enter the receptionist area of the penthouse.

I clear my throat. “Y… you said my stuffs has been moved, right?”

He hums, walking towards the elevator with his back muscles flexing with every steps. I follow, watching as he scans his thumbprint and steps in. I gulp and follow him until we are the only one in the confined space.

The elevator is huge enough to fit ten people but I don't even know how to explain why my feet stays rooted on the ground. I stare back at my reflection, holding my breath as I feel the temperature increasing or maybe it's just my mind.

There's so much sudden heat and I slowly lick my lips nervously.

Damien clears his throat and I glance at him in the mirror.

“You can finally stare at me openly now.” He says in a deep vibrating voice and I can feel tingles going down my spine. “You don't have to be a peeping tom any longer.”

“In your dreams.” I bite back.

He fully faces me and I swallow a lump in my throat fixing my gaze on the mirror and acting oblivious to his looming existence.

Then, he grabs my chin and slowly turns my head to his until my eyes meet his and I chew the insides of my mouth nervously. His eyes are brown, so brown that they remind me of my favourite chocolate. And I've always thought of brown as a bland color but his…his, have a sort of black ring surrounding them and they have specs of gold and black in them.

I gulp again when I feel his eyes trailing down from my eyes to my neck and I turn my face to my side. Harshly, his hand surrounds my neck and I gasp but don't turn to him when he pulls me closer until his hot breath fans my right cheek.

“Look at me.” He orders.

I swallow a lump in my throat as knots form in my stomach. He squeezes my neck but I dare not look into his eyes again. They said one's eyes are the window to their soul but it was like I couldn't stare into his soul and he was the one that was staring into mine instead. I feel naked and to be honest, I think I will lose myself if I stare at them any longer.

“Look at me.” He repeats again and I shiver.

This isn't right.

He squeezes my neck again as his thumb moves to push my chin until I'm facing him again but I stare at his forehead instead of his eyes.

He chuckles. “You wouldn't want to see what happens in my dreams, babe.”

Then, he leans in, squeezing my neck until I feel like he really wants to strangle me to death. And at that moment, his lips meet mine. My eyes almost pop out of their sockets as he captures my bottom lip between his teeth. My knees suddenly feel weak and I almost buckle but his hands snake around my waist, pressing me into him.

The kiss is hungry and wild. It is as if he's trying to take away the remaining air in my lungs. I struggle against his hold, seething. He's not supposed to kiss me. This is pure violation of… a moan slips past my throat when I feel his tongue slipping into my mouth.

He smiles into the kiss, kissing me with more vigor. The elevator finally dings and I grab his hand, trying to peel his strong grip away from my neck but he only squeezes my neck tighter and in a moment of self preservation, I bite his lip. Hard.

So hard that I can taste blood. And that finally did the trick because he leans back and releases his hold on my neck. My butt meets the elevator's floor while I huff and pant for air. But the elevator's slight metallic, chemical scent, and the smell of his cologne fills my nostrils instead.

His thumb slowly grazes his lip and he brings it back to his face to check the blood. My eyes widen in panic when his lips stretch into a sadistic smile. He locks eyes with me as he slowly brings the thumb to his mouth and sucks. And I use my nails to scratch the metal floor, trying to keep myself from lunging at him.

Then, he releases it with a pop and his tongue peeks out to lick his lips.

I inhale deeply, closing my eyes while trying to regain my composure. Then, with a final sigh, I pull my gown and stand up, shooting him a harsh glare.

“Don't ever try that with me again.” I snap.

He gives me a side glance as he steps out of the elevator. “You don't get to tell me what to do.”

“Damien!” I march after him, seething.

“Yes baby?”

I sigh, rolling my eyes.

“You are nuts.”

He turns to me, a sadistic glint in his eyes. “Anything you say, baby.”

I stop and hit my forehead with my palm in disappointment. It's about to be a long…day. And one that I didn't sign up for.

That kiss will be his third and last mistake. I'm sure he thinks he's got the upper hand. He's got no clue what's coming for him and I'm just dying to show him.

By the time I'm done with him, he will file a divorce. And if push turns to shove, one of us won't come out alive.