Semua Bab Vended to Don Damon: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Gary? I hadn’t seen this one around before.Gary turned to look at Damon, his shoulders tensed. “What?”“You all can leave now. Marcus, send out word, and schedule a meeting for tonight.”I stepped through his office door to see his henchmen staring at him in shock.I managed a small smile of victory, which I hid from them, to avoid being shot by antagonistic folks. My heart jingled from side to side in a little victory dance.Damon had sent them out for my sake.As they curtsied slightly and started to file out of the office, their malicious gazes stabbing me, I finally looked up at Damon, and all traces of victorious excitement disappeared.His gaze, icy gray, stabbed into me, probing, dissecting.But that wasn’t my problem. His face was covered in bruises, marring his unearthly beauty.“W-what happened?” I asked, my legs carrying me forward, closer to his desk. “Your face..it’s..”He ignored my question and my obvious concern, harshly bringing me back to reality. I was in no place

Damon’s POV“Tape his fucking mouth,” I ordered, wiping the blood that splattered across my face as I stepped back.“And as if that was not enough,” I continued, stepping forward once his mouth had been firmly taped, “you went to tattle to your Russian brothers after I beat your sorry arse.” I cocked a brow. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”I was already getting tired of the bloody mess, so I decided to speed things up. “You put your hands on my girl, and all I did was just beat you up a little bit, and you involve those Russian pricks over that? Weren’t you supposed to be thankful I didn’t kill you then?”His muffled cries echoed around the wide space, grating on my nerves.Fucking prick.“Now, you’re going to watch me carve out your stupid heart. An eye for an eye, right? That girl, my girl, the one you put your hands on…she has my heart, and you touched it.” I ground my teeth together. “You touched what’s mine..so it’s only right I reciprocate. But the thing is, I’m going to do

Damon’s PovI was biding my time, building up her sensuality…I wanted to make her first time special and memorable…something she wouldn’t forget in a hurry. I wanted her to feel pleasure to the very last bits when I finally took her, and I wondered why I even cared.My groin stirred at my impure thoughts, and I decided it was time to leave her room. As I turned to go, she stirred in her sleep, and the movement caused the white sheets atop her petite body to slip downwards, shoving her perfect tits in my face.I sucked in my breath sharply at the sight of her naked body gleaming in the moonlight, frozen to the spot.Did she always sleep stark naked?God, this girl would be the death of me.I reached out to touch her, feel her, and I stopped myself just in time, realizing that would be a mistake I might not recover from.Struggling with my swollen head, I turned and walked out of her room.There will always be a next time.****Iris’s POVHis fingers skimmed beneath the waistband of my

Iris’s POVHis words stung more than I expected, and I huffed. “I don’t need your help. I’ve got this,” I responded, ignoring his outstretched palm.“Don’t be stubborn about this. You look weak as fuck already, and would probably pass out soon. Just take my hand.”“And why would you care? I should get stronger and protect myself.”A slew of curses flew out of his mouth then,—in a language I barely recognized, probably Italian—and I shrank back in fear at the expression on his face.He looked angry…very angry.I clamped my mouth shut, refraining from angering him further.“We’ll make the rest of this journey down with you on my back, and I’m not asking. So, stay where you are, I’ll come get you.”“Okay.” I had just put out my right foot to steady myself on the rock beneath me, so I could balance myself properly and wait for him to climb back up and pick me—I looked around me, wondering how he’d be able to carry me on his back and climb down the slippery trail. It didn’t seem like an ac

Iris’s POVMy wrist burned from just how much he gripped it. Possessively. Fearfully. I almost thought they would fall off.We were on our way to where his car was parked, at the foot of the hiking trail.“Were you going to burn the church down if they didn’t let you through?” I asked, although I already knew the answer to that question deep down.Damon was a ruthless man, I knew that. And this very fact answered my question.And of course, he ignored my question, and my entire existence on the ride home, which kinda infuriated me.He seemed broody, a stormy anger brewing underneath the surface of his rock-hard visage.Why would he be angry? If anyone should be angry, I believe that would be me. I was the one that fell…and that was his fault.He had taken me on that stupid hike, when I didn’t ask, and had sheepishly refused to give me a helping hand.I kept sighing all the way home, but he didn’t look back at me even once. I was just the ignored passenger princess.We got to the manor