to do so.
It’s only then that I notice she’s wearing shorts that ride up her slender legs. But it’s not her clothing choice that captures my attention, it’s the small red lines that mar her perfectly tanned flesh.
She jerks the material of her shorts down, covering her upper thighs, but she can’t hide what I’ve already seen. When I lock my gaze on hers, I see the guilt flashing in those perfectly shiny golden eyes.
“What the fuck was that?” The growl that leaves my mouth is thunder, a storm brewing in my chest, the swirling of rage taking hold of me.
“Nothing.” She pushes me away, scooting off the counter before I have time to react. She rushes for the door, but I find my wits, making me quicker. My hand slams it closed and shuts us inside.
“Don’t fucking lie to me,” I bite out, clenching my teeth so hard that my jaw aches painfully. “What the fuck was that, Nesrin?” I ask again, the fury in my voice is evident. When she looks up at me, under those dark lashes, defiance flashes in her stare. She isn’t going to tell me.
Her hands ball into fists before they slam against my chest, and as much as she tries to push me away, she can’t. I’m stronger, taller, and I’m far more solid than the wild rose that’s trying to fight me away.
“Let me go, Damien.” Her voice cracks, which only seems to make a gash right in the center of my chest.
I shake my head before I tell her, “You’re not leaving here until you explain yourself.”
“You are nothing to me! I’m not here to answer to you!” she screams at me, her voice breaking with emotion. Her eyes that are normally filled with fire are glistening with tears.
I slap the door on either side of her head, shocking her out of whatever fucking hysterical fit she was about to throw, and I lean my head down, so we’re eye to eye.
“Listen to me, I’ve seen a lot of shit in my life,” I tell her. “And that bullshit on your legs is not something I’ll allow.”
“You’ll allow?” she spits out as if I’ve offended her. Perhaps I have. I don’t care. She’s mine. The thought shoots through me without barriers, the knowledge that I want her has settled in my veins. “You have no fucking clue who I am. I am not a possession you can own.”
“Like fuck you aren’t,” I bite out. The air in the room is thick, heavy with the promise that I’m taking and claiming her, and I don’t give a shit who says what about it.
“Damien, I’m not yours. I can’t be. Don’t act like you give a shit about me.” Even though she attempts to square her shoulders to show off her confidence, the emotion falters in the tone of her voice.
“You want this bullshit?” I grab her thigh, squeezing it hard. Her eyes widen, shock sparks in her expression, in those pretty fucking eyes. “You want to get hurt? I’ll hurt you so fucking badly, you’ll never want to pick up a blade again.” My voice lowers to a hushed whisper, and my lips feather along hers. “The only person who’ll ever hurt you is me. And when I do, you’ll beg me for more.”
“You’re a fucking asshole.” Her words are ice, but her eyes dance with flames. “Let me—”
My mouth crashes down on hers, and I feel the tears she’d been holding back spill down her cheeks. I told her last night that this wouldn’t happen again, but I can’t stop myself.
Nesrin punches my chest as she wriggles beneath me, her body pinned between mine and the door. But the more she fights, the darker my need grows, and the harder my cock gets. My hands grip her thighs, squeezing hard until she mewls into my mouth. I lift her up, forcing her legs to wrap around my waist, as her hands continue to pummel me.
Our mouths fuse violently, my tongue darts deep in to taste her. We duel for long moments before I allow my tongue to slide out and taste her mouth. She bites down on my lower lip, tugging the flesh until she earns herself a feral growl.
I’m tempted to pull her clothes off, to inspect her body closely, to taste and lick those scars and see if they bear any resemblance to my own. But I don’t. I force back the growing desire that’s building inside me, and