Damian growls under his breath and takes the two steps closer until our faces are nearly touching.
“You can be as pissed at me as you want, but I’m not going to have you accuse me of that,” he tells me. “I’m here because I want your trust. If I just wanted to play you, I would’ve given Eivor Fiorelli the information he wanted when he confronted me earlier and threatened me if I don’t get it.”
I swallow hard and ignore the salty taste of my own tears on my lips.
“I would’ve given him the pictures and you’d be hearing about this from him. Do you honestly believe that I’d do that, Alessio?”
I just stare at him glossy eyed and angry.
“Because if you think I’m that kind of man…” he shakes his head.
I suck in a deep breath before I speak. “I don’t,” I admit. “I don’t think you’re that kind of man. I never would’ve let you in if I did.”
“If I was that kind of man, I’d have just forced my way in,” he agrees.
I shake my head. “I don’t just mean my penthouse,” I tell him. My voice lowers.
Damian looks back at me knowingly. “I never intended to let you in,” he admits.
“Neither did I,” I say. “But here we are. Here I am standing in front of a man who lied to me. Who betrayed my trust. Who went through my father’s fucking office and found a dark secret that no one was ever supposed to know about. Who expects me to just…trust him.”
“I don’t expect you to just t—” Damian starts, but I cut him off.
“Shut the fuck up,” I stop him. “It doesn’t matter, because I do.”
Damian stares at me.
“I trust you with my life, Damian. And I hate that I do, because I shouldn’t. It’s dangerous to trust a man whose gun belongs to the enemy with your life.”
“You’re married to the enemy,” he reminds me.
I can’t help but laugh in frustration. “I’m so fucked, Damian,” I tell him. “So maybe it doesn’t matter.”
“It matters,” Damian insists. He steps closer to me. “Can I touch you?” he asks.
I inhale shakily. “Please.” As much as I want to shove him away from me, I also want to be closer to him. It’s a very conflicted feeling.
Damian grabs me by the face. “This matters,” he says. “I don’t know why. Don’t know how…but it does. And I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that you can trust me. No one is going to touch you, not while I’m here.”
“Then you better stay here for a while,” I whisper as I lean down closer to him. He keeps his hold on my face until I move in even closer and his hand slides down to my throat. I quickly reach up and grab him by the throat.
“I’m in charge tonight,” I tell him. My voice rough and stern. “You betrayed my trust; I think you deserve a punishment.”
I can feel Damian’s throat move as he swallows. “What do you have in mind?” he asks.
I smirk and step in closer.
“I want to feel you squirm,” I say. My hand tightens around his throat and I pull him closer by it until our lips smash together. I kiss him hard and deep, not wasting any time. As I feel Damian melt into me and kiss me back with just as much vigor, it makes my entire body light up with energy. Every part of me is covered in goosebumps.
I shove my tongue into his mouth and dominate his tongue in rough swirling motions. Every ounce of anger and frustration I’m feeling toward the situation is poured into this kiss.
Damian wraps his hands around my waist and despite being so big and strong, I can feel the way he submits to me. He lets me crush my mouth to his and completely take him over.
I use my other hand to grab him by the back of his hair and grip tightly. He moans into my mouth and I feel heat shoot straight down into my cock.
“Do you like being dominated?” I ask him when I break the kiss for air. “Huh? Do you like when another man puts you on your knees?”
I let go of his throat and grab his hair so tightly that he’s forced to lean forward slightly.
