Chapter Five
Isobel
“So, what do you dofor your father?”I asked as I leaned against the car door, waiting for Damien to round the car and join me.
I shifted nervously on my heels, swallowing softly when he got to my front.His gaze was intense, caressing the swells of my breasts that were visible in my plain, dark, strapless minidress.It snatched my upper body like a corset with no sleeves and rested a few inches past my mid-thigh with chunky, stylish drapes.
“I’m my father’s right hand.Think about it as a division of labor.He already has so much to handle, so I oversee things as his assistant and also take care of things and people who prove to be stubborn.”He wasn’t remorseful.He was simply explaining the mechanics behind his work.
My throat tightened.This was such a gray area.I thought I might be falling for this dark, dangerous man, and I shouldn’t be.If only there were a way I could protect my heart from all this.
“God, I want to rip this dress off your body, stuff you in the back seat of this car, and fuck you until you’re sore,” he groaned as his hands found my waist.
“Damien!”My cheeks reddened.
“What?I can’t fuck my wife anymore?”He grinned.It was such a rare sight to see him so relaxed.I didn’t even think he noticed it.
I fought back a smile.“I didn’t say that.That reminds me, you never use a condom when we—you know...”
“Fuck,” he deadpanned.“When we fuck.Don’t be subtle.Say it.You are never subtle when I’m inside you.”He grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed it.
Red exploded all over my face and neck, heating up so hard that I felt it.“Yeah, when we fuck.You should start using one, or I swear to God, I won’t allow you to come near me anymore.”
His fingers softly encircled my throat.I had come to notice that Damien loved to choke me.It gave him a semblance of control.“I won’t have anything between us when I’m fucking my wife.Get used to it.”
“Are you trying to get me pregnant?”I frowned, my spine stiffening as he glided his fingers across it.
He was unfazed by my question.“Yes.”
It was useless trying to argue with Damien.I rolled my eyes.“We should get inside.We don’t want to keep your dad waiting.”
He pressed a kiss to my lips, leading me toward the entrance of the mansion.A few men hung around in stifling black suits, giving me the irks whenever our eyes met.
“Is there anyone I should beware of?”I asked, glancing at him.
Something in his eyes shifted.“That’d be my brother, Luciano.Stay away from him.He doesn’t give a crap about anyone who isn’t Andrea, his wife.He’s obsessed with her.He’d try to get on your nerves.Just ...ignore him.”
He pulled the door open, leading me into the house.The foyer was spotless, reeking of old Italian money vibes.
