Chapter Three
Isobel
Agiant rock of tensionfollowed us back home.It was stifling, suffocating, and felt like it was breathing down my neck as we approached what would be my new house.
My hell.
By the time he pulled over in the garage, I was ready to bolt out of the car.I wanted to change out of my wedding dress into something softer.I wanted to be away from him.
I could hear his footsteps falling in sync behind me as I headed straight for the room.I pushed the door open, but I didn’t bolt it because I knew he was right behind me.
I glanced around the room, twisting and pulling at my wedding ring.“You never showed me my room.”
“That’s because you don’t have one,” he deadpanned.
I spun around to meet his heated gaze.He slowly undid his cuff links like he had all the time in the world, his eyes never leaving mine.
“What do you mean?”My voice was hard.There was no way in hell I was sleeping in the same room with this man.I would lose my mind.
“This is our matrimonial bedroom.”He gestured around.“You’ll sleep here with me on that bed.It’s best if you get used to it.I’m not doing any of that separate room bullshit with you.”
My heart sank.
“You-you never mentioned that.”My voice trembled.
“You didn’t ask.”He stalked forward.
“Well, I’m asking now.”I stood my ground.“I want my own room.I deserve my privacy.”
Damien smirked, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.It only made his features more prominent and attractive.It was cold and mocking.
“No.”
“What do you meanno?”
“You are my wife.There’s nothing like privacy in this marriage.”He spat out the words like they burned his tongue.
“I’m not comfortable being in the same space as you!”I defended myself.
He inched forward, his steps precise and calculated as though he’d pounce on me like a predator if I dared to flinch.His approaching imposing presence made me move backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed, and I dropped onto it like a sack of bones.
