“Not at all,” he mutters while smirking as if he knows something I’m not aware of.
I take another step closer to him and stare him down until he glances away. “You’re welcome to leave,” I murmur darkly. “In a body bag.” His eyes snap back to mine, and I see a glimmer of fear. “I’m not Patrick Hemsley or Cillian. Don’t fuck with me.”
Petro nods and wisely backs a step away from me. “Yes, Sir.”
I make my way back to the house, and reaching Cillian’s room, I murmur, “Winter, come here.”
She lets go of Cillian’s hand, and when she steps out into the hallway, I shut the door, so Dana won’t hear us talk.
Winter gives me a questioning look, then asks, “What’s wrong?”
“I went to check on the guards, and one gave me attitude.” The more I think about the incident, the more I wish I had just killed him. I won’t tolerate insubordination. “How well do you know them?”
“Well enough. Which one do you have a problem with?”
“Petro. He’s stationed by the piers.”
I watch as Winter’s eyes widen, then she quickly says, “I’ll take care of him. Don’t worry about it.”
Tilting my head, my heartbeat begins to speed up. My voice is a low warning as I ask, “Is there something I should know?” Winter steps closer to me and places her hand on my arm as if she’s trying to placate me. My expression hardens. “Don’t dare lie to me. Have you fucked him?”
“It was before you –”
I walk away before she can finish the sentence and rush out of the house in the direction of the piers. Anger burns through my veins. Every time I start to think about that fucker with my wife, even if it was before she married me, unreasonable rage engulfs me.
“Damien!” I hear Winter call behind me.
Halfway there, I pull my gun from behind my back, and my finger hovers over the trigger. With every step I take, the rage burns hotter, like an inferno incinerating all logic, until my vision tunnels on the three men ahead of me.
“Damien, wait!” Winter catches up to me and grabs hold of my arm.
I shrug her off, and one dark glare from me is enough for her to stop walking.
Jasper notices me first and quickly says something to the other two. As Petro’s head snaps in my direction, I raise the gun, and I don’t stop walking until the barrel is pressed against his skull.
“You fucked my wife?”
He just stares at me as fear pales his face.
Without a second thought, I pull the trigger, then I turn my gaze to Phil. “Has anyone else on this island fucked her?”
“No, Sir,” he answers immediately.
“Dispose of the body,” I growl the order.
“Yes, Sir.”
I walk back to where Winter’s standing, her eyes wide on me. Stopping right in front of her, my voice is low with anger, “I better be the only man alive who’s fucked you.”
“You are,” she breathes.
It’s only then the rage begins to lose its potency, and I breathe through the rest of the anger until I’m in control of my emotions.
“You’re the only one I love. I haven’t loved before you,” Winter says, a pleading look on her face.
The words help calm me, and I reach for her neck, wrapping my fingers around her throat. I pull her to me, and Winter tilts her head back to keep eye contact with me.
Her hands find my sides, and she grips hold of my shirt. “There’s only you, Damien.”
Leaning down, I claim her mouth, kissing her until she’s gasping against my lips and my lungs burn for air.
Chapter 25
WINTER
I must’ve fallen asleep on the chair next to Cillian’s bed because I’m woken by Damien as he lifts me to his chest.
He carries me to our bed and lays me down. Without a word, he pulls my shirt over my head. His fingers curl into the waistband of my sweatpants, and he tugs the fabric off, along with my panties.
I watch as he throws the clothes in the laundry basket before taking off his own. He turns off the lights then comes to climb into bed. When his hand grips hold of my hip, I snuggle closer until I’m pressed against his chest.
Silence fills the room. I rest my hand on his bare skin and press a kiss to his throat.
“The first time I saw you, I never could’ve imagined this would be our future,” I murmur.
“A lot has happened in five weeks.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you never thought you’d love me,” I tease him, not wanting the incident from this afternoon to affect our relationship. Honestly, I haven’t thought about Petro or Damien finding out. It was the last thing on my mind.
“It was hard pushing my feelings for you aside,” he admits.
I lift my head and meet his eyes. “Do you regret not being auctioned off to Carson?”
Damien brings his hand to my face and draws a line from my temple to my lips. “At first, I was angry, but then I was made an offer I couldn’t resist.”
“Marrying me?” Keeping my palm flat on his skin, I move my hand down until I reach his cock. I wrap my fingers around his length and begin to slowly stroke him.
Damien nods as he rolls me onto my back. “Claiming you.” He positions himself between my legs and begins to rub his hardness against my clit. Lowering his head, his teeth tug at my bottom lip, and then he leaves a trail of kisses and bites down my throat before coming back to my mouth.
I feel his hand between us, his knuckles brushing over my clit, as he positions his cock by my opening. He thrusts inside me, and I gasp against his lips. I expect him to take me hard, but instead, he keeps still as he begins to deepen the kiss.
It’s different from the ones before. It feels as if Damien’s making love to my mouth, his tongue caressing me with strong strokes, and his lips kneading mine until I moan against him.
He pulls out of me before slowly entering me, filling me with every inch of him. When he keeps the pace agonizingly slow, I whimper into his mouth.
Damien breaks the kiss, and lifting his head, he locks eyes with me.
He pulls out again, and this time when he slowly enters me, he asks, “Do you feel me?”
“Every inch,” I breathe.
The moment becomes loaded with intensity as he keeps my gaze imprisoned. Emotion begins to build in my chest as he pushes inside me again.
Damien’s making love to me. For the first time.
My breaths begin to rush over my lips, and overwhelmed by the realization, I blink fast to keep the tears back.
He pushes his arm under my body and gripping me tightly to him, his mouth finds mine again. He sweeps me away from this world to a place where only we exist.
I fall so hard, so unbelievably fast, from how passionately he’s kissing me. I savor every stroke as he fills me. I inhale his breaths. My arms wrap tightly around his broad back, and I cling to the man who’s become my life.
“You own me,” I whimper, and it’s all it takes for Damien to lose control.
He begins to drive into me, harder and faster with every thrust until my body bows against his. Pleasure rips through me like a devasting tornado.
Panting against his mouth, I breathe in his growl as he finds his own release. His muscled body jerks against mine, and then I take his weight as he collapses on top of me.