Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
When I spot a helicopter approaching the house, I wonder if it’s Damen’s sister and her side of the family joining us for the rest of the holiday season. As far as I know, his uncle's wife and his cousins will be arriving as well. Maybe I’ll get to present myself to them in a more dignified fashion than last night’s appearance. I hope the doc isn’t a gossip, because she did get a glimpse of the bruises on my spanked ass.
I’m by the French door opening into a snow-dappled balcony when a decisive hand knocks on the door. When the doctor visited me, I ended up stripped and covered by a sheet, so now I dash for the bed to cover myself before I mumble a way too quiet, “Come in!”
I don’t get enough time to consider whether inviting someone in without knowing who it is might be a mistake, because Damen steps inside, putting an end to my worries.
He looks like a million dollars in a cashmere sweater with a discreet dark green Christmas tree at the front, and I find myself staring at him, unable to utter a word.
“Doctor Cho let me know you’re feeling much better,” he says, locking the door with a twist of the key. The gesture should frighten me, but it only gets me excited. I vaguely remember that we cuddled last night, and I did wake up naked, but I want to see all of him sober. I want every detail in the cool glow of morning light reflecting off the snow outside.
I pull the sheet around me. It’s not like me to feel shy. Especially not around a man who fucked me with a dildo in the backroom of a boutique, but here I am, intimidated by his beauty. If he told me that he really is a prince, I’d believe him, because he carries himself with the aura of someone who owns everything in this room. Including me.
“Hi. Yes. I’m sorry I didn’t wake up when you did.”
He waves it off. “Nonsense, I don’t expect you to wake up at ungodly hours just because my father likes dealing with important business before the sun comes up. I’m happy you got to rest after last night,” he adds and cups my face, pressing our lips together.
What does he mean? I have vague flashes of him removing my clothes and leaning over me, but if we did have sex, I’ve no memory of it. The thought of that happening makes me queasy, even though thanks to the rice porridge my stomach couldn’t be more settled.
Still, I lean into the kiss because yes, he is that handsome. Damen smells fresh, of cedarwood, grapefruit, and an earthy undertone that reminds me of gunpowder. Something about that scent pulls me in. I’ve never been with a man like him. Not just because he’s so rich I can’t comprehend it, but also because he’s so clean-cut, confident, clear about his intentions and wants. No games, unless he’s playing 4D chess with me as his king and I remain unaware of it. But if I’m a chess piece, at least I’m not the opponent.
“Are you saying that as your husband I get to be lazy?” I tease with my lips only half an inch away from his, even though I have to stand on my toes. Another turn on. I love that he’s so much taller than me.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying, baby. I rather enjoyed seeing you in that big bed, spread out like the tastiest meal I could have,” he teases, flicking his finger against my chin.
“Did you… have me as a nighttime treat?” I ask, watching his face carefully. I’m anxious about the answer I might get, but I need to know who I’m dealing with. I’m running at the red flags because they look like Christmas gift ribbons, but I’m trying my best, okay?
Damen cocks his head. “If we did, then it was only in your sex dreams, baby. I don’t fuck people who can’t speak without slurring.”
My chest tightens when he leans closer, looming over me like a giant capable of swallowing me whole. And yet I’m still here, melting into his arms.
“I want you to remember every single time,” Damen whispers, his voice pouring over me like liquid honey until I feel too weak to think. “On that note, you seem quite awake now,” he points out with a gentle tug on the sheet covering me up to the neck.
I'm about ready to spread my legs, because that's so hot. Even the memory of him snapping Happy's head somehow morphs into a vision of Damen as my white knight, swooping in when no one else would save me. Of course I want his dick in me.
I swallow and let go of the fabric. Damen lets it fall to the floor, and I’m naked as the day I was born, dressed only in ink and piercings. He saw all of me last night, but it still feels like the first time with the bright light flooding the room. Maybe it’s the sheer size of the space that makes me feel so small. Not that I’m particularly small where it counts!