My purse fell on the floor with a thud and I heard Damien running towards me. I could focus on nothing but the letter. Who was it? Was I wrong? Was it really Rick?
"Hanna?" Damien asked, his voice filled with concern. I didn't say anything, only handed him the letter, my hands shaking. I couldn't seem to find anything to say. All my thoughts were scattered.
"Fuck!" Damien cursed and took out his phone. "Titus? There was a letter at the door... Yes... No... Where were the fucking guards?" he snarled into the phone, making me crower with fear. Damien noticed it and pulled me close to his side. "Get here right now!"
He cut the call and held me close to him. With one hand, he opened the door and walked inside. My eyes involuntarily roamed around the place, looking for the person.
Fear bubbled within me. Why would someone want me so much? Even after knowing that I was mated to one of the most ruthless Alpha's? A shudder passed through me and tears pooled in my eyes.
"Hanna," Damien said and I refused to look at him. He lifted my chin, making me look at him. His dark eyes were distraught with worry. "I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."
That broke an unknown dam within me. I fell to his chest, sobbing. I was scared. What if he wouldn't be able to protect me? What if... Whoever it was did find me?
"Damien," I sobbed in a broken voice. He moved my head from his chest and looked at me. He pressed a soft, reassuring kiss on my lips. That one kiss said so much more than words. It was his way of telling me that I would be okay. That he would take care of me.
"Why don't you go freshen up?" Damien suggested and I shook my head. I couldn't stand to stay alone for even one minute now. It had become painstakingly clear that that man wanted me. And there was nothing I could about it.
"No one's here Hanna," Damien reassured me. "Do you want me to come to the room with you?"
I nodded, still unable to speak. Damien carried me to our room, without much flourish for the first time. He walked with me into the shower and stripped me off my clothes. I could feel the water pounding on my skin and Damien washing me, but I didn't care. Not anymore.
"Hanna."
I didn't reply.
"Hanna." his voice held power this time. It merely caused me to look at him.
"Hanna, snap out of it, or I will spank you," Damien threatened and I looked at him in shock. "Nothing is going to happen to you. Understood?"
I nodded.
"Say it," he ordered, "We aren't leaving this bathroom until you convince me that you believe me."
I swallowed. Did I believe him? I did, and I didn't. There were both ways to look at it. But I did know that Damien would do anything in his power to keep me safe and keep me happy. And right now that was enough for me.
"I believe you," I said slowly. "I'm just... Is it Rick?"
Damien's eyes glowed with anger and frustration. "We don't know Hanna. The scent at my house wasn't Rick's."
"Why didn't you tell me?" I whispered, only realizing how serious this was. I thought that it was a prank, but clearly it wasn't. Damien had been handling all this stuff all alone and I didn't even think to ask him.
"I didn't want to scare you Hanna," Damien explained, knowing exactly what I was thinking. "I didn't want you to worry."
I bit my lip and traced his collar bone, "But you can."
His eyes darkened with undisguised lust. "That's what I do. I don't want you to worry."
"Stop being so chauvinistic," I reprimanded him and he smiled at me. "I'll get dressed while you shower."
"Good idea," Damien muttered and it was only then that I noticed his semi hard on. I smirked and patted his cock through his shorts, making him growl. I giggled and ran out of the room, stark naked. I put on my underwear, yoga pants and a lose shirt. I knew that Titus was coming here and I knew how Damien got if he saw someone even look at me, let alone check me out.
"Do you want me to make you something?" I asked, as I heard Damien behind me. He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me to him.
"As much as I love you, I would rather the kitchen stay in a proper state."
I frowned and pulled back, turning to glare at him. "I am not that bad a cook!"
He gave me a beseeching look, "You cannot cook. Are you hungry? I'll order pizza."
I grumbled a fine, making him grin at me. We waited in silence, the television blaring in the background. Both of us were worried, but neither of said anything. I knew that Damien was afraid that he would scare me, but I wanted to know. The doorbell rang and just being I was about to get up, Damien was already at the door.
"Titus," he greeted, his voice hard. I pitied the man. Damien and Titus came inside and I raised an eyebrow at Damien, daring him to ask me to go out. Fortunately, he didn't do anything like that.
"Can I have the letter?" Titus asked, his voice cool and formal. But I sensed the caution, the hardness around the edges.
Damien handed him the letter and he sniffed it. He analyzed the letter, all the while standing. I gave Damien a look and he understood what I was trying to say.
"Titus, have a seat," he spoke. Titus look at up at Damien with surprise, but nonetheless, sat down.
"It’s the same person," Titus said, "The one who wrote on your door. As I have already told you, he is playing a very safe game. How he got the letter to the front door, I have no idea. My men were on watch the entire time, and no one even entered even the driveway."
"You have people watching our house?" I gasped.
"Hanna," Damien said and I glared at him.
"Employ more men. I want round the clock security for Hanna," Damien demanded.
"I have already called two men to be with Mrs. Black everywhere she goes. I have increased the number of people watching your house, whoever is threatening her will not get away."
I suppose that should have made me feel better, but all it did was make me feel worse. That meant that the person was so dangerous that he slipped past trained warriors.
The doorbell rang again and this time I smelt the pizza. Damien got the pizza, just as Titus was about you leave.
"Join us,” I offered, making him look at me in surprise.
"No, thank you ma'am, I need to brief the security." he gave me a small smile before walking out. Damien locked the door and gave me a cautious look.
"Tell me everything," I demanded in a no nonsense voice and he immediately understood that I was serious about this.
"I just had men look out for you and our house," Damien explained, "We had increased security for about two days after the incident, but when there were no other threats, we thought that it was a prank. But Titus still wanted me keep the security. But that fucker still managed to get that note somehow."
I stared at him in surprise. It had been almost one month since the incident. Whoever was playing this game, knew how to play it.
"Do you suspect anyone Hanna? Past boyfriends," he spat out the word, "Someone you might have pissed off? Anyone?"
I shook my head, thinking, "No, not really. I had one boyfriend before Rick but he has a mate and children. I don't think he is capable of all of this."
Damien's eyes hardened, but he didn't say anything. He handed me a piece of pizza, his way of telling me that the conversation was over. We ate pizza in silence, both of us watching the movie which was on.
"Time for bed," Damien whispered, as my head fell against his chest. I was really tired and all the events that happened only added to the tiredness. Damien lifted me up and walked to the bedroom.
He undressed me, leaving me naked and stripped down to his boxers. We cuddled, the blanket snug against us, as sleep overtook us.
When I woke up, Damien was still asleep. Just as I was about to roll over and check the time, I felt a hardness poke my thigh. I smirked, thinking of all the possibilities that had.
I kissed Damien's chest, placing open mouthed kisses and sucking on his skin. Damien groaned and I looked up to see him looking at me through hooded eyes, an expression of complete lust on his face.
"Bunny," he groaned, making wetness pool in-between my legs. I slid off his boxers and caressed his hard, steel cock. I slowly, sensually, got on him, barely implanting myself on his cock.
He groaned. I moved down slowly, steadying my hands on the headboard and pushing my breasts on his face. Damien took one hard nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, biting it. I moaned and moved up. I moved up and down his cock, taking only half of his length inside me, teasing him.
For once, I wanted to have power on him and control my own orgasm. Damien groaned as I pushed just the tip of him into my wanton pussy. I smirked at him.
I started riding him, my fingers moving from the headboard and settling themselves on my clit. I rubbed my clit just the way I liked it, already feeling myself building and running towards a mammoth of an orgasm.
Just as I was about to cum, Damien pried my hands away from my clit and held them behind my back with one hand. My eyes flew open and I stared at him in disbelief.
He held the back on my neck and pushed me down, until I was completely onto him. I moaned as he pulled me back up and thrust into me, the same time he pushed me down.
"I want to come!" I yelled, wishing he would let go of my hands.
"You know that if I let go of you, you will start rubbing your clit again Hanna," Damien said in an amused voice.
"I won't! I promise!" I was desperate. I was so close to the peak, but he wasn't doing anything.
"Liars get punished Hanna," Damien smirked, "And if you come before I want you to, I will spank you and not let you cum for one week."
That silenced me. Damien flipped us around and thrust into me, like a crazed maniac. I moaned and screamed as he thrust hard into me, bringing me back to the brim again.
"Cum Hanna!" Damien shouted as he pounded into me and I denoted, I broke around him. I clenched onto his arms and my pussy clenched on his cock, making him groan. Two thrusts later, he came and I sagged against him.
"Are you okay?" Damien asked me, rolling off me and laying down next to me.
"Couldn't be better," I smiled, sated and satisfied.
"I love you," Damien murmured and pulled me close to him. "I will never let anything happen to you."
I closed my eyes and snuggled into him. I realized that he was more worried than me, he wanted me safe and for him that was the main priority. If something happened to me... Damien would be devastated.
"This is Ashton and this is Punter," Damien introduced my two bodyguards to me. I smiled at them, shaking their hand. Ashton looked more laid back of the two. He seemed to have a jovial mood around him, a happy vibe. Punter on the other hand, was more serious. His eyes always scanned that area, looking for unknown threats. He had an air of hostility and formality around him.
The guys worked at the cost department of a different company, in the same building, so they were able to do work and look out for threats.
My phone rang and I looked down and smiled. It was Damien.
"Hey," I greeted him, a smile lighting up my face.
"Hi baby," Damien said, but his voice sounded off. "I will be coming home late today. You go home with Ashton and Punter and don't go away from them for even one second. Got it?"
"What happened?" I asked, worried.
"There is some problem with the accounts of the territory. I will be back home by eight. Order something."
"What if I want to cook?" I teased, already knowing what he was going to say.
"I don't want to come home to a burnt house, baby. Please just order something." I heard him name being called in the background. "I have to go, see you tonight. I love you."
"Love you too," I said and cut the call.
"Do you want us to come in Mrs. Black?" Ashton asked.
"No, it’s okay," I smiled at him. You guys already checked the house.
"But," Punter spoke, but I cut him off.
"It’s okay, really."
I smiled at them and walked into the house. I took off my heels and placed my bag on the couch. Just as I was about to walk up the stairs, a voice stopped me.
"You didn't think I forgot you, did you Hanna?"
I turned around and gasped. Westin Lennard stood casually against the door.
The old Alpha.
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