I froze. Shit. I closed my eyes tightly, pretending to be asleep. I heard Damien growl, but ignored it. Suddenly, I was on my back, Damien's dark eyes looking at me with anger.
"Uh... Damien." I started to say but he cut me off.
"Why. The. Fuck. Do. You. Smell. Like. Rick?" he growled.
I swallowed, fear building up within me. "Because he came home. He has been living there for some days."
Damien narrowed his eyes at me. "What?"
I sighed, "Can we have this conversation tomorrow? I'm tired."
"No. Did you do anything?"
My heart stopped. I pushed Damien off me, getting off the bed. How could he even ask me something like that? Anger burned through me, and I turned around, glaring at him.
"Yes. We did. We had sex all day long and I still chose to come here after that." I snapped at him, aware that I was trying to combust him or do something like that to him with just my eyes.
"Hanna," Damien sighed, running his hands through his hair. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking straight."
I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. Would it always be like this? Us fighting, not trusting each other? We had to take baby steps before we walked, and here, we were running. It reminded me all over of our honeymoon again.
Horror filled within me. I didn't think we should be together. Were we even compatible? I swallowed and looked at him with fear. Damien's eyes widened as he looked at my face.
"No." He spoke even before I could say anything else.
"Damien," I whispered. "I don't think that..."
"No Hanna," Damien growled. "Don't even fucking think that!"
I bit my lip, trying to swallow the sobs that were threatening to break through. I honestly didn't think that this would work. I didn't know if it would work.
"I love you Hanna!" Damien yelled, "I cannot believe that you're doubting this! After everything we've been through!"
He reached out to hold me, and I moved away from him, making his face twist with hurt. Tears flowed down my face. Damien looked so hurt, and I could see the tears in his eyes. Suddenly, a blank look crossed his face, his eyes cutting off all the emotion. I frowned as I felt a part of my brain cut off. Holy fuck. He was completely cutting me off.
"You know what?" Damien spoke in an eerily calm voice, making me crower with fear. "You're right. You always are. We should just steer clear of each other."
Without waiting for me to say anything, he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I watched, paralyzed as he walked away from me.
The sobs I had been holding, hit me with full force. I fell on the bed, crying. I had brought it upon myself. I knew that much. I was a being a total asshole and I fucking deserve it.
I thought back of all the times when Damien put up with my unnecessary anger, all my lashing out at him. He should have left me after what happened with Rennard, but he didn't. He stayed by my side. He made me love myself after that. And here I was, doubting my relationship with him.
I got up and ran out of the room, using my sense of smell to find him. I ran to the study, wrenching the door open. I took a deep breath at the sight in front of me.
Damien looked disheveled. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand, his eyes red. His eyes snapped up to me and I bit my lip, looking at him with nervousness. He slowly got up, making his way towards me, like a stealthy predator.
I pressed myself against the closed door, aware of what a vulnerable position I was putting myself in. Damien stopped in front of me. He grasped my chin with one hand and pulled my face up to meet his.
"Don't fucking talk about this bullshit about us not being for each other bunny," Damien said, his voice hard. "You are my fucking mate and wife."
He pressed his lips roughly to mine, and I tangled my hands in his hair, bringing him closer to me. He was punishing me with his kiss and I was taking it. Hell, I craved it. Just as I was about to slip my hands into his shirt, Damien pulled back, making me whimper.
"No, no," he admonished, a smirk on his face. "You still have to get your punishment."
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