HELLO PRINCESS!

Chapter 2.

Kira sat there, under the harsh pour of the rain, unable to move, speak, or do anything else aside from staring at the man in front of her.

One would think that Kira was probably frightened or terrified by the fact that this hot-looking man here had just pulled a bullet through the skull of two fucking men, yet he looked so relaxed, but she was actually staring at how hot he looked.

The way his broad shoulders stretched the expensive two-piece pinstripe co-ord suit….At the way his naked chest shimmered beneath the wicked blazer that hugged his biceps and calloused arms.

Kira’s eyes moved against her will, forcing her to notice the sharpness of his jaw, the hardness of his angled brows, and the prominence of his throat.

A lump formed in her throat, but she swallowed it back gently, tracing the features of his face with her delicate doe eyes.

He looked hot, she thought to herself. Hotter than how he had looked 6 years back when she last saw him.

Her eyes moved to the bridge of his nose, to his heart-shaped lips, before finally wandering to the hand that held that gun. Long, thick, adroit fingers. Her stomach churned, and the raw image of her ex’s finger slipping in and out of Adora’s cunt filled her head.

Would Damian’s fingers fill her cunt like that? The thought was wild and dirty, and that was all it took for her to blink her lashes and jolt back into reality.

But Damian? He was still in his world. His jaw was sharp, and his expression was cold. But his eyes? They moved silently under the cover of his dark shades, staring at every inch of her like he wanted to brand his look on her skin.

The last time he had seen her, she was as tiny as an ant with nothing to even admire, but now? Now she was all grown up with a perfectly banging body. She was probably still size 4 now, but the boobs that lay underneath that soaked white top revealed more than he wanted to see on his first day of seeing her after 6 years.

Damian’s jaw tightened, and he knew that he should stop looking, but his eyes trailed down to her thighs, betraying him.

Damn! Even in her pleated skirt, he could see her thick size 6 thighs and the perfectly flawless skin that would carry the mark of his claim for long before they vanished.

Focus. A voice in his head snapped, and Damian blinked back gently, leaning off the car.

“Hello, little bird,” Damian called in his usual thick masculine tone before slipping the gun into his back pocket.

Kira’s lashes fluttered, and she immediately blinked back, carried away by the sound of his voice.

“Hello…” she managed a shaky reply, still staring at him. 

Damian noticed the flush of her cheeks and the slight part between her thighs, but he sucked in a breath, then turned around.

“Get into the car, little bird. I have no time to waste,” he ordered in his usual authoritative tone while heading towards the driver’s seat. His voice was thick now, more authoritative than it was the first time he spoke. 

Kira’s mouth twitched, and she made a small angry pout. “I am not a little bird,” she cursed loudly enough for him to hear, while silently rebuking him.

For the longest, he had called her little bird like her actual name didn’t exist.

Damian gave no reply to her words, he just walked back into the car, slipped in, and slammed the door.

Kira stared at him in utter shock, but what was she even surprised about? Damian had always been cold, with little to no conscience. But after 6 years, she would expect him to be less brooding. At least hand her the umbrella, or even help her up. Since college days, he had been rumored to be gay, barely interacting with ladies, yet he still managed to cause one quarter of the heartbreaks in his college days. Regardless of the news surrounding him, he wasn’t entirely cold to her. He still spared her those stiff smiles that left her wishing he had not actually smiled.

Damian’s grip on the wheel tightened, then he tilted his head slightly to stare through the window at Kira, who was still sitting on the floor.

“Would you get in or sit back there and mourn their death?”

Kira resisted the urge to roll her eyes at how annoyingly authoritative he sounded. 6 years, and he was still a cold freak.

She pressed her palm on the floor and tried to stand again, but her knees buckled, and she went crashing to the floor again.

Damian stared at her with a frustration that was barely showing in his expression.

Begrudgingly, he got out of the car, slammed the door hard, then walked over to her.

“Very weak,” he cursed under his breath, but she still heard him.

“It's not called weakness Damian, it's called injury!” 

Damian rolled his eyes, sneaking one of his hands under her thighs, then one to her back before carrying her into his arms in a bridal style.

Kira’s breath hitched, and her throat tightened like it had been locked.

Her hand moved slowly around his neck, and she stared at him like she was some baby being rescued by an enchanting prince.

Damian moved with grace, his jaw twitching gently as she stared firmly at it.

When he got to the passenger seat, he carefully dropped her into it, subconsciously brushing his hand against the swell of her ass.

Kira jolted softly, that spot tingling as a tiny sensation slipped into her.

Damian said nothing to her. He just walked around, slipped into the car, and then turned on the warmer.

“Seat belt,” he commanded, hitting the accelerator.

“Oh…” Kira mouthed, grabbing the seat belt.

Soon, the car hit the road, and Kira just sat there, finally able to think about her brother. Where was he? Was he fine? Did anuthing happen to him? Why did he not come save her? Why did he send Damian instead? 

“Where are you taking me to?” she asked softly, but Damian didn’t even spare her a glance.

“You just haven’t stopped being a talker.”

“It’s called a question, Damian. I just wanted to know where I am being taken to.”

Damian said nothing to her. He just tightened his grip on the wheel and zoomed off.

Kira twitched in the car, but it was not from the speed of his driving. If anything, he was better than her brother, who wasn’t even in the Mafia. She was just feeling warm.

“Your car is hot,” she muttered, fanning herself with her hand.

“If there is anything hot here, then it is my body. But if you are not okay with the warmth, then I could throw you back into the rain.”

Kira’s breath hitched, and she sat there in the seat, frozen with her mouth open.

Did Damian really say all of that? She tilted her head slightly to stare at him, but as usual, his gaze was fixed on the road, nose straight, and jaw sharp. The last time she remembered him, he barely ever said more than two words. 

What a complex personality, she thought to herself before exhaling a sigh and slipping back into the seat.

Damian watched her through the corners of his eyes. The sight of her slightly poked nipples caught his attention, but he instantly looked away.

The ride to wherever they were going took a little over 25 minutes. When they arrived, Damian stopped at the garage, then grabbed a long-forgotten coat of his from the back seat and dumped it on her lap. 

“Here. Wear it.”

Kira stared at the coat, then up at him. “Did you have to be that mean?”

“Throw it away if you are not wearing it,” he replied coldly, then stepped out to open the door for her.

Kira slipped into the big coat, holding the hem up from brushing the floor. The coat was so big she almost felt swallowed. 

When she stepped out of the car, the cool air of the hospital brushed against her skin, and she shuddered in ways Damian would love to see when she was writhing beneath him.

“Why are we at the hospital?” Kira asked with knitted brows, looking around.

Damian shut the door first, then said, “Do you rather I leave you to carry your injured legs around?”

Kira stared at her leg, which had sustained a gentle scratch, her brows pulling together in surprise. She had not even noticed it until now that he was saying it. All she felt was the sharp pain of her twisted ankle and tired legs.

“Oh,” she mouthed, clutching the coat clumsily.

Damian walked ahead, and she followed, cursing him in her mind. ‘How am I supposed to know that you are that attentive when all you do is frown?’

When they got into the hospital, staff bowed gently to him like he was their lord, and that left Kira wondering why they would pay respect to a man who claimed lives that they tried to save without remorse.

Soon, they arrived at the front of a door, and Damian didn’t knock. He just twisted the knob, and they walked into the beautiful office, but the moment they did, Kira’s breath hitched, and her legs froze at the sight before her.

Alex Thorne stood at 6’5, exuding the calmest aura she had ever seen. He was dressed in a crisp white doctor’s coat, with soft rectangular glasses perched at the bridge of his nose, while his left hand held the stethoscope around his neck. His perfectly medium mullet hair fell down his neck in thick wavy layers, and the shorter texture framed his temples.

He was prescribing some medications to a patient, but now that he had turned, Kira’s body stiffened, and her eyes remained glued to the beauty she had not seen in 6 years.

Even though they all shared the same striking features, she could always tell their difference.

And this man in a crisp white doctor’s coat was none other than Alex Thorne of the Blackwood brothers. The one whose soft smile always left her giggling while she replayed the thoughts of what his lips would feel like against hers.