Chapter 6

****Damien****

Scarlett was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. Her beauty wasn’t just in her flawless features; it was in the way she carried herself, confident and graceful. She was my wife, my everything, and even though we’d had our share of arguments lately, I couldn’t bear to let them come between us.

As I stepped out of the shower, the steam trailing behind me, I saw her sitting on the couch. She was wearing a delicate black lingerie set that hugged her figure perfectly. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back, and her legs were crossed elegantly.

She held a book in her hands, but her focus wasn’t on the words. Her eyes shifted to me as I walked in, water dripping from my hair down my chest. She lowered the book slightly, a smirk playing on her lips.

Scarlett always knew how to captivate me, and she was doing it effortlessly now.

“What are you reading, dame?” I asked, my voice low and teasing as I grabbed a towel to dry off.

She scoffed lightly, standing up from the couch. "Something more interesting than you think," she replied, though her tone betrayed the playful challenge in her words.

Her gaze lingered on me, drinking me in as if she could see straight through me. Her hands went to her hair, twisting a golden strand around her finger. She bit her bottom lip gently, and that single action sent my pulse racing.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” I asked, my voice a husky whisper.

“Maybe,” she said, her smirk widening as she closed the distance between us. Her bare feet padded softly against the floor, and with each step, my resolve weakened.

When she finally stood in front of me, her scent—vanilla with a hint of something floral—wrapped around me, intoxicating. She placed her hands on my chest, her touch warm against my skin.

“You’re staring, Damien,” she murmured, tilting her head slightly.

“Can you blame me?” I asked, my hands instinctively moving to her waist. “You’re breathtaking, Scarlett.”

“Prove it,” she whispered,

Without hesitation, I leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. The world outside our bedroom disappeared as I pulled her closer, the heat between us rising with every second.

Her nails trailed down my back, sending a shiver through me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. My arms wrapped around her, lifting her off the ground as her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist.

I carried her to the bed, and laid her down gently, the moonlight streaming through the windows highlighting her flawless skin. Scarlett looked up at me with a mix of love and desire in her eyes, and I knew in that moment I’d do anything for her.

“Damien,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

“I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again.

The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

Slowly, I slid the fabric down, revealing her to me. She was perfection, and the sight of her bare skin ignited something primal within me. My hands cupped her left boobs, while my lips found their way to the other, teasing and sucking gently. Her soft moans filled the room, her fingers tangling in my damp hair.

“Oh, Damien,” she whispered breathlessly, her voice trembling with need.

I pulled back just slightly, my lips grazing her ear as I whispered, “Beg me.”

She shivered at my words, her chest rising and falling as she looked into my eyes. “Please,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

“Please what?” I asked, wanting to hear her say it.

“Please... fuck me,” she finally mumbled, her hands trailing over my chest, her gaze locked with mine.

Without hesitation, we shifted positions, now taking over as she climbed onto my lap. Now straddling me, Scarlett radiated power and sensuality. My hands slid down to her waist, pulling her closer as our lips met again in a heated kiss.

The lingerie she wore was no longer a barrier—it was gone, leaving her completely exposed. My hands roamed her body, exploring every curve, every soft inch of her. She was mine, and I was hers.

I turned her over now she was sleeping on the bed while i was on top of her no way i was allowing her to take the lead my hands went over to her pussy as i robbed it gently without breaking the eye contact. Her breath were now heavy with need and want.

I didn't take much time to put my dick inside of her while her hands held me so tightly i was gentle as i began going slowly so she could adjust now i started adding to my speed as her moan filled the air.

My hands went over to her boobs as i kept adding to my race "Damien" she kept calling my name and it only turned me on even harder.

After some minutes of pleasure i pulled out of her cum were all over my dick her head were now on my chest as she slept off. My eyes never left her as i robbed her hair gently. Falling into a deep sleep beside her.

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. Scarlett wasn’t beside me. I sat up, rubbing my temples, and quickly pulled on my clothes. The faint sound of water running in the bathroom caught my attention.

"Baby, are you in there?" I called out, pushing the door open slowly.

There she was, standing by the sink. Her back was slightly turned, and she flinched the moment I stepped inside. I paused mid-sentence as I noticed her quickly hiding something behind her back.

"Scarlett, are you okay?" I asked, watching her closely.

She nodded, but her movements were stiff, her eyes darting away from mine.

"What are you hiding?" I asked, taking a cautious step toward her.

"Nothing," she said quickly, her voice trembling. "Please, just leave me alone."

"Scarlett," I said firmly, my tone softening with concern. "Let me see your hands."

Her lips pressed into a thin line as she shook her head. "Damien, it’s nothing. Just... leave it alone."

But her voice betrayed her, and I wasn’t convinced. I stepped closer, my gaze fixed on her "Scarlett," I said again, my patience slipping.

She stepped back, her hands still behind her, but I was faster. Grabbing her wrists gently but firmly, I pulled her hands forward, and something slipped from her grasp, clattering onto the floor.

I bent down and picked it up before she could.

It was a bottle of pills. Birth control pills.

My chest tightened as I turned the bottle over in my hands, disbelief flooding through me. My jaw clenched.

"Why?" I asked, my voice dangerously calm as I looked up at her.

Her lips quivered, but she said nothing.

"Scarlett, why are you taking these?" My voice rose slightly, betraying the storm building inside me. "Why don’t you want to have a child with me? How long has this been going on?"

Her silence was deafening, and it only fueled my frustration.

"You went this far? Taking pills without even talking to me?" I demanded, my hands tightening around the bottle. "Do I mean so little to you that you’d hide this from me?"

Her eyes filled with tears, "You just have to understand that I do not want this," she said, her voice trembling.

I scoffed, rubbing my temples, trying to process her words. The frustration bubbled over, and before I could stop myself, the anger spilled out.

"Do you really think you're that special, Scarlett? Or that your womb is made out of gold? Huh?" I snapped, my voice cutting through the tense air. "There are thousands of women who would die to carry my child, but here’s my wife—my wife—who’s been refusing me for twelve years. All because of two miscarriages. Scarlett, I can’t take this anymore!"

Her face crumbled, the hurt in her eyes, and immediately, I regretted my words.

"If you’re scared, I’ll be there for you! I’m your husband!" I yelled, desperate for her to understand.

The pain on her face. What had I just said?

"Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—"

But before I could finish, she turned and walked out of the bathroom, her sobs echoing in my ears.

"Scarlett!" I called, chasing after her. I found her in the bedroom, furiously throwing her clothes into a suitcase.

"What the actual fuck are you doing?" I asked, panic taking over.

She didn’t respond, her sobs the only sound filling the room.

"Scarlett, baby, please don’t do this," I pleaded, stepping closer. "I didn’t mean to say those words to you."

She stopped packing for a moment, but when I tried to hold her hands, she snapped them away, glaring at me with tear-filled eyes.

"Oh, you meant every word, Damien," she said, her voice filled with anger and heartbreak. "Those words have been sitting on your tongue for years, haven’t they? You’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to spit them at me."

"That’s not true," I tried to argue, but she held up her hand, silencing me.

"I just need to go," she said, her voice breaking. "I can’t stay in the same space as you right now."

"Scarlett, please," I begged, my voice cracking. "Don’t do this. Don’t leave. I need you. I’m sorry!"

But she didn’t stop. She zipped up her suitcase, grabbed her coat, and without another word, she walked out the door.