Chapter Four

Damien POV

I fucked a guy. Like, I had gay sex with the most beautiful man I had ever seen on this planet. Can't lie, this was all a little strange to me. I mean, all my life I have been with the woman; I never had the urge to try it out with the same sex.

But seeing him yesterday, sitting quietly on a corner with an open chair, his hands circling around the glass as he stared at the door with so much pain, like he was waiting for someone who he knew deep down would never come. I had the sudden urge to smooth his wounds and make him feel better.

That was why I approached his table. Something magnetic drew me to him. At first I deceived myself that it was all about caring for a stranger, but deep down I knew it was a lot more.

Because, by nature, I don't care. I usually don’t give one or two fucks about who is sad or happy; in fact, most of the time I enjoy the sight of people crying or screaming in pain.

Sometimes I would stand at the front of a building I had decked to burn and listen, not watch, but listen to the screams that came from the burning fire.

I loved seeing people struggle with pain. It's why I am the don of the Scillan Mafia.

But with Eric, it was different. My stone-cold heart wanted to, for once, soothe his pain. That was why I went there.

But when I saw him, his beautiful blue eyes, tear-stained eyelashes and those perfect lips were staring at me. I lost every single thread of patience I had in me.

My MIMD kept running with different emotions and photos. Picture of him wrapping his lips around my dick, me fucking the living hell out of him and replacing that sad-eyed with ecstasy.

And that was what was meant to be the deal. I thought maybe it would just be a harmless one-night stand, but after fucking him, hearing his groans, and the way he took me in like he was made for me. I was left with a raw, insatiable desire to own him, to claim him.

And I was already finding a way to do that.

When he walked through my door with his mum's arms wrapped around his, until my sister Theresa introduced him to me as Katherine's fiancé and the current prince of Elorida.

Bloody hell!

My eyes moved to his mum, who smiled at me with mutual understanding. What she did not know was that I had crossed every line of our agreement.

The plan was simple. I protect her son and find her enemy, and in turn she makes my niece the next queen.

That was the plan. Not to fuck her son, not to kiss him and, most importantly, not to daydream about fucking him every single damn minute.

What the hell have I got into?

I sucked in a deep breath and heaved a sigh as I walked towards them with a smile. My eyes met his for a while; his eyes were wide, filled with absolute terror, like he had seen a ghost or something.

“This is my son Damien. His name is Eric Dane Danbury. Your son-in-law and the future kind of Elorida,” his mum said, introducing me to him.

My eyes remained on his own as his mum's words floated around us. When his mum noticed his behaviour, she nudged at him. He stretched his shaky hands to mine. “Good day, sir. It's... it's an honour to be with you. Thank you for accepting our marriage proposal.”

I nodded with a smile as I shook his hand, my thumb caressing his skin. He withdrew immediately, like my hands burnt his hand.

“It's okay. You will soon be part of the family. Call me Damien,” I said with a smile and stood aside for them to pass to the table already arranged for them.

Normally I would have sat at one end of the table; in fact, my chair was already there, bigger with a gold design. Clearly indicating who was meant to be there

Instead, I watched him as he took a seat and immediately grabbed the next seat beside him. With his mum at the other end. It was just me and him on this line.

A smirk graced my lips as I sat beside him. “Damien, why did you decide to sit beside him? Please don't tell me you are about to threaten our guest. He is Katherine's fiancé and the future king of Elorida. Remember our agreement,” she said, glaring at me.

I nodded, “Don't bother, little sister. I have every intention of making our guest feel as comfortable as he should be, right?” I asked, turning to Eric.

He nodded his head slowly, his veins throbbing through his head; his body had turned really red, and I could feel his legs shaking beside me. “Yes. I…I am very comfortable,” he said.

The maid came in and immediately began to dish our food onto our plates as we exchanged small talk. Eric remained quiet, shaking by my side.

I gently put my hands on his lap, our eyes meeting each other for a while, our souls staring at each other.

Then with fierce anger, he drew my hands from his lap and turned to me, whispering silently for only the two of us to hear, “Don't you dare touch me. You bloody monster,” he said, glaring at me.

A beautiful smile crossed my lips; luckily for us, his fake mother was so focused on Katherine, who was clearly enjoying the attention.

“So I am now a monster, huh? That was not what you said yesterday. Or have you forgotten about our hot night?” I asked as I traced my way to his lap again, approaching his groin area.

He swallowed hard, his eyes roaming around, filled with pain and cold feet. “Damien!” He said through gritted teeth as he tried removing my hands again. I grabbed it tightly, refusing to let go.

“I am Katherine’s fiancé.” He remembered me as NY eyes reached his groan, caressing it through the layers of his trousers.

“Yesterday you were Mike's boyfriend, and what did I tell you? I don't care,” I whispered back.

He swallowed hard. “Are you ready to do this with Katherine? You would not want to hurt her, right?” He asked, his voice filled with a mixture of pleading and hope.

Maybe he felt that reminding me of my obvious connection with Katherine would make me stop teasing him. But like I said, I don't care, and I am genuinely selfish with whatever caught my attention.

“No. But I think I will be doing her a great service here. Let's not forget that you have only had eyes for men. You said it yesterday. It would do her a great disservice if I called off the marriage and told her what happened yesterday evening,” I said with raised eyebrows.

Panic covered his eyes. “Please don't; I will do whatever you want, but please don't do that. My mother would never forgive me,” he whispered, a tear standing on his eye.

Fierce possessiveness and concern wrapped through my heart as I watched him tremble not at the thought of being caught but with the thought of his mum's wrath. It only means one thing: he is afraid of his mum. What did she do that would make him this scared? I need to find out.

I shrugged. “I don't give one or two fucks about your mother forgiving or how she would feel if she finds out. I am calling it off.”

He grabbed my hands immediately under the table, his palm sweaty as he stared at me. “If you care about me. About anything. Maybe you enjoyed me last night, or because you know me, or maybe you care. Please don't. Not now. Not like this. I am not ready.”

I sucked in a deep breath as warmth rushed through my heart. This was the first time he was willingly taking my hand, and it was out of fear.

I could feel my heart turning warm with emotions, numerous strange emotions that only he could bring to me.

I turned to his mum and cleared my throat, bringing their attention to me. “Damien, please,” he begged.

I ignored him, turning to his mum. “Eric is not done with school, right?” I asked.

She shook her head with a smile. “No. He is in his final year. Study law at Bradford University. Top of his class. He is a perfect student,” she said with a glint of pride.

“Yeah,” I said, nodding slowly as my eyes found his again, which were filled with relief. “He is indeed perfect.”

“So tell me, Eric, what made you agree to this marriage?” I asked.

He swallowed hard and looked at me. “Because I… I love her.”

I closed my eyes for a brief moment, anger running through my veins. “Don't lie to me. We all know I had an arranged marriage. What else made you agree to it?”

“Because I need a queen, and I feel Katherine would be the perfect one. She is kind, gentle and beautiful. Just the perfect one for the people. We can reach a mutual agreement and play our part and maybe fall in love as time goes on,” he said, smiling.

Dark possessiveness wrapped my heart. He was smiling at her, looking sincere, and yet my sick heart wanted those same words to be said to me and me alone, not to my nerve.

I nodded. “Okay, we can work with that. And don't ever try to lie to me, or I will punish you for it,” I warned.

He smiled; a pink hue covered his cheeks. “Yes, sir,” he whispered, and for some goddamn reason my dick twitched at his words. What the hell is going on with me? What is this unhealthy obsession with him?

I leaned in with a nod and watched as we ate our food. My eyes landed on my perfect little niece. The thought of hurting me burnt me, but what would I do? I wanted him also.

My hands landed on his trousers again to feel what was mine. He paused immediately when my hands came in contact with him. He turned to me, giving me the “What are you doing?” eye.

I shrugged and continued to play dumb with my left hand as my hands stretched around his erection, feeling its length grow minutes by minutes.

Immediately I grabbed his dick; he paused immediately, a pink hue covered his cheek as he coughed. I watched him take in the glass of water while his side eyes glared at me.

I should stop; call me crazy, but I loved it. Watching him snap out of his self-control just because of me.

“Stop,” he whispered through gritted teeth.

I only smiled and continued.

“Excuse me. I have to use the restroom,” he said and stood up abruptly.

I smiled and turned to them. “I have a call to make,” I said and followed him as he rushed towards the bathroom.