Chapter Four

Damien’s POV

“Since when the hell do I have a fiancée?” I asked, amused more than anything.

Richard cleared his throat. “Mr. Gaze owed… a substantial amount of debt. No sons to carry it, so your mother saw an opportunity. She arranged the marriage.”

I hummed low in my chest, stroking my beard as I stared out the tinted window. “Mother knows I don’t involve women in the business. A daughter doesn’t carry her father’s name. She has no place paying his debt.”

Richard shifted, his voice quick, rehearsed. “Your mother anticipated you would say that. The wedding date is already set for Saturday. Invitations have gone out to the entire family.”

My eyes narrowed. “You knew.”

He nodded, sheepish.

“And you didn’t tell me?” My tone dropped, dangerous. “Who pays you, Richard? Me, or my mother?”

“You, sir,” he squeaked, tugging at his collar.

I shook my head slowly. “I don’t know what to do with you people.” The realization that my mother had laid the perfect trap dawned on me. I leaned back rubbing my hands on my face, I let out a sigh.

I pressed a button, lowering the partition. Patrick’s eyes flicked to mine in the mirror.

“Any problem, boss?”

“Take us home, Patrick,” I said calmly, but my hand still drummed against my thigh , the same hand that had ended Marco’s life just hours ago.

Soon enough, we were climbing the slope to the Torres estate. Patrick stopped at the front, and I stepped out, Richard trailing behind while Patrick drove off to the underground garage.

Inside, I heard it …laughter. High-pitched, tipsy, out of place in my house. Following the sound into the living room, I found her.

She was spinning in circles, champagne glass sloshing in her hand, three bottles open on the table ,the last one half empty.

I glanced at Richard.

“Leave.”

He didn’t wait to be told twice. The door clicked shut, and I turned the lock.

She noticed me then, slowing her twirl, eyes glassy as she stumbled to face me.

She walked towards me swaying with every step with the champagne in her class sloshing with every step, she tripped and fell into me.

---

Selina’s POV

Strong arms caught me. Warm, solid. My head tilted back and I drowned in his eyes. They were grey, a beautiful dull grey like the sky during a storm.His biceps were huge and hard like carved from stone. I purred before I could stop myself.

“You must work out… a lot.”

He laughed , it was deep, rich, rough. The kind of laugh that vibrated in my chest.

“I do, darling.” He flexed his arm, mocking, and for some reason it made me giggle. He guided me to the chair, but when he sat down, I crawled into his lap instead. He didn’t push me away. He pulled me closer.

“Good,” I whispered against his ear, “because I’ll need you to fight someone for me soon.”

His brow quirked. “Oh? Who do you need me to fight?” His voice was smooth, amused.

“A very, very bad man. They… they sold me to him.”

“Does this bad man have a name, darling?”

I wrinkled my nose at the word darling, which only made him laugh again. I leaned closer, looking around to see if anyone was spying on us.

“His name is Damien Torres.”

He smiled. Slow. Dangerous. “Doesn’t sound so tough.”

“Shhh!” I pressed my finger to his lips. “Don’t say that. He’s terrible. Mean. His nickname is the Brooklyn Devil. They say he’ll cut off your finger just for looking at him wrong.”His jaw tightened as I said that, was he scared?, would he back off from the fight?

“And do you believe those rumors?”

I sighed, pressing my head against his chest, his scent dizzying me more than the alcohol. “No… but I don’t know him. And I’m supposed to marry him. So… the rumors are all I have.”

His hand stroked through my hair, gentle. “Not all rumors are true.”

The touch lulled me, fuzzy and warm. I shifted on his lap to get comfortable. That's when I felt it.

The hard bulge pressed against my thigh was impossible to ignore. Big. Unmistakable.

He sucked in a breath, his hand tightening slightly at my waist.

I knew to stop before this could go any further….. but I didn't want to. The alcohol and the sheer recklessness of it all sent a rush through me,danger had never felt so exhilarating. I had never felt more alive… or more turned on.

I glanced up at him through my lashes, His eyes locked on mine, his hands firm around my waist, grounding me. My gaze dropped to his lips, they were a light pink, soft and full. I traced his lips with my finger, his tongue darted out, licking his lips and… he sucked my finger. I threw my head back and let out a little whimper.

Hearing that sound, something in his eyes shifted.Something primal took over. His hands cradled my face as his lips crashed against mine, urgent, desperate, like I might vanish if he let go. Our tongues tangled in a fierce battle for dominance.

My hands roamed across the hard planes of his chest as I rolled my hips over the bulge straining beneath me. A groan tore from his throat as he gripped my ass, pulling me flush against him. My nipples peaked into aching buds, and when his mouth closed around one,tongue circling, lips sucking ,I nearly lost myself. The sensation ripped a moan from me as I pressed harder against the thick length beneath my dress, his precum dampening the fabric between us.

Through the haze of lust, I forced myself to stop. My legs trembled as I pushed to my feet, his confused gaze following me.

“Regretting it already, darling?” he asked, amusement curling his lips.

Breathless, I shook my head. “No… no.”

“Then why stop?”

I steadied myself, locking eyes with him. “Let’s make a deal. I’ll give little Damien the night of his life,if you help me.”