Chapter 6 – You Have a Lot of Explaining to Do

Damien stood on the last step and looked at me like I was some shit.

“You have a lot of explaining to do.”

I closed the door behind me. My bag felt heavy in my hand. My dress was wrinkled. My hair was a mess. I could still feel Adrian on my skin, and I hated that Damien could see all of it.

“I told you I needed air,” I said.

“Air??” He asked sarcastically while he came down the rest of the stairs slowly. “You needed air for the whole night? You needed air so bad you couldn’t answer your phone properly?”

I stayed by the door. “I was upset.”

“No,Sophia. You were with someone.”

My throat tightened. “I just went to a bar.”

“And then?”

“And then I drank,that’s all.” I replied,trying so hard to keep my face calm.

He stopped in front of me. Close enough that I could smell his cologne and I could see the anger sitting behind his calm face.

“You came home smelling like another man.”

I forced myself to look at him. “You were inside my best friend yesterday. In our matrimonial bed. Don’t stand there and act like the better person.”

His jaw flexed.

“Watch your mouth.”

“Or what?” I asked. “You’ll tell me again that it’s my fault? That I don’t please you? That Bella does everything I can’t? Oh,please!”

He grabbed my arm. Not hard enough to bruise but hard enough to remind me he still thought this house was his and I was still something he owned.

“I asked you a question,” he said. “Who were you with?”

“No one that matters.”

“That’s not an answer.”

I pulled my arm free. “I don’t think I owe you one. Not after last night. Not after six weeks of you fucking her behind my back and acting all nonchalant about it.”

He gave an ugly sarcastic laughter.

“So that’s it. You found me with Bella and decided to go spread your legs for the first man who looked at you.”

“You don’t get to talk to me like that.”

“I get to talk to you however I want. You’re still my wife.”

“Then you should have remembered that before you put her in our bed.”

He stepped closer. I stepped back. My back hit the wall near the stairs.

“You think leaving for one night makes you brave?” he asked. “You think coming home at this hour, looking like that, makes you powerful?”

“I think it makes me done pretending.”

His eyes dropped to my mouth, then to my neck. I knew there were marks there. I hadn’t checked a mirror, but I could feel them.

Damien saw them too.

His face changed.

“Oh! He left marks on you. I guess you both had a really good time”

I didn’t answer.

“Did you let him?” he asked. “Did you moan for him the way you never moaned for me?”

“Don’t.”

“I heard you.” His voice got lower. “On the phone. You were moaning, Sophia. Don’t stand there and lie to my face. Someone was touching you while I was asking where the hell you were.”

My stomach dropped.

“I told you I was alone.”

“And I heard you come,” he said. “You think I don’t know that sound? You think I didn’t hear you break on that call?”

I looked away. “Stop.”

“Did you ride him?” he asked. “Did you suck him? Did you do all the things you refused to do in this house while I was still on the line?”

My stomach turned. Not from guilt but from how close he was to the truth.

“I said don’t.”

He put one hand on the wall beside my head. The other caught my chin and forced me to look at him.

“You smell like him.”

“And yesterday this whole house smelled like her.”

That broke something in his pride.

His mouth crashed onto mine. It wasn’t a kiss but a punishment. I bit his lip. He growled and kissed me harder, pushing my body into the wall. His tongue pushed into my mouth. His hand yanked my dress up to my waist.

Then he froze.

His hand went between my thighs and found nothing but bare skin.

He pulled back just enough to look at me.

“Oh,” he said, voice low and ugly. “So you were in such a hurry that you left your panties with him?”

My face burned.

“Damien—”

“You walked back into this house with no underwear.” He dragged his fingers over me. “You let him keep them? Or did you just forget them on his floor like a desperate little slut?”

“Don’t touch me.”

“Too late.” He pushed two fingers inside me, rough and deep. “You let another man have this, left your panties with him, and then you brought it back into my house.”

I gasped. My forehead dropped against the wall. His fingers pumped in and out, not to please me, just to prove a point. The sound was wet and ugly in the quiet living room.

“Did he make you come while I was listening?” Damien asked against my ear.

I didn’t answer.

He curled his fingers harder. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” I spat.

His hand stilled for a second. Then he pulled his fingers out, grabbed my hip, and pushed his cock inside me in one rough thrust.

I cried out.

He filled me all at once, no patience, no care. It was nothing like last night. Last night had been hunger. This was anger. This was him trying to wipe another man off my body with his own.

He didn’t give me time to adjust. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in at once. My body jerked against the wall. His hand fisted in my hair and pulled my head back.

“You belong here,” he said against my ear. “In this house. With me.”

I tried not to answer.

He fucked me harder. Skin slapped against skin. The sound filled the hallway. Every thrust was deep and mean. His other hand gripped my hip so tight it began to hurt me.

“You think that man wanted you?” he growled. “He wanted an easy hole. That’s all.”

“Shut the fuck up,Damien.”

He slammed into me again. “Say it. Say you belong here.”

“No.”

He pulled my hair tighter and drove into me faster. My breasts pressed against the wall. My legs started shaking. I hated that my body was reacting. I hated that the pressure was building anyway.

“You came for him on the phone,” Damien said. “Now you’re going to come for me.”

“I don’t want—”

“I don’t care what you want.”

His hand left my hip and slid around to my clit. He rubbed it hard while he fucked me from behind. The mix of pain and pressure made my mouth fall open. A broken sound left my throat.

“That’s it,” he muttered. “Even now, your body still answers me.”

“I hate you.”

“Good.” He thrust deeper. “Hate me and still take it.”

The orgasm hit sharp and unwanted. I cried out and clenched around him. My whole body locked up against the wall. He didn’t slow down. He fucked me through it, using the way I squeezed him.

“Damien, wait—”

He went faster.

“Don’t tell me to wait. Not after you spent the night moaning for another man in my ear.”

His hips slapped against my ass over and over. The wet sound got louder. I could feel how hard he was, how close he was. He was using me like he had something to prove.

“Please—”

It was too late.

He buried himself deep and came inside me with a rough groan. I felt every pulse. I felt  his warm cum in me.  He stayed there for a few seconds, breathing hard against my neck, still holding my hair.

Then he pulled out.

I felt his cum leak down my thigh immediately.

He fixed his pants like nothing had happened. I stayed facing the wall, dress still bunched around my waist, legs shaking. My hands were shaking on the paint.

When I finally pulled my dress down and turned around, he was already looking at me like I was a problem he had handled.

“Clean yourself up,” he said. “You look used.”

I swallowed. “Is that all you have to say?”

He buttoned his cuffs slowly.

“No.”

I waited.

He looked me dead in the eye, voice calm again and Cold.

“Bella is moving in today. Permanently.”

My stomach dropped.

“What?”

“You heard me. Pack what you need from the master bedroom. You’ll take the guest wing.”

I stared at him. “You want me to live in the same house as the woman you cheated with?”

“I want you where I can see you.” He walked past me toward the stairs. “You disappeared last night. That won’t happen again.”

“I’m not staying here with her.”

He stopped on the first step and looked back at me.

“Yes, you are. Starting today.”

Then he went upstairs, leaving me in the hallway with his cum still running down my leg and his words sitting in the air like a slap.