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Damon didn’t come for me though. Instead, Nicholas was waiting for me at the exit, as usual. It was his low brow and quietness that let me know he was disappointed.
What I didn’t tell Nicholas, and I can barely admit to myself, is that I’m jealous. I shouldn’t have expected him to fight against pretend dating. After all, I’m the one requesting it, but I did. Against my better judgment, when he’d asked when we’d start the charade of him dating, something snapped inside of me.
A bone-deep feeling that made my stomach turn and my chest burn with the need to deny him. To scream at him that he’s married to me and how dare he even pretend to date other women. But the slight curve of his lip had my carefully controlled emotions shredding apart, and all rational thought disappeared.
I wanted him to feel like I did. I wanted him to taste the nausea on his tongue the way I was.
So I declared us nonexclusive and then hid.
The thing is, I want him to find me. I want him to prove there’s nothing that will come between us. It might be sick, twisted, and wrong. But after what happened to me in the past, I want someone who’s obsessed with me in the best way. Who’s happy to prove it time and time again.
A man who will enjoy the game as much as I do.
I don’t know when it happened, but Damon’s made me feel daring, like I can be as defiant as I want and he’ll still never let me go.
The doorbell rings, and I take a deep breath, suddenly worried that Damon’s left and I misread this game between us.
A sigh escapes me when I find him waiting for me, leaning on the wall directly beside the front door. His arms are crossed over his chest, his crisp white dress shirt rolled up at the sleeves, revealing the bright colors of his tattoo.
I take my time, scanning up the column of his neck, finally daring to meet his gaze. A thrill goes through me when it’s a burning heat in his expression. His jaw is tight, one brow slightly lifted as he runs a thumb over his lower lip.
“You look beautiful, wife,” he says in a low, raspy warning.
My skin erupts in goose bumps as his attention settles over me.
He uncrosses his arms and gestures to the door beside him. “Aren’t you going to open the door for our guest?”
I swallow hard. “Maybe you should wait in the other room? Don’t you think it’ll look weird that you’re here?”
He cuts me a sharp look, and his head tilts to the side like a predator.
“Open the door, Nymph. Let’s see who you invited to replace me,” he dares.
Damon looks dangerous, unhinged, but it’s not fear running through my veins. There’s a certainty locked in place within me that he’d never hurt me. That he’d protect me at all costs. Which just makes this game all the more powerful because I’ve trapped a dragon and forced him to play it with me.
When I don’t move toward the door, he smirks. “Good girl.” Then, he opens the door himself. Damon’s shoulders are so wide I can barely make out Ethan, but his words carry over to me easily.
“I’m here to pick up Misty.”
I wince, feeling a little bad that I dragged him into it. At least I’d picked one of the guys that had a reputation for being a dick to the girls he dates.
“Your date is canceled,” Damon replies.
“I just talked to her. I know you’re her boss, man, but you can’t monopolize all of her time.”
Damon’s posture grows supple as he leans against the door, but there’s nothing casual in his stance. “It’s you who can’t go out. You’ll want to call your agent. I’ll let Misty know you’re sorry you had to cancel your…evening.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ethan asks, confusion clear in his voice.
“Just that I hope you like the cold. Now, leave.” Damon shuts the door, locking it before turning on me.
“What did you do?” My voice comes out barely above a whisper.
He stalks toward me, eating up the space in a few long strides. He reaches up to grasp my jaw, his fingers too gentle for the motion. “This is what you wanted, right? To have me in your control?” His thumb dips into my mouth and runs along my bottom teeth. “Did you have fun making me jealous?”
“I…that’s not what I was doing,” I lie badly.
His lips replace his thumb, grazing against mine. “Sure it isn’t.” He nips my bottom lip. “I’m always happy to play with you, but I told you that you’re mine. I don’t share what’s mine. Now, what’s your punishment?”
