Twice Claimed: Bound by the Billionaire

Chapter Six

Damian

The night was flawless. Every camera flash, every handshake. My new bride had been my equal - possibly my superior - and handled it all with aplomb. Yet all I could think about was the way her heartbeat fluttered when I touched her.

The smell of night-blooming jasmine and the sound of conversation and barked orders fill the cool air as the staff put the gardens to right and the orchestra packs up their instruments and sheet music.

I stand in darkness, Scotch in hand, watching and totally unseen.

I loosen my tie, then my collar.

Everything had been flawless - to the eye of an outsider.

“To a love that withstands every storm. And every temptation.”

God damn you, Noah.

I can feel my jaw tighten, and my increased grip on the glass makes the ice cubes clink.

Noah can play games that cut with a surgeon’s precision. He’s known exactly what he was saying, the effect those words would have on me. Hadn’t he already admitted as much? Proved as much?

Noah, who’s taken more than I’ll ever admit.

I picture Sienna’s face tonight, her hazel eyes never leaving my face as she’d spoken her vows.

She’s so brave, that woman. So brave and beautiful and foolish.

She has no idea what she’s just walked into.

Maybe I should’ve chosen differently. But the way she stormed into that boardroom, eyes blazing, and looked at me like a villain. How I wanted her to be right.

I finish the last of my Scotch and set the glass down. The ice clinks like a clock ticking down.

Thirty more minutes, I told her. That had been over an hour ago.

I hear her before I see her, the faint rustle of silk against stone, the whisper of her breath.

“You disappeared,” she says softly.

I turn. And there she is. Candlelight from the open doors spills over her skin, catches in her hair.

I know I should go to her. Instead, I stand where I am, memorizing every detail of her. The way her dress molds to her body, the way she bites her bottom lip as if she’s the one holding back.

“You should be inside,” I say.

“So should you.” Her eyes lift to mine. “Are we really doing this?”

“We already did,” I reply. “The rest is inevitable.”

We walk back inside, turn and face each other.

“You should be afraid of what happens next,” I warn her.

“I’m not,” she whispers.

“My s****l tastes are.. complex. Unorthodox. If you’re hoping you married a traditional man, you chose the wrong man.”

She stares at me, a bit frightened - and clearly intrigued.

“I’m every bit as dominant in the bedroom as I am in the boardroom, dear wife. Some might say more so. I expect full control.” I study her face. “Are you claustrophobic?”

I see her swallow. “Not particularly.” Her voice holds a question.

“Bondage,” I explain. “We’ll get there.” I reach for her wrist, running my thumb over the pale, smooth skin. “Scarves to begin with, I think. I don’t want you to bruise.”

I can feel her pulse pick up speed. “I’ve never..”

“Then I’ve guessed accurately.” I bring her hand to my mouth, brush my lips across her knuckles. “We’ll start slowly. You’ll enjoy it. There’s so much pleasure to be found when you give control to the right Dom.” I touch her face, run my thumb along her lower lip. “Are you afraid of me now?”

She doesn’t hesitate. “No. I’m not afraid of you, Damian.”

“Maybe you should be.” I tilt her chin up, then cover her mouth with mine.

She tastes like wine and dark secrets. I explore her mouth with my tongue, starting a slow, leisurely dance.

I feel her take in a breath.

I run my hand over her breast, finding her n****e. Teasing it, tweaking it. It hardens almost instantly and she moans.