Son of Sin (Book 3 of the Forbidden Series)

11

“Pay up.” Blake teased slipping into the booth across from Damien. John dropped into the seat next to him while Donna sat down beside Blake.

“Damn it I don’t know what happened,” Damien complained handing over a cheque for five thousand dollars to each of them.

“You got married.” Blake reminded him. “I saw it on BUZZ.”

“You know, I knew you would mess it up somehow, but I didn’t see this coming.” John shook his head folding his cheque proudly and putting it in his pocket.

“Yeah, I figured you would two time her not get married.” Donna piped up. “I almost choked on my supper when I heard the news.” She looked around the restaurant and asked. “So where is the little lady?”

“Breaking the news to her Reverend father. I opted out of dealing with that. Now that I’m not trying to keep my money I want nothing to do with those people.” Damien said waving for the waitress to bring them a round of drinks.

“They’re your in-laws now don’t you owe it to Eve to help her weather the storm,” Donna asked.

“I don’t want a wife. The sooner she figures out she’s not welcomed in my life the better.” Damien growled.

“So just leave her,” John suggested. “It’s not like you haven’t done it a thousand times in the past. Kick her to the curb.”

“I can’t I was too hammered to think of a bloody prenup. If I leave her now, she can sue me for breach of promise. She can take me to the cleaners.” Damien explained. His friends cringed as they grasped the severity of his situation. “I got to get her to leave me in the next twelve months, or I’m seriously screwed.”

Donna shrugged. “Sounds easy enough. Just act like she isn't there. Keep playing the field, and she’ll have enough sooner or later and leave. A woman can only be played the fool for so long especially so publicly.”

“Well now therein lays the problem. My mother has forbidden me from acting like an ass. She has threatened to disown me if I go out of my way to drive Eve off.” He sighed toying with the napkin on the table. “I don’t know what to do.”

“I still think your best bet is just to be yourself,” Donna said after a long silence. Everyone glared at her. “Oh, come on, we’re all thinking it. I’m just saying it. Damien is a natural born selfish jerk. He follows his d**k like it’s going to lead him to the bloody antidote. Even if he loved the girl and wanted it to work, I’d take one to a million odds that he would cheat on her within the first six months. Face it, Damien is incapable of a monogamous relationship and the whole world knows it. To even expect it of him is foolishness. Just live your life as usual. I bet you can drive her off without even trying. The best part is they can’t even fault you because it’s not like they didn’t know you.” She pointed out.

Donna had a point, Damien realized, he was infamous for so many horrible things that just came second nature to him. If things progressed naturally and he messed up and Eve left his mother certainly couldn’t fault him for being him. She would have to accept it as the natural order of things, and Damien would be free and clear. Perhaps Donna was right.

Perhaps Damien was making this into a bigger deal than it had to be. Why couldn’t he enjoy his life and hope for the worst? Celebrity marriages rarely ever worked out. Sure, his parents’ and his sister had, but they were an anomaly. He liked Alexander and wished them the best, but the truth was Layla’s marriage was still too new to judge whether it would succeed or not. The media was filled with failed relationships and fourth and fifth marriages. With the way, Damien lived why wouldn’t his fail?

Hell, bookies were probably taking bets on it. Damien decided not to worry another minute about it. He was certain Eve would eventually leave him, and why not he was imposable. Damien smiled picking up the menu. “Order whatever you want it’s on me tonight.”

***

Her father had not stopped screaming since Eve had told him of her unexpected marriage. She had enough of her father’s fire and brimstone lecture about how horrible she was to have done what she did to Mary. It mattered not at all that Mary had made peace with Eve. Mr. Cassie was furious. “You harlot! You w***e! How could you do that to Mary?” He ranted grabbing Eve by the arms and shaking her hard.

“Daddy I’m sorry.” Eve cried tears streaming down her cheeks.

“You’re sorry?” Her mother snapped. “You ruined everything. You always ruin everything. Now, what will Mary do?”

“Mary?” Eve growled. “It’s always about Mary. You never care about me. It was a mistake a stupid mistake.”

“You are a mistake.” Her mother snapped her words cutting Eve to the bone. “I never wanted you. You have been nothing but a thorn in my side since the day you were born.”

Eve flinched at the cruelty in her mother’s words. “Mom that isn’t fair,” Mary said coming to Eve’s defence.

“Fair? Was it fair for this tramp to steal your man? A good man. A wealthy man that could have given you the best of everything.” Her mother hissed.

“Mom-” Eve whimpered.

Mrs. Cassie slapped Eve hard across the face. “Jezebel! Hussy! God will judge you.”

“Get out of my house.” Her father demanded. “I don’t want to see you.”

“But Daddy-”

Mr. Cassie grabbed Eve forcefully and dragged her across the living room while Mary pleaded with him to hear Eve out. Her father opened the door and threw Eve out into the rain. She stumbled off the stoop and fell into the puddles forming on the sidewalk scraping her elbow and ruining her dress.

Eve lay in the filth crying as the rain beat down on her begging for her father’s forgiveness. “Daddy please!” She sobbed as he slammed the door and locked it.

***

When the limo had arrived, Eve had seen it as a blessing. She had been thrown out of her family home, branded, and cast out into the rain. She had been unable to reach Damien all night, so Eve sat out in the chilling rain outside her father’s house waiting for her husband to decide to pick her up.

She could hear Mary asking her father a few times to let Eve back inside, but the door never opened. Eve cried out her tears and shivered soaked to the bone by the time the limo pulled up. Eve opened the door and climbed inside dripping all over the rug and leather seat saying nothing. Damien looked surprised to find her in this ruined state. “What the hell happened to you?” He asked placing his drink on the bar and shifting forward in his seat.

“What do you care? You’re drunk again, aren’t you?” She sniffled shivering in her seat.

“Not really.” He was far from his limit. “Why are your eyes bloodshot, have you been crying? Why are you so wet?” Damien demanded.

“They were mad of course. Called me a harlot among many other things and threw me out of the house. I’ve been waiting in the rain for you.” Damien’s expression went hard and mean. Eve could see his temper flaring in his bright eyes. “Damien please can we just leave?” She begged, clutching at his arm.

Damien shrugged her off. “No. I spent my life watching my mother take s**t because of my father. I won’t have these ignorant phonies call my wife down because of me.” He growled, pushing the door open and got out. Eve followed him out into the rain worried about what he might do. Damien stormed up to the house and banged his fists on the door demanding her father open and let him in. She heard her father yell for them to go away from the other side of the door which only further fueled Damien’s irritation.

Eve watched as Damien stepped back and used the full force of his massive body he kicked the door in. The frame splintered sending wood fragments flying across the living room. Eve heard her mother scream with fright and she and Mary were huddled in the corner while her father was trembling in the middle of the room attempting to stand up to the powerfully intimidating man now stalking toward him.

“She’s your daughter too, and you treat her like dirt. She begs me not to throttle you which is what you deserve.” Damien growled coming around the couch as her father retreated around the other end. “I could beat you to a bloody pulp and get off with a slap on the wrist. I’m rich I can get away with murder if I wanted to.” He threatened, grabbing her father by the scruff of his shirt. “If you ever so much as give my wife a dirty look again I will come back here, and I promise a broken door will be the least of your worries,” Damien warned them and then tossed her father onto the couch. Damien took out his wallet throwing some cash at Eve’s mother for the repairs to the door he busted.

Damien then stalked over to Eve and took her hand in his. He walked her back to the limo so quickly she could hardly keep up. Opening the door for her Damien let Eve get inside and then settled into the seat next to her. He removed his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders to combat the cold. He shut the door and pressed the button that lowered the partition. “We’re going home tonight.” He instructed the drive. It was the same service he regularly used while in Alberta, so the drivers had his usual haunts on record.

“No.” Eve protested tugging on Damien’s arm. “Can’t we just go back to New York?” She pleaded. She just wanted to go back, she had school starting soon, and she felt so comfortable there. Eve just wanted to get far away from her family.

“It’s midnight, and you are soaking wet.” He objected. “We are going to my apartment. I’m sure I have something you can change in to there.”

“Your mother’s?” Eve asked skeptically.

“I wouldn’t count on it.” He said honestly. Damien shrugged not willing to make excuses to spare her feelings. “Sometimes things get left behind.”

Eve sat back in her seat stubbornly. “I’m not interested in wearing second-hand hussy. I want to go back to New York tonight. Driver the airport please.” She ordered.

“You are going to freeze all the way. It’s a long flight.” Damien turned to the driver. “Home.” He ordered.

“The airport.”

“Home.”

“The airport.”

“I pay him, and he’ll go where I tell him. Go home now.” Damien ordered. Eve glared at Damien; she was not going to stay one minute longer here than she had to and he was not going to make her. “You can glare at me all you want, but it won’t change my mind.”

***

Damien looked out the window snarling to himself as the jet took off. Eve had tried to clean herself up a bit in the washroom once in flight. She had thrown a fit and threatened to break everything he owned should he force her to stay in his Edmonton apartment. She had promised that he would not receive one second of peace until they were in the air.

Deciding his comfort meant more to him than hers Damien reluctantly agreed and ordered the driver to take them to his family jet. They had to wait two hours for the pilot to wake up and show up but Damien didn’t care. He helped himself to the bar and watched whatever happened to be on the television.

Eventually, Eve came back to join him her designer dress spoiled, her hair curly and frizzy from the rain. She had managed to dry the fabric with the hand dryer somewhat. Eve looked a wreck, but Damien couldn’t help thinking she looked beautiful all tattered and ruined. Eve tried to press out the wrinkles in her dress with her hands and sniffled. The stress of the evening still bothering her. She tried to hide the fact that she wanted to cry, but he could see it, her bright eyes welled up with tears she had not let fall. She was trying so hard to be strong.

That annoying, inconvenient guilt ate away at his belly again making Damien feel sick. Eve threw her hands up in a huff giving up on her dress and crying. Blubbering about how she had ruined such an expensive garment. Going on and on like she could never replace it. Damien took Eve’s hand and pulled her from her seat into his lap. He wiped away her tears. “Don’t cry it’s just a dress; you have to stop thinking so small. You are wealthy now. You can afford a million more.”

“I’m an absolute mess.” She stared down at him with her silver eyes all worn from tears, her bottom lip quivering. Her life had changed so much since she had met him and, in a sense, it was his fault.

“Don’t worry; you look beautiful even in disarray,” Damien promised, kissing her tear stained cheek. Eve gave him a weak smile and touched his face with her fingers. Damien was suddenly very aware of the fact that he had not shaven in almost two days. The rough stubble surly scratched her silken fingers. “Unlike me,” he teased, “I bet I look like a bum. A rummy to be specific if you add on my breath.” It was oddly good to hear her laugh. He had such conflicting feelings when it came to Eve. He had never both wanted to please someone while wanting so badly to get rid of them. He didn’t know how to behave around her.

“I think you look rugged.” She said softly nuzzling her face against his. Shudders of pleasure spiked through him, and her hand travelled down his chest and boldly between his legs. Damien turned his face to see the seductive smile on his young wife’s lips, and he couldn’t stop from laughing. If one thing could be said for the little minx, her libido was as bad as his and god help him he wanted to satisfy it.

Damien caressed her face and his lips pressed against hers in a tender lingering kiss. Her lips parted letting his tongue slip past. She tasted sweet. Eve’s hand stroked him through his pants, and he felt himself grow impossibly hard beneath her touch. His hand moved slowly down her neck and over her breasts massaging the soft globs. Eve purred against his lips.

Damien felt her slender fingers unzip his pants and her hand slid inside closing around him moving in long firm strokes. “God, you are getting good at that.” He whispered.

Eve giggled softly. “You like that?”

“Yeah.”

Eve kissed his neck and slowly slid off his lap. Damien watched as she unzipped her dress and let it fall pooling around her feet. She wore a pair of tiny transparent black panties and a matching bra. Damien tried to stand up but Eve pushed him back into his seat with a seductive smile. Placing her hands on the arms of the chair she kissed him once more nudged his legs open.

Damien moaned with anticipation as she knelt between his legs and eased him out of his pants. She looked sexy on her knees. He closed his eyes as Eve ran her tongue along the thick shaft of his manhood. When her lips closed around the head and slowly drew him into her warm wet mouth, he almost died. Ripples of pleasure washed over him as Eve slid him in and out sucking until he groaned and moaned. His fingers threaded through her long dark hair encouraging her. She was far too good, and soon Damien was at risk of finishing before she had been satisfied in return.

Damien gently urged Eve up off her knees. He then stood up and walked over to the sliding door that separated the cabin from the cockpit. Damien slid the lock in place and turned to face Eve. She looked like a mythical siren standing there half nude, her dark hair tumbling down her back. Slowly he began to unbutton his shirt and shrugged it off draping it over the back of the seat. His pants followed, and Damien watched Eve’s eyes darken with desire as he shed his shorts. Damien’s hand closed around his manhood, his thumb rubbing over the tip.

“Take it off.” He whispered. “Slowly.”

Eve bit her bottom lip in that cute innocent way she did as she seductively removed her bra and slowly slid her teeny-tiny panties down her legs. She was sexier than she could ever imagine and she drove him mad with such little effort. Damien closed the short distance between them pulling Eve into his arms.

Damien kissed her with frenzied hunger. His hands roamed and caressed her body. Damien knelt in front of Eve, his tongue flicking over the bud of her s*x as his fingers stroked her feminine folds until her love juices dripped down his hand. Eve whimpered with joy as he licked and lapped at her. Her hands planted firmly on his shoulders to hold herself up while he made her crazed with need. Her legs almost buckled when Damien penetrated her with a second finger thrusting in and out listening to her moan until she came.

Unable to wait another minute Damien stood up and spun Eve around. He bent her over the chair and entered her from behind. His hand on her tiny waist to stabilize her Damien slid deep inside and slowly all the way out entering her over and over until she rocked back against him begging him to end his tantalizing torture.

Her urgency sparked his own and Damien thrust in and out hard and fast taking her with such violent passion. Her long dark hair swung back and forth while Eve panted and moaned as Damien continued his erotic assault. With one hand to support Eve Damien slid his other hand between her legs and gently toyed with the rock-solid bud of her s*x. Soon Eve was consumed with lust, and nothing turned him on more than when she rocked back meeting his powerful thrusts begging for more. Her body shook and Eve cried out as her muscles clenched and tightened around Damien’s manhood pushing him to the brink of madness.

Lost to the moment, Damien felt himself explode filling Eve with his seed. His knees felt weak and Eve almost fell overwhelmed and weakened by the ordeal. Carefully Damien eased her into the seat and kissed her lips. It was not his first time in the mile-high club, but it was the best he could remember. Eve smiled contently at him from her limp position. She was beautiful. Damien brushed a wayward lock of hair off her face and behind her ear.

What was he doing? How had she slipped back into his favour? This woman was his weakness.