Scarred Seductress

Possession

“This way, ma’am…” a servant urged Marina, leading the way into the exquisitely decorated restaurant. Only a few guests were present, Damien seated at the single table at the center of the hall, styled to stand out far more than the rest.

“Happy anniversary, ma’am…” the girl said, and just as Marina stepped inside, a round of applause erupted from the staff and guests around. Damien reluctantly pushed to his feet.

A wide smile spread across Marina’s face as her eyes took in the guests. They were Damien’s friends—no doubt he had reserved the place for their anniversary dinner. It was far more than she had expected from him.

“Honey…” Marina mouthed as she closed the distance and threw her arms around Damien tightly.

“I love the effort, honey… thank you,” she whispered, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips despite the smug expression on his face.

“Happy anniversary, Mr. and Mrs. Moretti…” the staff cheered as one of them handed Marina a flower and helped her settle into her seat opposite Damien.

Damien sat as well, his eyes briefly meeting Marina’s before he looked away. The echoes of her earlier words replayed relentlessly in his head, leaving him unable to think—or breathe—straight as unease tugged at him.

“Even though I expected a vacation for just you and me—some island your father recently acquired—you still found a way to impress me, Damien… the view, this dinner…” Marina chuckled, shaking her head as she reached for his hand. “You don’t have to do anything else, honey… I completely forgive you about last night.”

Damien scoffed and yanked his hand away. Marina let out a hollow laugh and flashed a polite smile at the watching guests—thankfully, none of them seemed to notice.

“So is she here?” Marina suddenly asked.

Damien’s eyes snapped to her, his jaw tightening.

“Tell me, honey… I’d love to meet the w***e you found appealing enough to play with.”

“Marina,” Damien growled, his fist slamming lightly against the table—just enough to silence her.

“I’m just curious, honey…”

Damien hissed and tore his gaze away—only to freeze.

Selene.

Her figure slid quietly past the hall entrance, her soft, alluring perfume drifting through the air and striking something sharp and dangerous inside him. He watched her leave, heels clicking against the tiles, her hips swaying effortlessly to the low, seductive rhythm of the music.

Marina followed Damien’s gaze and caught a fleeting glimpse of the familiar figure disappearing into the hallway.

“I’ll be right back…” Damien muttered before she could react. He rose abruptly, brushing past Marina and hurrying after Selene’s retreating form.

Marina’s fist clenched on the table, her teeth sinking shakily into her lower lip. That was her—the woman Damien had kissed the night before.

She drew in a steady breath, gulped down her water, and forced a small smile as she picked at her food, ignoring the confused glances around her.

She would stay calm. Yes, she would. She wasn’t about to catch Damien in the act—not yet. She would let him sink deeper into it first. Only then would denial become impossible.

“Selene…” Damien called, quickening his pace as he searched the hallway desperately.

Selene scoffed and rolled her eyes, slipping into the restroom and turning on the tap—deliberately drawing him in.

The door flew open moments later. Damien stepped inside and shut it behind him, leaving her no room to escape. His hand seized her waist and pinned her body against his in one swift motion.

“What do you think you’re doing, Damien? It’s your freaking anniversary,” Selene protested, pressing her palms to his chest in a futile attempt to push him away.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” he growled, leaning in and trailing kisses along the curve of her neck.

“Did what on purpose?” Selene hissed.

Damien chuckled.

“I know exactly what you’re doing, Selene. Don’t play dumb with me.”

Selene rolled her eyes.

His kisses deepened—turning into deliberate bites, into marks—until Selene’s eyes fluttered shut as pain rippled across her skin.

“What the hell are you doing?” she whimpered breathlessly.

“Marking you as mine,” he rumbled, biting again. Selene’s nails dug into his skin as she struggled.

“Don’t fight it, Selene… you’re mine now.”

He finally released her. Selene clutched her burning neck as Damien chuckled.

“Have you lost your mind?”

“Of course not,” he replied calmly. “This is exactly who I am… a little possessive when I really want something.”

Selene scoffed, her fists clenching at her sides.

“And believe me when I say—you’re the second woman I’ve ever truly wanted in my entire life. So forgive me if I don’t give you a choice, Selene… I’m having you whether you want this or not.”

A hard swallow slid down her throat as her eyes snapped back to his face.

“So stay away from—”

“Who’s the first woman?” she blurted, her voice betraying her.

Damien’s jaw clenched.

“Your wife?”

His hand seized her waist again, pulling her into him.

“You don’t get to ask questions, Selene,” he snapped. “You do as I f*****g say.”

“Get your hands off me,” Selene shot back, wrenching free and fixing her disheveled hair as tears unexpectedly burned her eyes.

“I don’t care who you think you are, Mr. Damien. You don’t have any right over me.”

She hissed and pushed past him, heading for the door.

“And just like you saw last night—I have a man in my life. And I will never let you have your way with me. There’s nothing you can do to change that.”

“Is that a challenge?” Damien’s calm, unwavering voice sliced through the air.

Selene ignored him, gripping the doorknob as a slow smile curved her lips.

“Well… challenge accepted, Selene,” Damien snarled.

His eyes followed her as she walked out, her swaying hips holding his gaze far longer than they should have.

He swallowed—hard.