She Lit the Fuse
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Selene’s hands pressed against Damien’s chest in a desperate attempt to shove him away. Instead, his hand seized her waist, pinning her body against his as she struggled to pull free.
“Get off me…” she whimpered into his mouth, only for him to deepen the kiss, relentless.
“I want you, Selene… and you know it,” he moaned against her lips, his fingers lowering toward the slit above her thigh, desperate to go further—until Selene finally shoved him away, breathless, and cracked a hard slap across his face.
Gasps rippled across the club.
“Have you lost your f*****g mind?” Selene spat, her hand flying to her lips as she wiped at them desperately.
Damien lowered his gaze, wiping his mouth too. A small chuckle tore from his throat as he shook his head.
Selene’s lips parted in disbelief. “You think this is funny?” she asked, anger surging through her, her palms itching to strike him again.
“To think I was even feeling sorry… guilty for misjudging you,” Damien spat, lifting his head as his eyes dragged slowly over her body, disgust twisting his face.
“What are you even—”
“You’re exactly what I suspected from the very beginning, Selene,” he cut in coldly. “A w***e. A brainless woman desperate to sleep her way up the social ladder.”
Selene slapped him again.
Another round of gasps followed. Alex shot to his feet, ready to step in, but Greg grabbed his arm.
“Stay out of it.”
Alex sat back down, jaw clenched, forcing his gaze away.
“How dare you say that to me—” Selene hissed.
Damien scoffed.
“Oh, please. Spare me the pretence,” he sneered. “I mean, look at you.”
His hand caught her again, yanking her into him as she struggled violently.
“All dressed up like this… or why else are you here if not to find the next man to throw yourself at?” His eyes swept the room deliberately, dragging her gaze with his. Every eye in the club was on them.
“I bet they’re all waiting their turn,” he continued mockingly. “Too bad—they’ll have to wait until I’m done.”
Selene bit hard on her lower lip, fury erupting inside her as Damien leaned toward her neck, inhaling as though he owned her, ignoring her frantic attempts to pull away.
“So what do you say we get into it already, Selene?” he whispered cruelly. “How much will it cost me?”
He reached for the strap of her dress—
A sudden force slammed into him.
Damien staggered back in shock as a figure shoved through the crowd.
“Get your hands off her,” Ricardo growled, his fist crashing into Damien’s face before he could react.
Selene threw herself between them instantly, grabbing Ricardo’s arm to stop another blow.
Damien chuckled dryly, wiping the thin trail of blood from his lip as his eyes flicked between Selene and a seething Ricardo.
“How dare you lay your filthy hands on her?” Ricardo snarled, still straining to lunge forward. Selene held him back.
“Please… don’t,” she pleaded softly, her eyes fixed on Ricardo alone.
Damien scoffed.
“Let’s just go,” Selene urged, rubbing soothing circles over Ricardo’s back.
“You hit me?” Damien muttered, chuckling under his breath.
“And what are you going to do about it?” Ricardo shot back, seizing Selene’s wrist and shooting the onlookers a furious glare before dragging her out of the club.
“I’m sorry you had to see that,” Selene said quietly as he pulled her along.
Ricardo said nothing.
“I didn’t mean to—”
He shoved her back against the wall, knocking the breath from her lungs as he pinned her there.
“I said I was sorry,” she whispered.
“If you’re going to be mine, Selene,” he barked, “then you’ll be loyal to me—and only me.”
She nodded quickly.
“All the grovelling, the apologies… you made me cancel important meetings just to be here,” he ranted. “I thought you’d finally figured out what was good for you.”
“I promise I’m yours now, Ricardo,” Selene said softly. “I planned this trip to prove it.”
He released her and exhaled sharply, forcing himself to calm down.
Selene chuckled and leaned in teasingly. “If you’re this jealous, then how long have you really had your eyes on me?” She brushed a light kiss against his lips.
He leaned in again. She pulled back, smiling—her gaze lifting past his shoulder.
Damien stood several meters away, towering, fists clenched, eyes blazing as he watched them.
“I’ll say since your brother was alive,” Selene muttered darkly. “You only hated me because you wished you could have me all to yourself—but we both know the old man—”
Selene’s gaze dropped briefly, then lifted again, deliberate.
“You should’ve just told me you wanted me too, Ricardo,” she murmured. “Then things wouldn’t have gotten so bad. You even put me up for sale just to humiliate me.”
Ricardo sighed. “I’m sorry, Selene. I can fix it.”
“Shhh,” she whispered, pressing a finger to his lips. Her eyes met Damien’s again—and she smiled.
“Don’t apologise,” she murmured. “If you hadn’t done that, I wouldn’t have seen the light. And we wouldn’t be here tonight.”
She bit down on her lower lip and finally tore her gaze away.
“I don’t think I can wait anymore,” Ricardo growled, seizing her wrist and dragging her down the hallway.
Damien watched as their figures disappeared into the distance.
Rage tore through him.
He slammed his fist into the wall, pacing back and forth as his mind spiralled—filled with nothing but Selene.
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