DADDY'S LITTLE VIRGIN:BEGS FOR HIS RUIN

ESCAPING DAMIEN KANE WAS GOING TO BE IMPOSSIBLE

Chapter 3

Sammy's POV

I stood frozen as the heavy sound of his boots stopped right in front of me.

The cool air of the hallway suddenly felt boiling hot. Damien blocked the entire exit with his huge body.

His broad shoulders completely filled my view, making it impossible for me to see anything else. Up close like this, I felt tiny, like a small bird trapped in a cage.

He didn't say anything at first. He just stood there, looking down at me with those dark, dangerous eyes that seemed to read every single one of my thoughts.

My heart was beating so hard against my ribs I was sure he could hear it. I hated it. I hated how my body reacted to him.

I hated the way my breath caught, and I especially hated the warm, heavy feeling that pooled deep between my thighs the moment he stepped into my space.

Remember who you are, I screamed at myself inside my head. He is just an arrogant man. He is a criminal in a leather jacket. You are a professional. You do not let men scare you.

I forced my shoulders back, lifted my chin, and looked him right in the face. I put on my coldest, most professional voice, the one I used when I was destroying men in court.

"Move out of my way," I said, my voice steady and sharp.

Damien didn't move an inch. Instead, a slow smile spread across his face. It was the same cocky look from the coffee shop, but now that we were completely alone behind closed doors, it felt a hundred times more dangerous.

"And if I don't?" his rough, deep voice rumbled. The sound was so low it felt like a physical shake in the air.

"If you don't, I will scream," I threatened, glaring at him behind my glasses. "Your son is right outside. I will report you to the police, and I will make sure you are in trouble for this. I don't care who you think you are in this town, Mr. Kane. You do not trap me in a hallway."

Damien let out a low, amused laugh. He didn't look scared at all. In fact, my threats seemed to make him even more entertained. He took a slow, deliberate step forward.

"What are you doing?" I snapped, my voice sharp. "Do not take another step."

Damien didn't say a word. He didn't even blink. He just kept his dark eyes locked on mine and took a second, massive step closer, invading my personal space.

"I said, stop right there," I hissed, my hands clenching into fists at my sides.

I wanted to yell. I wanted to scream loud enough to bring the whole house down and call him the creep he was.

But I couldn't. The memory of my mother's begging face flashed in my mind. Do this for your sister. Just this once. Please.

I had promised my mom I would support Mimi. If I started screaming in the hallway of the groom's family home, it would cause a massive mess.

It would completely ruin the wedding and destroy my sister's chance of marrying into this family.

I couldn't do that to my mom, and I couldn't give Mimi a reason to say I ruined her life. So, I kept my voice low, trapped by my own promise.

Since I couldn't yell, my survival instincts kicked in, and I automatically took a step back to get away from him.

He took another step forward. I took another step back.

We kept moving like that, a tense game of cat and mouse, until the back of my knees hit something solid. It was a heavy wooden table sitting against the wall. I was completely trapped. There was nowhere left for me to run.

Damien stopped right in front of me, closing the remaining distance until his heavy leather jacket was almost touching the front of my dress.

He was so close I could feel the intense heat coming off his skin. He smelled like expensive cologne and fresh wood. It was an incredibly manly smell that filled my nose and made my head spin.

"You have a really big mouth for a girl who just told a massive lie out there," He murmured, leaning down slightly so his face was level with mine. His dark eyes locked onto my lips before traveling back up to my eyes.

"What happened to 'I've never seen this man in my life,' Sammy? Huh?"

My breath caught in my throat. Hearing my name come out of his mouth felt way too close. It made my skin tingle in a way that terrified me.

"I lied because I didn't want to make a scene in front of my sister," I snapped, trying desperately to keep my voice from shaking.

"I didn't want her to know that her future father-in-law is a shameless creep who flirts with girls young enough to be his daughter in coffee shops."

"Is that what I was doing?" He asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

He raised his large, tatted hand. I tensed up, expecting him to grab me, but he didn't. Instead, his thick fingers gently brushed against the side of my glasses, fixing them where they sat on my nose.

His rough skin lightly rubbed against my cheek, and a shock of pure electricity shot straight through my body.

I gasped, my hands gripping the edge of the wooden table behind me just to stay standing.

My body was completely betraying me. I hated men. I knew what they did to women. I knew how they cheated, lied, and broke the women who trusted them.

My own father had ruined my mother’s life, and I had sworn never to let a man get close to me.

Yet, this older, rough stranger was touching my face, and my body was begging for him to come closer.

"I wasn't flirting with you, princess," Damien whispered, his eyes burning into mine. "I was letting you know that I see you. I saw right through that icy, angry attitude the second you opened your mouth at the counter. You think you're so tough because you have a fancy job and a sharp tongue."

"I am tough," I growled, trying to push him away with my words since I didn't dare place my hands on his chest. "I don't need anything from a man like you."

"We'll see about that," he murmured. His face moved closer, his lips hovering just inches away from my ear. His warm breath hit my skin, making me shiver.

"But let me give you a warning since you're a guest in my house. You can act like a cold, untouchable boss in the city all you want. But out here, on my land, you will watch your mouth." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in.

"I heard the way you spoke about my people out there," he continued, his tone turning heavy and serious.

"You called us criminals and bullies. My men work hard, and they respect this family. I won't have you coming into my home and insulting them because you have a problem with men."

"I was just speaking the truth," I muttered, though my voice lacked its original bite because of how close he was.

"No, you were being a brat," Damien said smoothly. He straightened up, looking down at me with absolute power.

"And I know exactly how to handle bad behavior. Before this weekend is over, Sammy, I am going to break that icy attitude of yours. I'm going to make you drop that shield and show me what's really hiding underneath." My heart hammered wildly.

Was he threatening me? Or was he promising something else? Before I could find my voice to fire back another insult, the sound of heavy footsteps came from the glass doors at the end of the hallway.

Damien didn't panic. With a smooth, casual movement, he stepped back, creating a good amount of space between us just as the door swung open.

"Sammy? Dad?"

It was Ezra. He walked into the hallway, looking between the two of us with a curious face. He stopped when he noticed how red my face was and how closely his father was standing next to me.

"Everything okay in here?" He asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Everything is fine, son," Damien said, his voice instantly shifting back to its calm, casual tone. He didn't look bothered at all. He acted like he hadn't just trapped me against a table and whispered wicked promises into my ear.

"Your sister-in-law just got a little lost looking for the restroom. I was showing her the way."

Ezra looked at me, waiting for my response. I could feel his gaze scanning my face, checking to see if I was going to make a scene.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced a fake smile. "Yes. I'm fine. I was just heading back outside."

Without looking at Damien again, I pushed past both of them and walked quickly down the hallway, my heart racing and my hands shaking. I needed to get away from him. I needed to get through this weekend and get back to the city where I was safe.

But as I walked out into the sunlight, I could still feel the heat of his touch on my cheek, and I knew, deep down, that escaping Damien Kane was going to be impossible.