“Last night, not only did I tell you the truth of who I am, and what my family do, I told you that I was in love with you. After everything you’ve been through, I wouldn’t be surprised if you did walk out that door and not come back.”
Mia rested her hands on her hips and glared at him. “You’re going to define who I am based on my past?”
“You’ve been through a lot.”
“So has everyone else, and guess what? We fight, we move on.”
“I’m going to kill Ivan Smith, Mia. I’m going to cut his dick off and feed it to him. Then I’m going to plunge my knife into his stomach and tear him until I split him apart.”
“That’s very … colorful.”
“It’s the man that I am.” He stood up and started to walk toward her.
Mia wasn’t afraid. She knew who he was and what he was capable of. To her, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was at the end of the day he came home.
“I’m in love with you,” he said.
She placed her hands on his chest and stared into his eyes. “Then come home. Do what you need to do and come home.” Then without any hesitation, she went onto her tiptoes, and pressed her lips against his. She pushed her fingers into his hair, and held him tightly to her as she teased across his lips until he opened up, and she plunged her tongue into his mouth.
Releasing a moan, she gasped herself as he grabbed her ass, and pressed her against the wall.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Mia. So much,” he said, breaking the kiss. He had her pressed against the wall and his body, and she liked it.
The hardness of his cock nestled against her stomach. Staring into his eyes, she knew that she wanted him more than anything else. “You think you know me?”
He tilted his head to the side.
“There’s a lot you don’t know, Damian. I’m not just some damsel in distress. I’ve been able to live my life perfectly fine.”
“You were terrified of Ivan.”
“I was scared of what that monster would make me do. I love my son, and I don’t know the kind of limits I would have to keep him warm at night and fed. I’ve heard a lot of bad stuff about Ivan’s women, and that was what I was to a lot of people. Just another woman. I wasn’t his.” She ran her thumb across his lip. “He wasn’t my first, Damian. I’m not some damsel in distress here. I can take care of myself, and you don’t have to be careful with me.”
“Damian, come on. We’ve got to go,” Rick said, yelling toward them. She turned toward the door.
“I’ve got to go.”
“Then go. I’m still going to be here when you get back.”
He sank his fingers into her hair, tugged on the length, and slammed his lips down on hers, making her moan.
“Come on!” Rick’s yell was losing patience.
Damian groaned. “I feel like a fucking teenage boy right now.”
She chuckled. “Go. Everything is going to be fine. You’ll see.”
He stepped back and held his hands up. “I want you to wear this for me,” he said. In his hand was a necklace, a heart with a single jewel in the corner. It was delicate and beautiful.
“Why?”
“I saw this a few years ago, and I always promised myself that when I finally found my woman, I’d want her to wear it. To a lot of people it has no significant value. It’s expensive, but this is more personal to me, Mia. I want you to have it so that you know you own my heart, and you do.”
She lifted her hair up, and turned. “I’ll wear it for you.” She had no jewelry, and when he placed the fine chain around her neck, there was something that triggered in her head.
This was her granting him permission to own her.
It was strange how bound to him she felt. Some of the women may not initially feel a connection with their men, but she did. Every time she looked at Damian there was this pull that she couldn’t deny, this feeling that she wanted to be with him more than anything else. Maybe, just maybe it was in fact love. Her feelings for him that she had never given to another.