Forever (Betrothed 7)

I came face-to-face with Annabella, who emerged behind me without making a sound. I was hypnotized by her beauty, so I stood there for second and stared down at her.

She took the glass from my hand. “No more of this.” After taking a sip, she stepped around me and poured the contents back into the bottle. Then she placed the booze and glass back into the liquor cabinet. “I’m fucking you now, so I get to nag.” She gave me a look of attitude before she walked back toward the couch.

I watched her go, a bit turned on by her bossiness. “Hades has a medical issue. I might be as healthy as a horse.”

She got to the couch and took a seat. “Until we know for sure, you’re cutting back.” She faced the TV and stared at the screen for a while before she noticed my silence. Then she turned her gaze back to me, unapologetic.

I didn’t appreciate being told what to do, but damn, it was pretty hot when she did it. I sat down on the couch beside her. “Fine. I said you could nag at me when you’re fucking me. So, I guess that’s fair.”

“Damn right, it’s fair. I want you to live a long time, Damien.”

I’d never known how much I would enjoy being loved by one woman, but it was pretty sexy to see a babe care about me so much, that she would stand up to me to make sure I was healthy and safe.

My arm moved over the back of the couch so my fingers could slide into her hair. “If we go to the doctor and everything is fine, am I off the hook?”

“No. Even if you’re healthy now, you won’t be healthy soon if you continue to drink like that. So, no more.”

“Ever?”

“Yep.”

“Baby, that seems a little harsh…”

She must’ve known her demand was unrealistic because she softened right away. “All right…but you need to cut back significantly.”

“You’ve got a deal.” I brought my face close to hers and rubbed my nose softly against her cheek. My other hand moved into her hair so I could grasp it, control her completely. I forced her lips my way and looked her in the eye before I kissed her. I’d had her all night and all afternoon, but as if those sessions had never happened, I wanted her more. My hand moved to her left hip, and I grabbed the strap of her thong so I could pull it down her long legs.

She dropped her attitude instantly, becoming aroused like the fight was long over.

I pinned her to the corner of the couch and pulled down my own sweats so I could fuck her while I pressed her into the cushions.

With her top still on, she opened her legs and pulled me to her. She was tucked into the corner of the furniture so she could barely move. All she could do was take it, whatever I wanted to give her.

I got between her legs and gave a hard thrust, pushing myself inside like I owned her, could do whatever the hell I wanted.

Which was true. As far as I was concerned, I did own her.

I started to fuck her hard against the couch. Lovemaking was over, and now I just wanted to have her. I wanted to take her good and hard because that was what a man was supposed to do with his woman. It wasn’t just slow and smooth strokes, quiet whispers filled with promises. It was aggressive and possessive, right to the point, and with just enough hardness to make her scream.

But we didn’t get far because the main window shattered.

The window that overlooked the balcony was enormous, a large arch fifteen feet in height. Made of solid glass that was bulletproof, it was indestructible. But it fractured into a million pieces, as if a bomb had just gone off and crushed it to dust. My home had been breached with weapons of warfare, the safety my castle once provided long gone. The sound of shards hitting the floor was so loud and distinct I would never forget it because it was such a cacophony, such a distinguished assault.

I immediately went into fight mode. Danger was around us, and I needed to get my gun and get Annabella the hell out of there. I was off her in a nanosecond, my pants up as I dashed to the nightstand where I kept my pistol.

“Move, and I’ll shoot you.” The sound of broken glass had disappeared, and now it was quiet. A man was behind me, and his voice was easy to recognize. I should’ve made my move sooner, and now I was out of time. A barrel was pointed right at my back, and with one squeeze of the trigger, I’d be dead on the floor. My nightstand was still seven feet away, and I wouldn’t be able to get to it without him piercing my skull and spraying my brains on the wall. “How did you break through the glass?”