Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Damon
I wanted to kill them. Belmont. Amir. Uzair. I wanted to kill them all and mount their fucking heads to the walls of this house. A museum—mausoleum to those who dared to take my wife from me.
I wasn’t sure what was worse: Belmont daring to ask me to whore out my wife or that I’d had to pretend to consider it.
Fury burned holes in my veins, my body turning into a mesh of seeping madness.
For a white-hot second of rage, justice—the legal version—was overrated. My freedom was overrated. Everything short of killing them in the most painful of ways and then taking Robyn with me was overrated.
But the consequence of that choice extinguished my violent instinct in an instant.
To end them and flee with my wife would resign the rest of her life to the shadows. Hiding. Running. Everything she’d been doing up until this point.
What kind of justice was that? What kind of future was that?
So, I’d swallowed down my wrath like it was the sharpest knife, burying the deadly end deep in my chest along with my resistance. The Remington I wanted them to see had just sold the idea that his wife was a commodity, one that could be bought and one that could be loaned out for the sake of the deal.
“ What’s one night, Remington, for the sake of the deal? You said yourself the marriage was transactional.”
I’d been backed into a corner, and though I wasn’t sure if Belmont knew it, Shazad certainly did.
My fucking wife.
I’d told Belmont I was tired of being fucked with every time I acceded to another of their demands and that I needed the rest of the day to consider it.
Maybe the threat of this deal falling through would make him sweat enough to stand up to Shazad. Probably not.
My footsteps that clicked like shell casings falling on the hardwood floor slowed. Belmont’s guard swore under his breath as he almost ran into my back.
The bones in my fist creaked and cracked as I drew my hand from my pocket and stretched my fingers apart. My muscles protested, wanting to snap back together and take my anger out on the man looming like a heavily breathing shadow at my back.
“If I could borrow your phone, old sport, I need to make a call,” I said to my hulking escort with a pleasant but demanding smile.
With a grunt, a black cell materialized in his outstretched hand. “Make it quick.”
“Thanks.” I tipped my head, hovering my finger over the screen as I eyed him for some privacy.
His lip twitched, and he took a single step back. My brow arched, and then I chuckled; it wasn’t like the call wouldn’t be monitored anyway, but apparently that wasn’t enough. I wasn’t an enemy, but neither was I to be trusted.
The phone felt like a thousand pounds in my hand, my thumb stiff as I tapped out the number.
I’d prepared for whatever card Belmont could play—even the riskiest one of bringing me here only to take me out. This card, though, hadn’t even been in the deck until Robyn walked through the doors.
Fortunately, I was well-versed in this kind of destructive decision-making. The FBI had equipped me with the skill, which I’d then honed during my decade in the criminal underworld. Many times, I’d come face-to-face with the unexpected. Many times, I’d had mere minutes and sometimes only seconds to assess my options and choose the one with the most acceptable outcome.
And the choice in front of me only had one option: there was no way in hell I was letting anyone else touch my wife.
But if I refused outright, the deal would tank, and Belmont wouldn’t let Robyn and me just walk out of here. So, I pretended to consider it because it would buy me time. Not enough time for Pat to coordinate some other escape. No, that was never in the cards. Even if I tried, Belmont would have his men on me before I even signaled for help.
There’d only ever been two ways this was going to end. The way I’d hoped: with me walking out of here with the details of Belmont’s and Shazad’s operations as my bargaining chip. Or in a nuclear fucking catastrophe.
And as soon as they brought my wife into this, I’d turned on the one-way street toward catastrophe.
I tapped to call Pat before I could convince myself otherwise. Every choice had a consequence, and it killed me knowing how this would hurt her. But I didn’t have another option. There was no outcome worth fighting for if it meant risking her.
The line started to ring, and the band around my chest ratcheted tighter.
“Damon.” The lilt in his voice hung even heavier; we’d been working together too long for him not to know this call didn’t signal anything good.
“Pat, the cleaners are on their way to the house. Can you disarm the security system?”
I wasn’t sure how long his silence lasted, but I felt it like the weight of decades stretched through the line.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Another pause. “Of course.”
“Thank you, Pat.” My voice trembled.
“No, Damon…thank you.” His voice split with emotion over the words, and then he hung up. There was nothing left to say.
No empire was built in a single day. Not Rome nor Damon Remington. Yet it only took a single choice to begin their destruction.
I’d vowed to protect my wife, and I would never not do everything in my power to keep her safe. Even if it meant annihilating my own world a second time.
I handed the guard back his phone, his gaze slightly narrowed, wondering what I’d just signaled. It wouldn’t matter. They would never fathom what I’d just done because they’d never known love.
Only love had the power to make one risk everything and yet sacrifice nothing.
“What did he want?” Robyn’s question fired out as soon as the door closed behind me.
She’d been sitting in the chair by the window and rose when I entered, wearing only one of my dress shirts with less than half the buttons done. The fabric dipped open at her sternum and creased against her nipples as they pebbled.
What I wouldn’t give for this sight every day for the rest of my life. Unfortunately, there was a price to pay for my years of sins committed in the name of keeping her safe.
“Robber,” I groaned and breathed deep when she got close.
Gripping the shirt in my hands, it only took a single hard tug to send the buttons flying.
“Damon.” She grabbed my wrists, preventing me from completely stripping her. Glittering indomitable eyes bored into mine. “What did he want?”
My jaw pumped. “You,” I growled. “He wanted you.”
Overpowering her, I forced the fabric from her shoulders, wondering if it was my admission or the chill in the room that made her skin pebble.
“What?”
“They wanted one last show of loyalty. For me to let Uzair have a single night…” I couldn’t even finish, the words ate through my tongue like acid.
Her nostrils flared. “Let him try.”
I couldn’t help but smile. My warrior. My wife.
Locking my hands on her waist, I pulled her to me and lowered my head.
“As much as I’d love to see what you’d do to the man, Robber, you know I’d never let him near you,” I murmured and sealed my mouth to hers.
Heaven would never compare to the warmth and sweetness of my wife. I kissed her deeply. To soothe where anger had charred my veins. And satiate where possession had scorched my lungs.
“Damon.” She pushed back, panting, “What did you say? You didn’t say no, did you?” Her eyes searched mine, knowing if I had said no, I wouldn’t be here right now.
Dragging my mouth to her ear, I murmured, “I told him I needed the day to think about it.”
“To come up with a plan.” Her exhale warmed my cheek as my lips sank lower to the side of her neck and then to her collarbone.
“Fuck, I need you, Robber,” I said into the velvet valley of her sternum, dropping to one knee as I skated my mouth toward her breast.
I groaned when she grabbed my hair and forced my head back to meet her gaze.
“You already have a plan.”
I breathed deeply. Painfully. “I do,” I said, but she didn’t need to know it—couldn’t know all of it. I hated to keep something else from her, but it was nothing compared to what I’d feel were I to put her in danger.
“What is—” She broke off with a gasp when I cupped between her legs, stroking through the slickness that gathered and then pushing two fingers inside her.
“Pat is handling it. He just needs time.” I coaxed her with my words and fingers. Feasted on her breasts until her body dripped desire into my palm.
“God, Damon,” she moaned, her body rolling and shifting into me with restless desire.
“I want this every day, Robber. Every damn day.” I laved over her nipple and then curled my fingers into her front wall, her harsh spasm causing my own shudder.
My cock throbbed for her. Fifteen years, and I’d never been a slave to its natural lust until now. Now, it felt like I slowly suffocated every second I wasn’t inside her.
Drawing my fingers to my mouth, I tipped my head back and let her watch as I sucked her warm honey from my fingers.
“Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.”
Her cheeks were flushed, a variant shade of the color of her hair, as I rose in front of her.
“What’s the plan, Damon?” She reached forward and pressed her hand to my cock.
A strangled groan tore from my chest. I reached for her wrist, pressing her harder to my groin so she could feel me thicken into her palm.
“The plan is to fuck my wife’s tight little cunt until Pat does what he needs to do,” I answered between clenched teeth. “Now get on the bed.”
This time, she complied. There was a flash of red followed by pale skin and pure sin as she settled on the mattress. With rough motions, I undid my belt and the waistband of my pants.
“Fuck, Robber,” I cursed ferally when she tipped forward, presenting me with the sight of her swollen pussy.
Bent over, she was perfect and prone and waiting, and I barely had my cock free before I was lining the head up with her slick entrance.
“You’re so wet.” Gripping myself, I slid my tip along her seam until my cock glistened.
“Damon…” She rocked back just as I reached her entrance and notched myself in her heat.
“Damn, Robber.” I released my cock, the damn thing swelling even thicker as I shackled her hips. Fuck, I was so fucking hard. My vision swam as I stared at my dick .
And then I buried the massive length inside my wife. From the head all the way to the beads at the root, she took my pearled cock with a throaty cry, feeling the stretch of my size.
Her body jerked from the sudden intrusion. She had to be sore after all the ways I’d taken her last night. Yet, she was the one who waited for me in nothing but a shirt. She was the one who climbed onto the bed and bared her wet cunt to my gaze. She was the one who pressed back like she needed me inside her just as much as I needed to be there.
“Are you okay?” I rasped, my body trembling with the need to move. To thrust. To rut into the delicious heat swallowing my cock.
“God, yes. Damon. Don’t stop.” It wasn’t a plea but an order.
Holding her tight, I pulled back and began to thrust. Faster. Deeper. Harder. I needed more. I needed her to feel that there was no stopping this. No stopping us. No matter what happened tonight, I would find my way back to her.
“Do they feel good?” I growled as I drove forward again.
I didn’t have to ask. I could feel the way her muscles rippled and clenched around my cock. I could see the way my skin glistened with her desire, every bead winking at me as I pulled out. Fuck, I was losing my mind.
“Yes. God, yes.” Robyn panted incoherently and started to rock into my thrusts, begging me to fully sheath myself in her cunt.
I’d wondered…imagined for years what it would finally be like for us to be together again. What all the modifications I’d done would feel like for her. What they’d feel like for me. Indescribable. Unholy.
Reaching one hand up her spine, I grabbed her hair and twisted it in a rope around my fist, firmly pulling her head and forcing her back to arch.
“Good because you feel so fucking good…ahh, so fucking tight around me.” She was made of pure ecstasy. The way her body bent and stretched and soaked for me pushed me to the limit.
I felt the swell of pressure at the base of my spine. My cock swelled until the beads were hard, defined nubs, ribbing into the walls of her pussy with every thrust.
“That’s it, Robber. Show me how much you want your husband’s cock.”
She whimpered and pushed into me, her orgasm cresting. The clutch of her body warred between pulling me in and pushing me out. I thrust harder, working myself closer to burying the last of my pearls where they rimmed the base of my cock.
Gripping her hair harder, I snaked my hand around her hips and searched out her clit. One stroke was all it took to send her center of pleasure hurtling over the edge.
She screamed as her release swept through her. In an instant, her torso lowered onto her elbows as she lost the strength to hold up on her arms. The change in the angle made me feral. Holding my forearm under her hips, I claimed her through the onslaught of her trembling pleasure.
My thrusts turned erratic. Deeper. My orgasm came for me like a hand around my throat, choking everything but the feel of her heat squeezing me. With a shout, I impaled her with all of me, watching the way her body took that last inch of my cock thickened with the largest silicone beads and then tightened as though to lock me inside her as I came.
I bent forward, darkness claiming my vision as my release filled her. Somehow through the remnants of pleasure, I lowered us both to the bed, keeping us on our sides.
My forehead rested on her shoulder, my breath coming in rough bursts .
“Damon.”
“You’re mine, Robber. My wife,” I muttered, kissing her nape.
“I love you, Damon.”
In every lifetime, that confession would still my heart. “Do you trust me?”
Before she could respond, I snaked my arm over her hips, my hand searching out her center again. I felt where we were still joined and then proceeded to finger her swollen clit through two more orgasms before the convulsions of her pussy brought me another climax of my own.
A little while later, we stood in front of the window, staring at the massacre of colors the sunset painted on the sky. I held Robyn to my chest, my fingers gently playing with her hair. And that was when the knock came.
She clutched me tighter. “Why isn’t Pat here yet?”
I had to admit, I didn’t think it would take this long for them to come, but there was nothing I could do to make it go faster. “Soon.” I pressed my lips to her head. “We’ll be out of here soon.”
“Mr. Remington.” Another impatient knock. “They’re waiting,” the cold voice on the other side of the door warned.
I went to release her, and Robyn grabbed my arm, shaking her head. “I don’t like this, Damon. You don’t have to go. Just give some excuse to stay until Pat gets here.”
I took her hand and kissed the backs of her knuckles, memorizing the feel of her wedding ring against her skin. Knowing I’d gotten her back was the only thing giving me enough strength to let her go. “I promised you I’d end this, and I will. Trust me.”
Her eyes flickered, and her brows started to draw together. “It’s them I don’ t trust.”
“I know, Robber,” I murmured and kissed her forehead. “Promise me you’ll lock the door and stay here when I leave.”
Her eyes glistened when they looked up to mine. “Promise me you’ll come back.”
“Always. I will always come back to you,” I vowed and then walked away from her before I no longer had the strength to.