♛Dark Adult Billionaire Enemies To Lovers Romance ♛
Damon King. Influential. Powerful. Owner of multi-billion dollar companies.
Damon King upholds an infamous reputation for being one of the most ruthless, violent, and cold- hearted men among vultur...
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ANNA DELANEY
First stepping into Damon's bedroom, you'd think everything was alright. Almost normal.
But the bathroom would convince you otherwise. The thousand dollar mirror was broken with a large dent in the middle, most likely from his fist. Empty bottles of scotch and brandy were on the floor as the cigarettes laid in the sink.
The dark grey couch in front of the bed had an empty bottle of whiskey and the man of the hour. He was sitting down with his bruised hands holding his head as his elbows rested on his knees. I couldn't even fathom how he must be feeling right now, it hurt to know that he was in pain while I worried over a few missed calls and texts when he was feeling like this.
"Damon," I whispered, setting my purse down on the floor as I made way to stand in front of him.
Looking up with nearly bloodshot eyes, I noticed his eyes were dry, not a single hint of tears were present in his eyes.
"Go away Anna," he said darkly as I shook my head "no" telling him I wasn't going anywhere. "Anna leave before-"
"Confide in me," I said standing in front of him repeating the words he once said to me.
"Leave," he said in his commanding tone again.
"Confide in me," I said in a broken voice. I hated seeing him this way, so hurt. "Please," I begged, willing my tears not to fall.
"Get out Anna," he said again calmly but there was rage underneath his words. Everything was building up inside of him and he couldn't let it out. How could he? He was CEO, the ruthless billionaire who didn't have emotions according to the world.
"No-" I said surprised when he snapped, quickly getting up grabbing a glass half full of whiskey, downing it and throwing it on the wall right behind me as he stood before me. I flinched at the sound and surprise but I wasn't scared like he wanted me to be.
"I'm not scared," I said cupping his head in both my hands trying to get through to him.
"I'm not going to be gentle."
"I don't want you to be," I said meaningfully. When we are together, I want him to feel the way I do, the way he makes me feel: wanted, loved, and cherished. Most of all, I didn't care about the way he was with me tonight, so long as I get to take away a fraction of the pain he feels.
Watching his eyes darken as his jaw clenched, he backed me up against the wall gripping my chin harshly whispering into my ear, "I don't deserve you." And before I could tell him otherwise, his lips slammed into mine molding our tongues together as he gripped the nape of my neck in a stronghold.
Wiping his lip with his thumb, Damon walked over to another bottle of whiskey. "Strip," he said darkly.
This side of Damon was void of emotions, it was like he was acting the part everyone expected him to be and all I wanted to do was to hold him, touch him and tell him that he didn't need to play a part for anyone, that his pain was my pain.
