Damned if I do | Damned trilogy #1

Chapter Seven: Drake

"You have to be kidding me," she said, crossing her arms and turning back to me with a glare that could freeze the molten throne under Dad's arse.

"Yeah, I don't do that," I told her.

"I am not sharing a room with you."

"You don't really have a choice."

"You never mentioned I'd have to share a room with you."

"We're married. What did you expect?"

"I'm going home."

"I'm not taking you."

"I'm sure I can find my own way out."

She walked towards the door, but I put my hand against the frame of the closed door to stop her opening it.

"Serenity, you go wandering around out there and who knows how long you'll be lost."

"Wren."

I blinked. "What?"

"I go by Wren now."

I huffed. "Fine. Wren."

She was a holy enigma and I couldn't get my head around it. By human standards, she was taking this far better than I'd expected. I'd even seen her smiling absently as she watched Kyle's antics. She'd barely baulked at the idea of being my wife and coming to Hell. But sharing a room with me was enough to break the deal? I didn't understand. And I sure as Heaven wasn't about to negotiate anything. She was in my domain now with no way home; I was in charge now. Although, I had to concede that I wanted this to go better than it currently was.

She was centimetres from me, smelling sweet and tempting. She was glaring at me, which got every single motor I owned running – nothing I liked better than angry sex. And my wife wasn't just angry with me, she was exuding hatred in a way that made me hard. My fingers itched to see if she was as soft as she looked. I wanted to know if she tasted as sweet as she smelled. I wanted to know if that streak of vixen I'd seen behind the mask of innocence would take over in bed.

But it was more than that.

As her green eyes bored into mine, I felt the first real battle of wills I'd encountered since I'd arrived in Hell. I clashed with my father constantly, but nothing I did would diminish his supremacy over me and Hell. I could pick a fight all I liked with any other hellspawn but, no matter what I told them, they always deferred to me. I'd been caught between being more powerful than all but one man for eons, but Wren didn't care about propriety.

And that sent a thrill through me I'd never felt before.

"We are not sharing a room," she said through gritted teeth.

"This is not a negotiation. That bed is our–"

The door pushed me forwards, which meant I ran into Wren. My arms went around her instinctively to keep her from falling. For a brief moment, there was less hatred in her eyes and I saw there was a flicker of desire. She wanted me. Even if she didn't want to. That I could work with. The rules of Hell were not the rules of Heaven or Earth.

"Um, sir?" I heard and remembered why Wren was in my arms.

I let her go somewhat abruptly and turned to the guard demon. "What is it, Neville?" I snapped.

Neville bowed his head. "Sorry to interrupt, sir. But his devilness is ready for you."

I sighed and prayed to Grandad for strength – someone in our family had to be normal, surely? "Right. He wants us now then?"

"Yes, sir. He's got a whole...thing in motion."

Of course, he did. He'd regaled me with many plans before I'd left. They'd all included dinner and at least one show. "Sure." I looked to the boys. "Truman, unpack Wren's things."