Owned by Sin

2. "You deserve the best."

DAMIEN’S POV ⚜
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"You," tears rolled down her eyes making me clench my jaw, "you.. brought me here to make ..me..your..w-whore."

Whore?

My eyes turned red, my knuckles would have probably turned white. I felt my veins popping on my forehead as I stood up from the bed and asked to her in a loud voice,

"Where is this coming from?"

Her beautiful eyes looked here and there, blinking several times in order to stop her tears. My nerves ached.

"Zara. Are . you . deaf?"

She inhaled deeply as her eyes snapped towards me.

"You." She wiped her tears off, "You. You said that you want to make me your whore."

Silence. Fuck.

When did I say that? I would never in my dreams say that to a woman because I'm not a man who uses a woman for physical needs until and unless she offers herself to me willingly.

For fuck's sake, I didn't even knew that she exists in this world before one of my man called me to inform that Ember's have a daughter and that they were going to sell her to a fucking old man, like they were going to do it with one of my cousin sisters, who was trapped in a love affair by Luca Ember.

Yes, Zara's brother was involved in all these stuffs we refer to as sex trafficking. And he was going to do it with his own sister. Primarily, he deserved to be killed because he, like a fucker, first of all trapped my sister, made fake vows with her that he'll keep her happy, so and so, and then, he was going to sell her to some other man.

No fucking man who invades my territory, lives. So, I ordered his death.

Coming to Zara Ember. How could I've left her there, knowing that the one who had made this deal along with Luca would come and take her along with him only to use her body several times and abandon her like an age old rug.

Seeing tears in her eyes for her family clearly means that she doesn't know anything about the deals and I really don't want to break her completely by telling her directly that her blood brother was going to sell her. Even if that makes me a murderer infront of her eyes, it's not like I love her and her views matters. I've blood of several men on my hands, two more, doesn't matters.

But the one who said her that I have brought her here to make her my whore, deserves a reward from me, surely because lies, I hate lies.

"I would never say that, tesoro. There are many women who are ready to throw themselves upon me, willingly, why would I force you into becoming my whore? But I need to hear the truth, who said these words to you?"

Her eyes blinked this time, and she looked at me, like she was trying to engulf the truth that I haven't brought her here to make her my wh— forget it.

"Who?" I yelled which made her flinch. I had no other option, this was the third time I was questioning her.

"Y-your," I nodded for her to speak, "one of your.. men."

My chest rose as I inhaled.

"He.. held me.." her eyes moved, leaving me in surprise, towards her breasts, "tightly, forcibly."

Please don't focus on her chest. Damien. This is serious. No matter how mouth watering they look. No matter how full they look. No matter how well you know they'll fit in your palm.

"And?" I asked.

"He.. said—" I cut her off, "Exact words, Zara."

She gave me a short nod.