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“I do not give a single fuck about what anyone else thinks. The people that matter. Our family. Your friends. They know how hard you worked. The ceiling could fall down, and they’ll still be impressed.”
The event sold out months ago, no doubt in part to Damon encouraging his buddies to participate. Now that I understand more of his world, I’ve realized it was probably less encouraged and more demanded. At eight thousand dollars a table, I really don’t care if Damon held them at gunpoint. I’m ecstatic we’ve raised so much money before the auction has even started.
“We’re in public.” He shrugs. “Some people like that sort of thing.”
He pulls me into his arms for a quick kiss. “I’m up first. Bid high, make me look good.” I huff out a laugh, the thought of him being up for auction no longer bothering me now that I have the go-ahead to drop an obscene amount of money. It’s all for a good cause, making it even better. Xander gives my shoulder a quick squeeze as he follows after his older brother. “I’m right after him. Please don’t bid on me. I’d like to leave here with my legs intact.”
Xander goes up next, and I raise my paddle high, loving the way Damon glares at me. He’s supposed to be speaking with the woman who won, but all of his attention is on me. I bid again, and Xander looks worriedly between me and his brother and sighs in acceptance.
“I didn’t think you were coming.” Her voice sounds small, and I can’t fucking have that. I twist her chin to face me, brushing my lips over hers, and promise, “I’ll always come.”
“I want you waking up screaming my name every night.” “That doesn’t seem practica—”
“Go ahead and run. There’s nowhere you can hide that I can’t find. You can trust me to chase you. So, go ahead and run. Besides, I think it’s cute you think you can get away from me.”
“It’s not like our deal is permanent.” Damon reels back like I slapped him. “The fuck it’s not. You married me.” I bite my bottom lip, testing a little more. “We can get divorced?” His laughter shakes my entire body as he struggles to breathe.
“Okay, so we won’t have kids.” “Don’t you want kids?” “Sure, but only if it was with you.”
“I love you.” My words rush out before I can stop them. Damon growls into my neck, sending shivers through me, and lowers until his weight is pressing me into the mattress. “I’ve been dying to hear those words come out of your mouth since the first time I saw you and couldn’t stop myself from pissing you off. I should punish you for making me wait so long.”
“You’re staring again.” I’d be embarrassed if he wasn’t staring right back, eyes scanning over my face like he’s memorizing every detail.
“Misty Everette, will you marry me again? This time, with your friends, my family, and hundreds of other guests. I know you won’t let me buy you one, so I want to help you make the perfect dress. One so long we need four people to hold the train. I want to scream in front of a crowd that I love you with every ounce of my being and that I am the lucky fucker who gets to keep you.”
“I will fucking kill you and anyone that stands in my way of getting her back. I will set the world on fire to smoke those fuckers out. I don’t think you understand just how far I’m willing to go. How much I’m willing to sacrifice for her.”
“Yes, sir,” Bash says loudly into his mic. We all wince, feedback screeching. Bash grabs his ladder. “What? I was just testing it.”
“Fucking answer me.” Xander’s voice cracks. We’re all close, but the two of them have something special. “Hold your fucking horses, man. I had to finish killing him. The bastard shot me in the fucking arm.”
I smile, all sharp teeth and bad intentions. “There’s one thing you never considered, asshole. Men who are prepared to die are unpredictable.”
“Don’t worry, Little Nymph. I’m coming to find you. Even death can’t stop me.”
“Knock it off, you two. I did not spend all that time trying to keep you alive just to have you fuck it up now,”
“All of this happened because of me.” “That’s not true—” “I shouldn’t be another one of your captors.” He spins my wedding ring, looking entirely too serious. The monitor beeps as my heart rate climbs. “Hey, now—” “But you are mine, Little Nymph. And I’m never letting go.”
“So this is where you meet and stuff?” I ask, eyes still dancing from one thing to another. His low chuckle rumbles against my side. “And stuff. You’re not impressed by this at all, are you?” “I mean…it’s a bunch of guys wearing masks doing ceremonies and stuff. I’m pretty sure you don’t allow women because they’d call it lame.”
“I may be their Lord, but you are my queen.” He bows and places a kiss along the exposed skin just below my skirt. “Whatever power I have is yours to wield. Ask for anything, and I will give it to you.”
“I don’t fucking deserve you, but I’m going to make you happy that you love me every day for the rest of your life.”
