Warm My Bed, Brother-in-law Chapter 9: Chapter 9: A Player, not a Puppet.

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DAMIAN - POV. The screech of the gold fountain pen against the paper was the only sound left in the room. I sat perfectly still in the leather chair with my ankle resting over my knee, but my entire body went completely still. My jaw was clenched so tight that it made my temples ache. She had just dismissed me. In front of my father, her father, and the seven highest-ranking captains in the city, Elena Petrov had looked me dead in the eye, called me a child, and told me to keep my mouth shut. Anger flared through me, making my ears ring. I looked at her blank face, her sharp jawline, and the absolute calmness in her eyes as she turned her head away from me to look at the shipping documents. She wasn't trembling. She wasn't looking at Mikhail for approval. She was signing the papers with a steady hand, completely ignoring the fact that I was burning a hole through her side profile with my stare. “If you speak out of turn again, I will have Lev throw you out of this estate myself.” Her words repeated in my head, and a slow smile pulled at the corner of my lips. God, she is breathtaking when she's lethal. I had known she was going to walk into this room and take the seat, but watching her actually do it was entirely different. I had broken Vincenzo’s wrist last night to make sure he wouldn't dare open his mouth to disrespect her today, but she didn't even need that edge. The second Vincenzo hesitated, she tore him apart using the shipping summaries right in front of the entire upper tier. She didn't shrink away from the table. She just took total control of the room without flinching. And it was the most attractive thing I had ever seen in my life. But what really set my veins on fire was remembering the way she had looked at me right before she opened her mouth. She thought she was being subtle. She thought I hadn't noticed the way her eyes had dropped down to my unbuttoned shirt, tracking the line of my collarbone, or the way her breath had hitched for a fraction of a second. She had been checking me out. Even in the middle of a mafia summit, surrounded by armed guards and old men who wanted a body count, her eyes had recognized mine. Fucking hell. She noticed. She looked right at me, and she felt it. It nearly drove me out of my chair right then and there. She could play the ice queen all she wanted, but her eyes didn't lie. She was completely aware of me, and she was feeling the same pull that was ripping through my chest. My eyes dropped to her lips, full and soft with that light nude lipstick she always wore. Then lower, to the crisp white silk blouse buttoned all the way up to her throat like some fucking armor. It didn’t matter how proper she looked. I knew exactly what was underneath that neat little suit. Soft skin, full tits, the curve of her waist, I’d been dying to get my hands on for years. Without even realising, my mind went straight to a dark, filthy place. I wanted to shove my hands under that blouse right now, rip the buttons open, and feel her bare tits in my palms while biting down on her throat to mark her skin. I wanted to lift her onto this table, tear every single piece of clothing off her body until she was completely naked, exposed, and spread out wide for me like a feast. I wanted to force her thighs apart and bury my cock deep inside her tight, wet pussy, pounding into her until the only goddamn name that leaves from her mouth was mine. Not Richard’s. Never fucking Richard’s again. My train of thought shattered when I noticed the way Captain Alonzo and two of the other men were staring at her while she spoke about the eastern ports. They weren't just looking at a new boss; they were looking at her body, tracking the curve of her breasts. I shoved my hands deep into my coat pockets and squeezed them into tight fists until my knuckles cracked. Look at them. Staring at her like they have a right to. They think she is public property now because she sits in that chair. I am going to peel the ski