Warm My Bed, Brother-in-law Chapter 11: Chapter 11: Beautiful Delusions.

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DAMIAN POV. I slammed my private office door at Blackthorn so hard that the walls practically shook, but the loud bang did nothing to quiet my anger. So, I just stood there, trying to control myself and my breath. “Fuck!” I picked up the nearest bottle of whiskey from the bar and threw it across the room. It smashed against the wall, spraying the liquor across the leather sofa and began running down the wall, but I didn't care. I just needed to break something. “Damian is nothing to me. He is just a stranger in this family I share a surname with.” I couldn't stop replaying her words in my head, and it was driving me crazy. Right in front of my mother, she broke down crying for Richard and declared that I meant absolutely nothing to her. To her, I was just a stranger who shared her last name. She went so far as to say she'd rather rot in a hospital room next to a man in a coma than be tied to me or my empire. It was brutal, and it did hurt me because I knew she meant every single word. Fuck her. Fuck her loyalty, and fuck her lying mouth. I kicked an armchair on my side and sent it crashing to the floor. I dragged my hands down my face, digging my fingernails into my skin until it burned. I had broken wrists for that woman, and I literally surrounded the entire Vitale estate with my best guys just to make sure those greedy captains wouldn't tear her to pieces the second she sat in Richard's chair. I put my own operations on the line, and almost started a war with the Petrov Bratva. For what? To be called a stranger. A fucking stranger. I am the man who knows how you take your coffee. The man who knows you cry in the shower when you think the world isn't listening. I’ve watched you sleep alone in that massive, freezing bed for two fucking years while my brother forgot you existed. I am not a stranger. Anger burned inside me, making my hands shake. Unable to contain it, I swept my arm across the desk, knocking everything off. My laptop, the heavy crystal paperweights and stacks of shipping documents all flew off, crashing onto the floor. It did nothing to cool the rage tearing through me. I felt like a ticking bomb, ready to tear the whole place down or punch my fist straight through the concrete wall. Most of all, I wanted to go back into that room and completely ruin her pride. My mind flashed back to the boardroom at the estate, specifically the moment I grabbed her wrist and spun her against the table. I could still feel exactly where my chest had pressed against her back. She had gone completely still under my touch. I remembered how hot her skin felt through her jacket, and how fast her pulse was beating right against my palm. It was infuriating how much that memory still messed with my head. Did she feel it? When I shoved myself tight against her backside, did she feel how hard I was for her? Did she feel my dick pressing right into her through her clothes, letting her know exactly what I wanted to do to her on that table? The thought immediately turned me on, making my jeans feel uncomfortably tight as a sudden rush of arousal settled low in my stomach. What was going through that stubborn head of yours, Elena? Were you thinking about your dying husband while his younger brother was holding you down, letting you feel exactly how much I need to get inside you? You knew. You felt every inch of me. When I leaned in close to whisper to her, she didn't even try to scream. She only trembled, and the delicious little shake running through her body satisfied something dark in me, as if she already knew what kind of monster I was. Fuck. I wanted that helplessness again…no, worse than that. I needed it. It wasn't about love, and it certainly wasn't about making love. Love is a soft, human compromise, and there is nothing human about the way I want her. I wanted to rip that perfect suit off her, shove her face down hard against the cold desk, and break her down completely. I didn’t just want her body… I wanted to mess w