Later that day in Damien’s room, Penelope sat staring at him from the corner of her eyes while he continued to read a book in his hand. With her having nothing to do, Penny sat quietly in the room but she was bored. She didn’t know how long she could stay like this doing nothing.
“I love the adoration you have towards me. I don’t think any women have ever seen me with so much love as you do,” Damien commented lifting his eyes up from the book he was reading to feel the continuous gaze coming from the girl he had marked.
Penny was getting used to his words which only provoked him further to speak, “Are you looking forward to something?”
“W-what do you mean?” she asked with a slight stutter. Such a smart girl, thought Damien to himself which was why he enjoyed her company for so long now. She knew exactly what he meant at the first go which showed she was finally catching up to him.
Damien closed the book, the glasses on his face continuing to rest as he said, “We didn’t get to go further with what we wanted to-”
“You,” Penny quickly corrected him.
“Me?”
“It is you who wanted to do things. Please don’t assume things,” she blinked looking at him. When he raised his hand towards her she wondered what he was up to. Her memories of reality and dreams were messing up her head. Making her confused as she tried to catch up with it but there was also Damien to worry about. His words didn’t appear to be restricted to the bedroom.
“Hold my hand, Penny. I won’t let it go,” one side of his lips had quirked up making her heart skip which she wasn’t sure because he looked utterly charming or because he was scaring her with every word he spoke to her.
Gingerly, she moved closer to him where she sat and just when she went to place her hand on his, Damien caught hold of her wrist and pulled her to him, “Master Damien!” she exclaimed startled, stumbling near where he sat. When she tried to sit away he pulled her again this time where she fell on his lap.
Her breathing hitched when she came face to face, Damien’s eyes freezing her movements.
“What happened to you calling me Damien? I keep wondering how you will sound in bed with me.”
Penny’s eyes widened and she tried to change the conversation subtly, “Both of us are in bed right now, and you are Master Damien Quinn,” Damien rolled his eyes.
“No need to add so many things. Come on say ‘Damien’,” he urged her. It was as if the girl refused to utter his name which only made him bully her that much more.
“Master Damien, please,” she requested with cheeks that were tainted red.
She looked away from his burning gaze as she couldn’t continue to hold her own. A few weeks ago it had been easy. He had the most insane way to showcase his feelings. Who in their right mind would ask a woman to climb a tree when they could get it in one shot? To fight him off and look him right in the eye while planning in her imaginary world on pushing him in the sea but she couldn’t anymore. He had saved her life, and it wasn’t just once but many times. The first time being when he had raised the bar high enough when she was in the auction getting sold. He had raised the money to a ridiculously high amount where the rest would not dare to go to buy the same person he had his eye on. Who would pay five thousand gold coins? Only Damien Quinn did though he had bought her in a discount he had given her a roof. Food to eat and the help she needed while she had been lost after discovering herself to be a white witch.
“Don’t act coy, do you want me to take you right now?”
“I didn’t mean to!” she said quickly. Maybe she could still plot his death without it being too bad, thought Penny to herself.
In a blink of an eye, Penny was pushed with her back on the bed and Damien hovering above her, “Your words and the pulse running in your body doesn’t seem to agree together,” he ran his cold hand across her throat, hitching her breath where she struggled to breathe now.
“Are you planning to kill me?” she asked with her eyes closed when she felt his fingers around her neck. He was going to kill her because soon she would forget to breathe.
“I have much better plans than that. Something both you and I will enjoy,” his hands moved from holding her neck to being placed on the skin as he played circling his finger lightly on it.
“Relax, Penny,” said Damien, feeling her soft skin as he put a little more pressure on her skin. The last time he had planned to go further than the kiss. Maybe kiss her more until he had tasted enough of her lips but with her body that had stiffened as if she was scared and worried, he had stopped right away to only know that she was having a memory episode which they were still supposed to work on.
“I think I need to find work,” she said as she felt him apply more pressure on her skin, his fingers moving from her neck to her shoulder which was clothed, “I cannot sit here idle.”
“What do you have on your mind? There are some new weeds that have come up in the garden. You should try pulling them out if you’re that bored. Also, this room needs some cleaning,” he said with a smirk which ended with him chuckling, “Don’t look at me like that. It is a very reasonable service.”
“By work, I meant in the thea-”
“Don’t even go there,” he cut her sharply before she could continue the sentence, “What do you plan to do going to the theatre? Allure people with your voice and looks?” he asked her.
