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Chapter 5
Chapter 5
ROSALIE
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The limousine ride from the reception felt longer than it should have. The silence between us was heavy, almost suffocating. Damien sat beside me, his body radiating heat, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. I kept my eyes fixed on the passing scenery, trying to escape the reality of what was unfolding. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration, a fresh start, but all I felt was dread, the weight of what awaited me settling deep within my chest.
When the car finally pulled up to the large, imposing mansion that would now be my home, my stomach churned. This was it–the beginning of a life I hadn’t chosen.
Damien, ever the gentleman in public, stepped out first and extended his hand to help me out. I took it reluctantly, allowing him to lead me up the stairs to the front door. His grip was firm, his fingers brushing mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel the pull of his presence, even as I tried to pull away from him mentally.
The mansion was grand, too grand. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and luxurious furnishings filled the space. But it all felt cold, impersonal, as if it were designed to trap rather than comfort.
Damien led me through the house in silence, stopping at the door of a large bedroom. He opened it with a flourish, revealing a sprawling suite that looked more like a five–star hotel room than anything I could have imagined for a newlywed couple.
I stood there for a moment, frozen. The bed in the center of the room was large, inviting in its plushness, but it felt like a symbol of everything I was being forced into. I couldn’t breathe.
Damien stepped inside, his voice low. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. My throat felt tight, and my heart raced in my chest.
He turned to face me, a calculating glint in his eyes. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time, Rosalie.”
The words hung between us like a heavy cloud, and I stiffened. My hands clenched at my sides, and I took a step back, unwilling to let him close the distance.
“Damien… please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I can’t do this tonight.”
His expression shifted from confident to something more intense–frustration, perhaps. But there was also a trace of something else, something that made me shiver. It wasn’t anger. It was… hunger.
“You think you have a choice?” His tone was soft, almost gentle, but there was a dangerous edge beneath it. He took a step closer, closing the gap between us. “You’re my wife now, Rosalie. There’s no more running.”
“I’m not ready,” I said, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to sound firm. “I… I don’t want this. Not tonight.”
His gaze darkened, his jaw tightening as he looked at me with a mix of frustration and something darker, more possessive.
“You don’t need to be ready,” he murmured, stepping even closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch my cheek. “You’re mine now, and you’ll learn to want this. I’ll make sure of it.”
I flinched at his touch, recoiling slightly, but he caught my arm before I could retreat further. His grip wasn’t painful, but it was firm–insistent. His thumb brushed over my skin, sending a shiver through me, and I hated how much it affected me.
“Damien, please,” I begged, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I’m not like you. I can’t just turn this on.”
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His eyes softened slightly, as if he understood what I was saying but didn’t care. “I know you don’t want this. But you will, Rosalie. You’ll see. I’ve waited too long for this, and I won’t let you pull away from me now.”
My heart pounded in my chest, and for a moment, I thought I might break down. I wanted to scream, to run, but where could I go? There was no escape from him, from this situation. The power he held over me was suffocating, and I hated it.
“Please, just… give me time,” I pleaded. “I need time to adjust to all of this.”
He studied me for a moment, his fingers still grazing my arm. I could see the battle within him, the pull of his desire and the understanding that I wasn’t ready. After what felt like an eternity, he let out a quiet sigh and released his grip on me.
“Fine,” he said, his voice laced with an emotion I couldn’t place. “We’ll take it slow. But I’m not going anywhere, Rosalie. You’ll come to me when you’re ready.”
I nodded, grateful for the temporary reprieve, but I knew it wouldn’t last. He was patient–too patient–and he would make sure I learned to yield to him. Whether I was ready or not.
As he turned to walk toward the bed, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of despair. This was just the beginning. And no matter how much I resisted, I knew he wasn’t going to let me go. Not ever.
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