Chapter 252: Man whore

Opening my mouth, I was ready to scream desperately—to demand that he immediately take his hands off me and let me out of this cursed car—when suddenly the alpha’s gaze flared dangerously, his wolf coming to the surface.

Staring directly at my swollen lips, Damian swallowed hard, his chest visibly tightening against mine until the pressure made my ribs ache. I was still straddling his lap, crushed beneath his massive body, and it was terrifyingly overwhelming. Compared to mine, his sheer weight was staggering—just like the man himself. And because of it, I felt completely helpless.

"Dey... mph..." I attempted to say.

His kiss struck with devastating force. Wild. Unforgiving. He captured my mouth with his scorching lips once more, bruising them with frightening power. Fiercely, almost possessively obsessed, he incinerated every bit of oxygen, demanding an answer to his question and knocking out the last remaining fragments of my sanity.

"Answer the question," he growled against my mouth, tearing away from my lips for a breath and digging his fingers into my flesh to the point of pain. "Has anyone ever touched you like I do?"

Bewilderment paralyzed my ability to think. My thoughts tangled into a knot, completely unable to find an escape, and I blurted out the first thing that came to mind:

"What if someone did?" I uttered the words before their true meaning even registered in my clouded mind. "What is it to you?"

Damian froze instantly. At that single sentence, the temperature inside the car plunged so drastically that a sharp, icy chill skittered across my skin. Fluttering his eyelids shut for a fraction of a second, he opened them to slide a look sharp as a razor blade over my wet lips, his jaw setting as he bared his teeth in a predatory snarl.

It felt like pure bloodlust, alive and tangible. The threat inside the enclosed space was just as palpable as the foolish way I had brought it upon myself with my own reckless words. After all, I had never been with anyone. No one had ever touched me like this before, but apparently, my stubborn, wretched nature simply refused to put up with such overbearing treatment and tried to fight back however it could.

The silence stretched, but with every passing second it grew thicker. Suffocating. Deadly. At some point, it even seemed to me that the tinted windows of the car trembled slightly, rippling with vibration from the dark aura emanating from him.

"Name."

"What?" I squeaked pitifully, surprised myself that my own voice sounded so fractured. I was teetering on the edge of complete, destructive panic.

"Tell me the bastard’s name," the guy said completely evenly, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. He was nervous. And that made it even scarier.

"Why?" Fidgeting anxiously on his knees, I winced in pain. It was horribly uncomfortable in such an open, vulnerable position. And Damian, it seemed, was completely satisfied with it; he had no intention of letting me out of his trap.

"I would like to meet him."

"I won’t tell you anything. It’s none of your business, Damian. I don’t ask who you’ve touched the way you’ve touched me," nervously licking my dry lips, I shifted again, trying to find even a drop of leverage. My injured leg had already begun to ache unpleasantly, throbbing with a dull pain.

"You can ask, and I’ll tell you," his hands dropped mercilessly onto my hips and squeezed them possessively.

Inhaling the air through my nose so hard that my lungs literally burned with fire, I was ready to scream with indignation, but in the end could only push him weakly against his hard chest with my palms.

Pulling close to my lips so near that our breaths mingled, he whispered threateningly, "I can even show you what happened next."

"Save your sick perversions for whoever needs them! I am completely uninterested in you that way!" I cried out desperately and shoved the guy away from me with incredible force. "I was joking! No one ever touched me, and you had no right to treat me like that! So get your hands off me; I don’t want to be touched by some man whore!"

"Man whore?" the guy frowned darkly, a dangerous shadow flashing in his eyes. "Did you just call me a whore?"

He exhaled roughly, with a sharp whistle, and finally pulled away from me. Evidently, I had managed to anger him enough, because he allowed me to climb off his lap—an opportunity I seized instantly.

Throwing open the car door, he stepped out sharply into the fresh air, letting a cool breeze sweep into the cabin. Meanwhile, gasping frantically for oxygen, I immediately peered under the seat in search of my shoes, only to find nothing. It was empty.

Casting a look of utter despair down at my feet, I lightly brushed the very tips of my fingers against the bandages covering my minor cuts. And how, according to him, was I supposed to walk anywhere at all now?

Maybe he threw my sneakers into the trunk? Well, what else could he do with dirty shoes in such an expensive car?

Pushing the door ajar, I peeked outside and watched Damian standing next to Matthias, both of them smoking. Unlike his brother, Matthias looked quite relaxed and cheerful, but such a terrifying, heavy beastly aura hovered over Damian that my instincts instantly flared up in panic. It was so destructive and frightening that I wanted to run as far away as possible rather than ask him anything.

Squeezing the leather upholstery with trembling fingers, I had already opened my mouth to call out to them, but closed it immediately, biting hard on my lower lip. Once more, I carefully surveyed the cabin. Maybe they were on the front seat?

Leaning with shaking hands on the wide armrest between the driver and passenger seats, I tried to crawl forward. I bent down so I could see if my sneakers or some bag of things were there on the floor. Only, the damn armrest turned out to be terrifyingly slippery, and I leaned forward too hard and carelessly. Losing my balance, I flew downward with a frightened squeal.