Oh, he can. I know he can.
Theo doubles down. “Accidents happen.”
“Not on my watch.”
And I’m on his watch twenty-four seven.
Damien pins Theo with his glare again. “It’s impressive that someone with your build can hold his own.” A small pause. “Really, quite admirable.”
That was mean. Theo is not small, it’s just Damien that’s much bigger than the rest of the male population.
Ruby coughs, interrupting the war brewing between the two men. “So! Who wants dessert?”
Damien clearly charmed her enough for her not to take offense at her brother being insulted. Hearts are shooting out of her beautiful brown eyes and aiming straight at us like some kind of cupid.
Traitor.
Chapter Eighteen
Damien
Jealousy.
It’s the devil. A devil that crawls under my skin. I’m barely holding on.
Theo. Theo. Theo.
That little fucker.
My teeth grind at the memory of him looking at her, speaking to her, breathing her air. Anything my little flower needs, she gets from me. No other man provides for her. No other man teaches her a damn thing. That is my privilege. My right. My goddamn duty. I am her provider. Her protector. Her man. Her stalker. Her everything.
And she needs a lesson in that tonight.
I drag her out of the café the second that little meet-up wraps up. I don’t slow down until we reach my car, parked in a secluded alley.
She yanks her wrist. “You’re hurting me.”
I let go, but only to cup her jaw and force her to meet my gaze. “You’ll survive.”
Fire flickers in those big, defiant eyes. “You’re acting crazy.”
I hum, dragging my thumb over her lower lip, my other hand settling on her hip. “Crazy for you, little flower.”
I spin her, pinning her against the hood of my car, her palms slapping the metal.
“Did you pack a bag?”
“What?”
I nip at her earlobe. “Your bag, Amelia. Did you pack one like I told you?”
“No,” she says slowly, testing the waters.
“That won’t be an issue. I prefer you naked anyway.”
She jolts, twisting under my grip. “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.”