Page 250 of Eternal
“Such a pretty face,” I continue, tilting my head like I’m inspecting a toy I’m not sure I want. “Too bad you’re a man. And I don’t like men, not really, not anymore. Onlyhim. That’s the tragedy.”
He grins, stupid, oblivious. “You think I have a pretty face?”
“You’re still a man.”
“And you’re not interested,” he says quietly, leaning against the stone rail like this is some tragic romance.
I exhale smoke slowly, bat my lashes, bored.Disappointed. “Yeah,” I whisper, half a laugh. “You’re nothim.”
His brows pull, confused, offended maybe.
“I really don’t like men who aren’t a threat,” I murmur. “You’re too clean.” I turn away. “That’s your problem.”
Before he can react, a hand clamps on his shoulder.
I don’t even need to look.
Tattoos that caressed me. Heat. Possessiveness in physical form.Damir.
“Excuse my partner,” he says smoothly, coldly. “She’s had a little too much. I’ll take it from here.”
Alexander straightens. “She’s fine with me.”
Wrong move.
Damir doesn’t say anything, just moves. One solid push, calculated and calm, sends Alexander a step back.
Then that hand, the one I know too well, finds my waist. It’s familiar and pathetic and…safe.
“I said I’ll take care of my partner,” he repeats, voice like ice. “You can go.”
Before I can speak, move, or tell him to fuck off, he bends down and lifts me like I weigh nothing. Shoulder over his back like some barbarian, the cigarette dangling from my fingers.
“Put me down?—”
A low chuckle. “You shouldn’t let other men near you when you’re like this.”
“Like what?”
“Drunk. Sad.Tempting.” His voice drops. “Mine.”
But his hand slides under my dress, warm against my bare thigh. And then… hespanksme.
Once, then a second smack, hard, unapologetic. Echoing into my bones.
I gasp, and I hate that it stirs something in me.
“That’s for leaving me bleeding,” he mutters, low like a threat. “For pretending you don’t miss me.”
I freeze.
Another spank, slower this time. “And that—” his hand lingers, “is for letting that boy even look at you.” A breath. “For walking out here like that,” he mutters under his breath. Another smack, “And for making me watch him touch you.”
I squirm. A little hum breaks out of my throat. But I don’t fight. Because I like this. And he knows it.
He walks us deeper into the private grounds of the estate. Quiet now. Isolated.
And let me down on my feet. But I just exhale slowly. Not saying much.
