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I tried to run, but he grabbed a hold of my hair and dragged me back. He pushed me onto the floor, then booted me in my already sore ribs. I wince when I breathe. I'm pretty sure he's cracked a rib again.
I try to take a deep breath without tweaking my bruised ribs, looking out to the sea, attempting to forget what he tried to do, but I can't. He ended up putting his hand between my legs, and he cupped my most private area.
My whole body went rigid when he started to rub, and whispered,"This is going to be mine. That Russian scum can thank me for breaking you in."
I didn't know what he meant about Damian because we're just friends. He doesn't see me that way, much to my dismay.
But like hell, was I letting Mattia take my virginity!
He placed his other hand on my breast and squeezed it hard. I shut my eyes tightly to stop the tears from forming, and took a deep breath.
I ended up crying out in pain before I finally fought back, and kneed him hard between his legs. I'll probably pay for it later, but I didn't care. I had to leave, so as soon as he flopped down beside me, groaning in pain, I got up, ran out the door, and sprinted toward my car. As I sped away, I was grateful for putting jeans on today.
Damian growls in my ear as he came up close behind me, pulling me out of my head.
"What are you doing here alone, printsessa? You know not to go anywhere without a guard. You've had everybody worried. If it wasn't for the fact that I know you so well, it could have started a war!"
I quickly wipe my eyes. He puts his hands on the railing on either side of me, and I hang my head, feeling guilty about worrying the families. He drops his arms and comes around to my side, putting two fingers under my chin like he does every time he wants to see my eyes. And when he sees my face, his eyes harden. His bright blue eyes, darkened in anger, are glaring at my split lip. The look in his eyes should terrify me, but I know he'll never hurt me.
"What the actual fuck, malyshka? Who the fuck busted your lip? I want a fucking name now," he growls lowly, sending shivers down my spine. I look him in the eye, and literally, all I want is for him to hold me and help me forget. He must see something in my eyes because the next thing I know, he engulfs me in his muscular arms, squeezing me tight. I whimper, which causes him to step back. His hand grips my t-shirt, and I try to stop him, but he manages to lift it up anyway. His jaw ticks when he sees the bruising.
"I fell down the stairs. You know how clumsy I am," I whisper, laying my head on his chest. I close my eyes, holding him tighter, trying not to cry.
You are strong. Don't cry, don't cry.
I repeat the words in my head as his arms come back around me. I relax as he strokes my hair, whispering, "Everything will be okay."
For the next two hours, while walking on the beach holding his hand, he tries to get me to tell him exactly how I fell down the stairs. But I keep telling him it doesn't matter anymore; it's done, and I'm clumsy. He's not happy, but he's willing to let it go for now. For me.
God, I love him.
As the sun sets, we sit on the beach, Damian behind me, his arms wrapped around me as I lean back against him. We’re getting sand all over his brand name jeans, but he doesn’t care.
He whispers in my ear, "I don't want to be friends anymore, Sofia. I've tried but can't anymore."
I can't breathe as my heart shatters into a million pieces. I go to move away from him, to scream at him, but he wraps his arms around me tight.
"I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember, even when I shouldn't have been because of our age. But you've always been mine, and I want to give us a shot. I can't live without you, malyshka."
And all I could do was freeze. Is he serious? After all this time, do I finally get my wish?
I turn around and look at him. His bright, blue eyes shine, staring at me with unconditional love. I leap into his arms. He catches me, holding me tight, and chuckles, kissing me on my forehead.
"I love you, too. I always have," I say to him, my eyes glistening and his softening.
He leans in, his mouth inches from mine, as he murmurs, "I wish I could kiss you, but I can't until you are eighteen. But know this: you are mine, and I love you so much."
I throw my arms around his neck again, and he holds me tight. Excitement fills my stomach. I am now suddenly looking forward to my 18th birthday in six months, and finally having my first kiss with my prince.
It is a shame I didn't listen to his declaration properly when he said I was his, though, because he never said he was mine. And I would come to learn of heartbreak and pain.
five
Damian – Age 23
Fuck!
I cannot believe today is the day I have to propose to Sofia. I'm not ready for marriage; I don't love her like that, and I don't think I ever will.
