Page 93 of Deathless & Divided

“Yeah,” Lily said heavily. “And besides following me around, I’d like to know where else you were.”

Damian couldn’t have missed the hidden meaning in her words if he tried. “Jealousy looks terrible on you, especially considering the fact I’m here doing this with you and not somewhere else doing God knows who.”

“Since you just gave me an orgasm on the hood of a Maserati after being MIA for almost a week, maybe you owe me an honest answer.”

“Ask a better question,” Damian said instead.

Lily’s gaze narrowed. “Any women?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Who was the last woman you fucked around with?”

“A couple of months ago with someone I met at Tommas’ club. I took her to the back office, screwed her on my cousin’s desk, and never got her name. I’m not the relationship type, sorry.”

“Liar.”

“I don’t lie, Lily. Stop making me repeat myself.”

“You are lying. You’re doing okay right now.”

Damian cleared his throat, stunned. She was right. “Maybe it’s different with you.”

“Why is that?”

God, she could be frustrating and stubborn as fuck when she wanted to be. Damian almost hated how he liked that part of her. Except he couldn’t hate it at all.

“Better question, Lily.”

“You’re impossible.”

Damian laughed low. “I know.”

“Don’t fuck with my head, okay?”

“That’s not in my plans, sweetheart.”

“Sometimes I wonder,” she said.

“You shouldn’t. Don’t. I care. You’re important to me. Nothing else matters in the end but that.”

“What do you owe my brother?” Lily asked.

Damian froze. “I beg your pardon?”

“I remember what you told me. You’re doing the marriage thing because you had to but, at the same time, some of your family doesn’t approve. I have nothing to give you, as my inheritance isn’t enough to make you a massively wealthy man, not that you’ll be able to touch a dime of it. You’ve already said you didn’t buy me from my brother, so he’s not giving you anything, either. Which leads me to believe you owe him something. What is it?”

Shit.

“You are far too observant,” Damian said.

“So you do owe him something?”

“I do.”

“What is it, Damian?”

“My life.”