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Chapter 15: Regret – Part 3/3

Amelia POV:

I finally released the breath I had been holding. Damon’s words resonated through me like electricity, and a fire burned between my legs. I had never had someone be so open and honest with me before.

Even though I was aching for him right now, I still wanted to be alone. I needed to take a breather from everything and everyone while I worked things out. “Damon, I want to be alone for a little while. I need to think; I need to breathe.” I told him.

He slammed his hand against the tree. “No, not happening!” He shouted, and this angered me. So now he is controlling everything I do? I don’t think so.

I shoved him in the chest, and he barely moved. Instead, he glared down at me before taking a step back and throwing me over his shoulder, then began walking back towards the house. I was utterly stunned by his actions but quickly recovered and started pounding on his back. “Damon, put me down!” I demanded.

He ignored me and continued walking. I kept pounding on his back, but my weak hits didn’t even faze him. Then, suddenly, Damon smacked my ass hard. “That’s enough.” His tone was calm yet firm.

I stilled, unbelieving that he had just spanked me and scolded me like a child. Damon entered the house and headed for the stairs. I decided to try this from a different approach. “Damon, please put me down,” I asked nicely.

However, he ignored me once again as he walked up the stairs and into his bedroom. Damon opened the door and threw me onto his bed. I flopped down and let out a small shriek. I sat up, ready to give him a piece of my mind, but he was already gone and closing the door behind him.

As the lock clicked, my eyes widened in disbelief; that bastard was locking me in here. I jumped off the bed and rushed towards the door, banging on it as hard as I could. “Damon, let me the fuck out now!” I hollered, but my pleas were disregarded.

As the minutes passed, I continued banging on the door, hoping someone would let me out; no one came, no one helped me.

I groaned loudly, frustrated beyond belief that he was once again treating me like a prisoner, like someone who had no rights or freedoms. I walked over and checked the windows; all were locked. I checked the balcony doors, and they were locked as well. Why did I ever come here? I should have listened to George and stayed home, where things were less complicated.

I sat on the bed and placed my head in my hands, trying to figure out what to do. Knowing there wasn’t much I could do at this point, being locked in a room and all, having a shower was the best idea.

I walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind me, locking it for good measure. Then, just as I was starting to get undressed, I heard the door open and close. I knew it was Damon, and I did not want to see him right now, so I remained in the bathroom.

“Amelia.” He said in a loud and deep tone.

I backed away from the door. “Go away, Damon; I don’t want to see or talk to you.” I retorted.

His thunderous footsteps reverberated throughout the room, shaking the bathroom door. He pounded on the door. “Open this fucking door right now!” He demanded.

I scoffed. “I’m not one of your minions, Damon; you don’t control me. Leave me alone.” I said as calmly as I could.

He banged on the door, nearly cracking the wood and causing me to flinch slightly. “Amelia, if you don’t open this door in the next 5 seconds, I am going to bust it down.” He said with promise, and his tone made the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

I straightened myself and stood my ground, not letting him get to me. “No, thank you. Now, go away and leave me alone.” But that wasn’t the answer he wanted, as he kept his promise and busted through the door.

The wood splintered upon impact as his fist crashed through the door. He reached down and unlocked the door, swinging it open with a bang. Damon now stood before me, chest heaving and nostrils flared, as his dark eyes glared at me. He stepped into the room and slammed the door closed.

I grabbed the closest thing to me, a bottle of hand soap, which was not ideal, but I could work with this. I raised my arm, preparing to throw it at him, but suddenly, Damon was standing mere inches from me and gripped my wrist in his unyielding grasp.

Damon narrowed his eyes. “Your choice in weapons is pathetic.” He grabbed the bottle and placed it back on the counter. I tugged on my wrist, trying to free myself, but he only tightened his grip. “Do not ever lock me out again.” He said in a low and authoritative tone.

I tried to shove him with my free hand, but that was pointless, as he stood still and tall, like a damn statue. I glared up at him. “I’m not your fucking prisoner; let me go,” I said firmly, even though my heart was pounding in my chest.

He grinned wickedly. “I love it when you get all feisty; it makes me so fucking hard.” He said in a seductive tone.

My brows furrowed, and I wrinkled my nose. “Seriously? Get out, Damon.” I was done with his games and just wanted to be alone.

Damon didn’t move, just remained where he stood, staring into my very soul. I huffed in annoyance and yanked my wrist from his grasp, then shoved him as hard as I could, moving him out of my way.

I walked over to the bathroom door, clasping my hand around the handle. Just as I opened the door, Damon abruptly closed it shut, keeping me from leaving. I whipped around to face him, staring daggers at him. “Do you mind?” I asked in an aggravated tone.

He raised a brow before closing what little distance there was between us. Damon placed a hand on either side of my head and slowly bent down. His stubbled jaw grazed my cheek as his lips hovered by my ear. “No, I don’t mind, and you aren’t going anywhere.” He whispered oh so sweetly.

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