Nancy took her time on her plate and Damon waited for her as if he didn't have anything else to do. Nancy noticed how two different men entered the dining area to whisper something in his ear but he dismissed both of them. It seems he did have some work but was making his time for her.

Eating under his constant stare was such a torture but Nancy had realized that it was his new way to control her. He was playing with her. And, she didn't have any way but to let him play with her.

Nancy slowly put her fork down. "Are you finished?" Damon asked and Nancy slowly nodded her head.

"Let's get somewhere we don't have such a long table between us." Nancy nodded before getting the napkin from her lap to the table. Damon walked to her side and one of the servers got the seat out for Nancy to help her out.

Nancy stopped in front of Damon and when he didn't move she raised her eyes slowly. She found him looking at her plate and she looked at her empty plate too. "I am proud of my girl." Nancy wonders if he really treated her like a five year old but got stiff when he snaked his arm around her waist.

Nancy closed her eyes a little when she found his mouth coming to her cheek. At first she thought he wanted to kiss her face but focused on his words when he said,

"I want to see you getting thick in no time." Damon's lips felt almost inserted in her ear when he said those words. Nancy moved her shoulder a little but Damon had already pulled away and making her walk beside her. Nancy told herself that she should remain alert. She can't be disgusted of him and have to look normal.

They were passing the mansion's main living hall when Damon stopped and gestured the staff standing there to remove the blinders across the large windows.

"Don't you find it funny?" Damon asked and Nancy looked at him.

"What?"

"Only in the morning, I was dragging you out of the hospital. And, now I am making sure you eat well." Nancy tried to read his face. There was a peculiar tension on his face as if he was doing something he didn't want to do.

Damon gestured to one of the servers and a person came ahead to offer him a glass of wine. It seems Damon has signals for many things. And, his staff knew what his hands' movement meant. Damon swirled the glass in his hand and kept looking at his subjects getting the huge blinds aside. Nancy couldn't help but recall the day he spilled the whole wine bottle on her.

The room was getting lighted but Nancy couldn't help but recall what had happened to her on their first night. The memory made her feet curl. She kept staring at him and wondered how in the world she is supposed to get along with him even for a moment. She fisted the robe she was wearing and tried her best to courage up a smile. But could only curl the right corner of her lip up.

"Remember the day I shot you?..." Damon groaned but then shook his head before looking at her. "...thank God, I didn't shoot you in the head..." Damon got his hand on her rear and raised his brows. "...who would I have married then?" Nancy barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes. But her brows shot up a little. It was too apparent he didn't mean any of it. Was he making fun of her? Was he trying to torture her to make her recall the day she was shot?

Nancy bit her inner cheek and wondered what could make him not say what he wanted to say. Why was he holding back his true intentions? Did he believe that she will help him catch her brother if she fell for him? Too bad she didn't know anything about her brother's whereabouts and this gentleman's efforts were going to waste.

Damon noticed how Nancy's face was marred with confusion and curiosity. He loved playing with her. And, he would love to see her loosening up and fall for him. He wanted this thin mouth to say sweet things for him. He wanted these eyes full of love for him. He wanted to conquer this woman's heart to break it in millions of pieces.

And, once they return from Italy. Oh God! Oh God! He could think of many ways to kill her. At first, he was to wait until she doesn't run or he doesn't have her kill her brother. But now finding himself in a situation where he has to win her heart in order for her to act his wife on an important business trip. He has realised this position did give her some power that she doesn't qualify for. The authority she wasn't deserving of. Damon gulped when the thought of pushing her into the pool full of alligators passed him. The surprise in her eyes would make a whole year for him. Well, that means they would have to stop at Florida where his favorite reptile collection resides. She has to get thick. He couldn't disappoint his pets by throwing nothing but bones on them. The thoughts made him close his eyes and he hummed thinking of her cries.

The blinds were fully removed now and Nancy stared at his face. It seems he was enjoying the strong sunlight from the windows.

"Look at the beautiful scene," Damon told her. Nancy felt his hand on her rear getting strong and gulped realizing how handsome and dangerous this man was. One could get enchanted and scared at the same time. He had hurt her, humiliated her, and trapped her with such vows Nancy knew she couldn't get freed until her very end. Yet, he was a work of art. He was undiluted. Nancy's lip shivered when she found his fingers reaching her ass cleavage and felt her womanhood throb without him touching her there.

Nancy blinked when he opened his eyes. Damon couldn't help his smile when he looked at Nancy who in an instant looked ahead at the vast estate too. He liked seeing her as his pet's food. Nancy too looked at him when he moved his hand on her rear to get his attention back to her.

His ear-to-ear smile only made Nancy more scared. She could tell it was out of his element. Only if she could learn what was on his mind.

Her mind tried to encourage her to rise up. She knew she needed to focus on what Damon was trying to play with her. But with the reality that she was indeed nothing in front of his power and madness, she found her intent dissolving. Who was she to test what she could or couldn't do? For so long she was like a leaf who had fallen from her tree. And, now Damon was blown like a strong wind in her life. To decide what to do with her.

Damon's other hand held her face. The back of his middle finger got her hair from her cheek to behind her ear. "Should we stay here for some time or do you want to get to our room?"

"As you seem fit." Damon smiled at her submission. She looked beautiful agreeing to whatever he had to decide.

"Let's sit here," Damon suggested and they both sit on the huge sofa that was facing the view. Damon was sitting on the right edge and leaned his back on the right arm of the sofa. Nancy had her arm between them and only stared at the view. Damon smiled holding her hand and rose it to get it wrapped around his neck.

Nancy's head came to rest on his chest but she remained stiff and tried to not get her face's weight on him. But Damon turned his head to the view all the while wrapping his arm to her shoulders and pulling her in. Nancy could hear his heartbeat now. It was the first time she was close to him and wasn't guessing what kind of torture he was going to unleash on her.

For some reason, she wonders if it could go on. The vows bound them for an eternity to come. It had to get some kind of routine at some point. She knew she had noticed some ulterior motive in his eyes. Some ploy in his smile. But what could it be? And, even if it is something. It will show itself at some point. She listened to his heartbeat. But bit her lip when he started moving his hand from her elbow to her waist. As if he was patting a pet on his arm.

"Tell me about you?" Damon asked and Nancy fisted her hand hoping it was not something difficult. She knew if he had raised this question, there is something indeed specific he is looking for in her answer.

"What about me?" Nancy asked,

"Anything?" This time he got his fingers in her hair and moved his hand from her hair to her waist. It was subtle in the look. Only his fingertips brushed her carefully. But only Nancy could feel what it was doing to her. She didn't want to feel this way. He was her death. Nancy blinked and courage up the response.

"I don't have anything worth mentioning."

"That can't be true..." Damon looked at her hair that rested under his chin. He liked her now. Damon realised that not thinking about who she is makes her a little tolerable. "...you were dressed up as a man. Living in the sin city for so long. Why didn't you try to leave from here?" Nancy knew he had asked her this question before. So, she tried not to change her answer.

"I thought my father will find me here." This made Damon narrow his eyes.

"Do you want me to look for your father?" But this made Nancy fist her hand that was resting on Damon's shoulder. Damon looked at her hand and smiled.

"What?" He asked,

"No, please, no. He wouldn't like the fact that I killed my brother. He..." Nancy turned her head up and her forehead was only inches away from Damon's lips. "...wouldn't like you."

Damon held her face and seemed amused while asking, "So, you proposed to me knowing your father won't approve of me as his son-in-law. You shouldn't have done that then, honey." Nancy's face looked troubled but only for a moment before she got her eyes down and rested her face back to his chest.

"Can we not talk about my father? It makes me sad." Damon didn't know but her talking to him as if she could talk to him made his cock stir. And, Nancy too listened to his heart quickening.

"I guess we shouldn't talk about anything then." Damon suggested and Nancy felt where it was going. She could sense he wasn't looking at the view anymore. He wanted something else now.

"I remember you telling me you will be a great wife. Don't make me regret giving you this chance." Nancy gulped before humming. "I won't." She tried to sound scared. She tried to keep in her mind that he didn't like seeing her confident.

"Good, love. Good. I am not a hard man. I was mad at you and you deserved all of it for bringing up that scum of a brother. But now that you have undone your mistake. We will be fine. You will be fine."

Nancy's eyes were filled with water in an instant. Did he believe she deserved that treatment? She felt suffocated to end up in the arms of such a man. He was cruel and this thing alone was enough to make Nancy wary of him. She knew every woman should avoid a man like him. But she had long passed that choice. And, it made her heart constrict.

She couldn't help a sob passing her vocals and Damon smirked. "I warn you to not ever complain about me to someone else. If someone else bothers you tell me and I will unalive it. But if it is me who is being a bother. Get a sexy dress on for me. And, get fucked by your bother. This is what you are for. For you I can never be wrong. It will always be you not trying enough, not patient enough and not smart enough. Do you get me?"

"Hmm..." Nancy hummed and Damon smirked.

"I was thinking to get you somewhere nice. I thought about it hard but after seeing you enjoying the grapes. Italy makes sense. I would love to see you walking in the wine yard barefoot and enjoy grapes. Would you like that?"

"Hmm," Nancy whispered and Damon smiled before kissing her head.

"I can't wait for it."

What will trip to Italy hold for them? Will Nancy be sane enough to be able to keep her guard or will the walls around her will dissolve into nothingness.