"It's nice meeting you," Nancy said after sipping on the soup. The whole table was decorated perfectly with candles to enhance the dinner.

Damon smiled and held her hand that she had placed on the dining table. The table was filled with all the Italian cuisines. "I know, right?"

Nancy wonders how he always had a different response. He was playing with her.

"You know it seems genuine when you say it right after seeing my place. Or right before indulging yourself to these meals."

"Did I do something wrong?" Nancy asked,

"No, I said it is genuine. It is better." Damon reassured her before asking the staff present there. "Leave me alone. I have my wife if I would need something. She is here to serve me. Right, darling?"

Nancy only nodded in response without moving a single muscle of her face. Damon noticed how she had made her plate the same way his staff was giving it to her in the home back.

Nancy stole a gaze at Damon. He was staring at her. More like at her mouth. She wonders if she should ask why was he not having his dinner but then she didn't. She didn't want to communicate with him more than necessary. She got her eyes back on her soup bowl when Damon asked,

"Do you have any favorite color?" Nancy looked at him and was quick to shook her head in no. Damon nodded his head. "I understand, people from your class never get a chance to think what they like or hate. They get whatever is thrown at them." But then changing his expressions he continued, "I will get you out tomorrow. You will get a plenty of options to choose from." Nancy knew she shouldn't ask any questions but still her curiosity got the best of her when she made a statement. "You are changed,"

"I am never," Damon answered without a delay. As if he knew what she would ask. Nancy was taken by his promptness for a moment. If it wasn't Damon asking her, "Is there something else you want to ask?" She didn't have the courage up to continue. She breathed before she managed,

"Why? I..." She flinched a little when Damon held her wrist to pull her hand more to him. She gulped hard before asking. "I want to ask..."

"Yes?" Damon encouraged brushing his thumb on her hand and Nancy bit the inside of her cheek. She recalled how many times he had treated her nice only to hurt her badly. Only to play with her emotions.

"Why am I in safe zone right now?" This indeed made Damon interested. He wasn't expecting such a question. "There is no zone. I don't see any."

"I meant to ask what I did to deserve it."

"Why are you asking?" Damon asked with utter calm. He so wanted to hear from Nancy's mouth that she wanted to earn a place beside him. He wanted to listen how she wanted to win him. Or how she would do anything for him. He wanted to see the madness in Nancy's eyes for him.

"I want to know what I did. So, I can keep that behavior up." Damon moved his jaw a little to stop himself from smiling but it was showing in his eyes. He liked how she wanted to keep it up and that makes the two of them. The pride in his eyes was unmatched.

"Why?" He asked back and started eating. His ego had swollen. Nancy seeing her hand in his hand hated why she had started this conversation at this moment.

"I want your approval..." Nancy looked for the words while Damon repeated himself. "Why?"

"The truth is. My life depends on how you see me. Any sane person would work onto get in your good books." Damon's thumb stroking on her hand stopped. The same was the case with the glint in his eyes. He felt like someone has thrown cold water on his blazing emotions. His jaw slowly came to a hard clench instead.

Only now he realized he didn't want common sense from her side. He didn't want her intelligence of what she should be doing. Knowing she would do anything for him only for the sake of her life's quality was utterly disgusting to Damon. He wanted her to put efforts for his sake. Only for Damon Anderson and not because she wanted to secure herself from some trouble. He was very familiar that the trouble she was talking about was him and it was intense. But he still wanted her to think about him and not about her situation.

Damon let go of the hold and pushed her hand away. Stress rushed in Nancy's veins that soon turned into fear. She knew she had made some mistake.

"Such a disappointment." Damon commented spitting to his left side. Nancy wonders if there was something wrong with food. But it was perfect. It could only be her.

"What?" Nancy asked but then instantly apologized. "I am sorry. I didn't know better." Nancy had taken notice of how apologizing before had an effect on him. It didn't use to before but now something was changed.

"Fuck, you are sorry. You selfish bitch! All you want to secure is your position here." Damon yelled and Nancy wonders what else she should worry for? There was nothing else to work for. She was surviving him each day.

But one look at Damon's heaving body made her worry for her skin. She didn't want to get hurt. She wasn't stupid enough to incite him.

"I will do better," Nancy pleaded but all Damon noticed how she pulled her hands away from the table. He wonders if she was getting away from him. Was she making a distance?

"How the fuck can you do better when you don't have any idea of what I want!" Damon's roar echoed in the whole house. Nancy's knee started moving involuntarily. She held it down with her hand but it didn't make a difference.

Damon leaned a little more to her face and gritted. "Who the fuck got your tongue?"

"I...I was asking the same thing." Nancy instantly rubbed the tears trailing her face. But then kept the back of her hand right over her jaw.

Not caring about how she had become a scared cat Damon hissed. "No, you didn't!" Damon pushed his plate with such force the plate was half at the edge on the other side of the table while a candlestick had already fallen from the table.

Damon got up and Nancy wanted to follow his actions but felt too weak to move. She watched Damon stomping his feet but instantly closed her eyes when she realized he have come to stand behind her. As if not watching would disappear all of what was around her.

"How could you do this?" Damon yelled all the while picking the chair that was right beside Nancy's and throwing it into the large window. The sound of the crash made Nancy gasp in fear.

Nancy flinched when Damon touched her shoulders and pulled her back to the chair. Damon leaned over her ear and whispered, "Are you too blind to see this? I fucking want you to want me. Do it for me. Not because you fucking want to secure yourself." Damon said it as if he was telling her a secret.

Nancy only nodded her head a little. There was nothing in his words that was making sense to her. Only his anger and disappointment were visible. She couldn't make any sense out of his words. He wasn't comprehensible to her because she refused to believe he could want her.

Nancy knew she was a toy to him and he would want to hurt her. The only thing her body felt in his hands was utter fear. She hasn't forgotten one bit of how he has treated her.

Nancy couldn't grasp any of it. It was all too much. And, even if it was all truth, she couldn't make herself to do it for him. His proximity was suffocating. The liberty to show that she was disgusted of him was a kind of let out that would slip from her hands if she claims to love him. Would she be able to pretend all the time?

But then she recalled how she was the one to propose the marriage to him. Didn't she know she had to fake all the time. Then, why couldn't she do it now? Nancy sobbed and got her shaking fingers on her forehead. In an attempt to hide her eyes and face. She realized how at that time he hadn't tortured her the way he had now.

Don't do this, Nancy. You can't get yourself weak. You can do this. Nancy tried to collect herself.

"I wasn't thinking through. I am sorry," Nancy managed. At this very moment Nancy hoped it could get better with time. She wished for a time when she gets good at pretending. When surviving him isn't suffocating.

"Good," Damon whispered all the while pulling her up. Following his direction, she rose to her feet. Damon traced his fingers on her long slender arms before pulling her wrist to make her follow him. He walked back to the broken window that was showing the huge estate. In the evening the long rows of lamps were all illuminated.

"What are you seeing?" Damon asked and Nancy tried her best to answer when she replied, "Vineyard?"

"I don't see any." Damon replied making Nancy wonder only for a moment before she caught his eyes in the reflection of shattered glass. He was looking right at her.

Knowing that she had caught his gaze in the vague reflection he continued, "You made me hard. Stone hard. This is what is changed."

Damon snaked his arm around her belly and pulled her into him. But the moment he started raising her off the floor Nancy instantly caught his arm. "My lord, please..." Damon kissed her neck making her squeeze her eyes and move her shoulder up to avoid his mouth.

"I want more of you." Damon growled and snaked his other arm around her chest. Nancy cried out, "Ah huh,..." Wincing at where her stitches were on the belly.

"I am never letting you go," Damon swung her around to look at her better. "Only death can do us apart..." Damon kissed her for long and pulled away to complete. "Only your death," Nancy gasped taking in air.

Damon narrowed his eyes looking at Nancy and realized he wanted to see Nancy going breathless even more. He wanted to mount her all night. Nancy found his death stare drilling into her eyes when he ordered, "Tell me you are mine," He sounded so angry

"I am yours, lord." Nancy said without a delay.

"Yes, this is all mine. You are made for my hands, Nancy. I am not going to let anyone's hands on it." Nancy squealed when he got his hold tighter. "I will get the whole fucking world at your feet." Damon said moving the tip of his nose on her cheek.

"I don't want anything. Please, my lord. It hurts..." Nancy blinked finally giving in. If she could bear it, she wouldn't say it.

"I am hurt too. It hurts to want you so much. The thought of you ever believing you can leave me. Hurts me."

"I won't, I won't, I won't..." Nancy was desperate to get his hold off her body.

"I won't let you," Damon cut her off and gave a hard lick over her cheek.

"Ahh..." Nancy opened her mouth and pierced her nails into his hands to make him lose his hold but Damon pushed his tongue in her mouth. Nancy tried to dominate his mouth too in frustration. As if she was fighting back for him to lose his hold. And, Damon moaned in awe and slowly let go of the hold and got his hands on her face.

Pulling away Damon held her hair and jerked her face to him. "Ouch," Nancy winced.

"I am not playing. When I talk about throwing the world at your feet. You accept it. Do you hear me?"

Nancy nodded more with her eyes because her head was in his hold. Damon stared at her for long before gritting. "You accept whatever I throw at you. You don't disrespect me like that. You not accepting my gift is the last thing you want to do. You get it? You be fucking what I want you to be." Nancy sobbed nodding this time and Damon let go of his hold on her hair slowly.

Damon carefully slipped his hand to her waist. He rubbed her tears and whispered, "I want to see you smile. Now." Nancy nodded but Damon was quick to repeat, "Smile," The tinge of his impatience was evident in his action.

Nancy tried to spread her mouth into a smile and was somewhat successful too. Damon's face was still grim. It seems he wasn't much satisfied with her effort. Nancy kept looking at him. She knew if she would look away, he won't like it. But the moment she saw his jaw clenched she sighed. It took her a moment to realize Damon had picked her up in his arms. It was the first time he hasn't loaded her on the shoulder. She was in his arms bridal style.

Nancy didn't dare to speak a word or look away from his face. She knew he wanted her attention. Damon took her upstairs into the master bedroom that has everything styled in the classic Italian way. The bed was huge and had detailed work on the board. Nancy had previously noticed that the whole house was adorned with fresh flowers but their room was the space where all of this was overdone.

Damon didn't throw her on the bed. For the first time he slowly lowered her on the bed. But Nancy drew her knees closer to her chest because no matter how soft he was in handling her. Damon's face was scaring her.

Nancy got stiff when he held her ankle and removed her shoes. She wanted to say that she could do it but looking at Damon's face made her quiet. Damon grazed his hand on the sides of her calf before getting back on her ankle. He held her ankle in a firm grip for a moment before he pulled on it with such strength Nancy was dragged to him. Her back hit the mattress. "Ah..."

Nancy's chest started giving into the fear. Her panting was audible in the room. Nancy narrowed her eyes when Damon closed his eyes leaning to her. Her lower lip wobble when he held the side of her chest and came over her. Nancy bit her mouth when Damon opened his eyes and was disgusted when he said, "Tell me I am the only man who have mounted you." She didn't know why she felt beyond helpless. She knew he was her husband. She was supposed to give it to him but he sure was not the one she wanted to give it to. She didn't love him. She didn't want him over her.

This time Damon chuckled and showed a little smile all the while gritting. "Say it already," It wasn't less than a warning.

"You are the only man who have ever mounted me." It was the moment Nancy realized he was changed after learning about her virginity. Or else, she was nothing to him. He was only looking at a trophy. She was nothing less than a possession to him. She felt trapped when Damon kissed her neck.

"Keep saying," Damon whispered and started giving her small pecks on her cheek and jaw. Nancy looked at her left and Damon started to peck her at her right.

"You are the only one who have mounted me." Nancy said again. And, then again.

"You don't like it or what?" Damon asked and Nancy whimpered when he moved over her delicate figure. "I am fine. You are my husband."

Nancy looked at one of the small lamps that were hanging from the ceiling. She wonders why was she here. If everything happens for a reason, why was she bound to him. Only now she was realizing she had paid a huge price to keep living.

"Fuck, I am," Damon moved again on her body making Nancy utterly uncomfortable. Both of them were completely clothed but it didn't feel less than a stroke to her. Damon kissed her mouth again and kept the dry humping on.

Nancy held his shoulders in an attempt to control his emotions. She didn't know why she felt more violated now. It was frustrating when she realized she had started feeling hot and bothered. Her nipples were so visible on her dress now.

"Ah..." Nancy moaned a little when Damon moved his hand up her legs and then into her panties. Nancy blinked when he started rubbing her with his fingers. She wonders why was he doing all of it when he could get away with this. At first, she wanted to believe that it would be over soon like all the previous times but then recalled what had happened in the flight. He constantly destroyed her for hours.

Damon started moving his thumb on her right nipple while his mouth came down at her neck. Nancy gulped and held his hair when he started sucking her nipple right above the thin fabric. She didn't know why she had this urge to remove her dress and make him have more of her.

She knew Damon would do it eventually but when he didn't, she cried out. "Ahh..." Nancy hit her head in the pillow in frustration before moving her fingers to dress. Her hand remained stiff there for a moment. She noticed how Damon had his eyes closed and was sucking over her nipple audibly. As if he hadn't realized that her nipple was still clothed.

Nancy bit her lip hard and was convinced that Damon wouldn't notice it when she slowly pulled her dress away from her nipple. But the moment it was tugged out of Damon's teeth he opened his eyes and looked straight at Nancy. She still had her fingers on the dress and got her cheeks crimson red.

It was as if she was caught in the action. Damon slowly lowered to lick the nipple before he closed his eyes again and started sucking over it. Nancy closed her eyes and leaving the dress got her hand in Damon's hair.

Nancy got her other hand on his shoulder and closed her eyes too. As if her sins will dissolve if she won't witness it with her eyes. She let her knees fall apart to accept more of him on her. As if it was something so natural of her. She didn't know why was she craving him but for the first time she didn't feel he would attack her or hurt her all of a sudden. His face was yet grim but there was a kind of need in his touch. A need that made her feel so wanted.

She knew she couldn't be in love with him. She knew he could hurt her. And, he would hurt her sooner or later. She knew all of that but right now she didn't want to open her eyes.