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She was in the bathroom. He smiled wickedly. Should he? mmmm yeh.

Leaning against the door frame he waited for her to realise he was there. What he didn't contemplate was how it would affect him to see her washing herself in the bathtub. She raised the arm closest to him and he had the profile view of her bubble covered breast. He couldn't take his eyes off it as it bounced with her movements. Mmmm he thought, that was his. His. He was a very possesive man when it came to what he owned. It was a dangerous game for anyone who defied him. He didn't care if he made enemies with his ideals; as long as they respected him. No one else was allowed to touch what was his and it was time to let her know that.

The bath was exactly what she needed to help relax her tense muscles. When her father called her to his office the last thing she expected him to want was for her to get married. It was simply ludicrous! Damon may be an attractive man... ok, he'd been the subject of a few dreams... but there was no way in hell she wanted to marry him! The man was a year older than her father for goodness sake! She couldn't help but grin at his expression when she said she had a fuck buddy and hadn't finished with him. That moment in the conversation almost made it all worth while... almost. She started singing another song as she moved to wash down her sides.

"You'll be singing my name soon my fiancee" a voice whispered in her ear just seconds before she screamed.

"What the hell are you doing in here? GET OUT!" She moved as far away as she could making sure she was covered with bubbles as much as she could.

He smiled widely at her as he knelt beside the tub and dropped his hand into the water and swirled it around. Saying nothing.

"Get out Damon. You have no right to come in here like..."

He grabbed her by her foot and dragged her to him and held onto her around the waist. "I can and will do anything I want to my future wife."

"Like hell you will you perverted piece of... "

He grabbed her by the face as hid eyes narrowed "Learn to mind your manners little girl or I'll teach you them myself. Do I make myself clear?"

Her eyes widened and filled with fear and she nodded slowly as he let her face go.

"Good." He smiled at her again "where do you want to go for our honeymoon?"

"I'm not marrying you!" she retorted angrily.

"Oh but you are. You're mine now Anna. You and I will be getting married as soon as it can be arranged." Again with the smile. "I can't wait to have you under me moaning."

"Oh please, like you could ever turn me on!"

He trailed a finger along her shoulder making her shiver. Leaning across he lowered his head to take her earlobe into his mouth and bit it softly making her heat up to the core of her existence. "Challenge accepted" he whispered as he trailed his mouth along her cheek resting for a moment as he touched the edge of her mouth before smirking and lowering his mouth to kiss the juncture between her neck and her shoulder. She moaned. He pulled away.

"You disappoint me Anna, I thought for sure you'd last until I had my mouth... here." He brushed his thumb over her nipple. She moaned. He pulled away and stood up, leaving her breathless.

"We're getting married Anna. Your father doesn't need you to be all spoilt brat about it. It's happening, end of story." He raised his hand to silence her as she began to argue again. "Get used to it Anna. Very soon we'll be introducing ourselves as Mr and Mrs Damon Price."

"No..."

"Shut the hell up Anna. Just do as you're told and you'll be treated well. Keep arguing and it'll only be bad for you."

He walked over to the door but before he left he turned to look her dead in the eyes "Your body is mine Anna and I don't share what I own. Tell your fuck buddy to fuck off."

He was gone and she let herself slide beneath the bubbles again as she whispered to the silent room "Oh my... what the hell have you got me into Dad?"