Chapter 33 - Jealous Rage

"I was just putting some things away, Ava was nice enough to help," Evan maintained an air of quiet composure. It did not appear that Damon caused him any anxiety. I, on the other hand, was waiting for Damon to kill him. I remained unable to breathe, as my heart was likely located on the ground.

"That's Master to you."

"I apologize, Master."

He narrowed his eyes with suspicion, "I recognize you." Where do I know you from?"
I believed my chest could not have descended any lower. He was about to come to the realization that Evan was the lad from Akbur Hills who had presented himself as the fruit seller. Our cover would be blown at any moment, and the situation would be concluded.

Evan abruptly stated, "You are familiar with me from Akbur Hills." I gaped at him with wide eyes, as it was blatant and honest. "I used to live there before I was employed here."
Interestingly, Damon appeared to endorse this response.

"Don't you think it's inappropriate to be standing this close to my mate?" Damon yelled. He was prudent enough to allow the air to thicken due to his jealous disposition.

"I apologize, Master. Yes, you are entirely correc-"

"I should kill you just for talking to her-"

"I was just helping him-" I tried to reason.

"Step away from him, now!" As if he could no longer tolerate the proximity of my presence to him, Damon erupted in a loud voice. As I arose, I proceeded to Damon's side, passing an agitated Evan.

"You filth, return to your workspace.If you are ever seen in close proximity to her again, I will hang you from the tree."

Damon seized me by the arm and returned me to the residence. Evan appeared to be sufficiently enraged to attempt to murder Damon tonight, and I endeavored to offer him an apology.
I was unable to fathom the extent to which the situation would have escalated had Damon intervened upon us mere seconds prior to our embrace.
Damon's punishment was an unexpected surprise to me until we entered the bedroom and he threw me onto the bed.

"That freaking hurt!" I shouted and clutched my injured arm.

Damon struggled with his pockets and withdrew a piece of paper.
I was unable to speak as he hurled the items that I had purchased at the market today at my face. Wolfsbane, mushrooms, and pharmacy item #34220 were the items I read in my head as I picked up the list.
I permitted myself to breathe an exhalation of relief. Birth control was not indicated as the form of medication.

"What about it?" I inquired.

"What is the last item?"

"Shit, shit, shit."

"It is medication for my headaches," I hastily misled.

"Show me."
Fuck!
Less than an hour prior, I had requested that Tessa bring me a new bottle. There was no possibility that she would have brought it up by now. I rose and contemplated how I could remove myself from this situation.

"I don't know where I put it-"

"Don't engage in pranks with me, SHOW ME NOW!"

As a result, I recoiled. He was never so enraged that I had ever witnessed. What was the big deal? If so, did he already harbor suspicions?

"Fine; I will look for it. Give me a moment!" I snapped back

In the bathroom, I proceeded to search the countertops. It was as if a miracle had occurred, as a new bottle of headache medication was there still in its plastic packaging.
Tessa had, after all, brought it up on time. I grabbedit and returned to the room with a sense of confidence. It was held in his face.

"See! Here it is! Perhaps you would also like to see the color of my underwear!"

Damon removed the container from my grasp and examined it. His force caused the entire object to shatter as he threw the lid open. Pills of a red hue were scattered throughout the room.

"You're seriously fucking crazy-" At first, I attempted to exit the room, but his hand abruptly grasped my elbow. He hurled me back, causing me to be pressed against his torso and place us in a direct line of sight.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Away from you! It is clearly evident that you have lost your sanity."

"You want to go back and find your little dirty gardener boyfriend."

"I don't even know him!" I can't believe you're jealous"... Although I endeavored to free myself from his grasp, he only managed to intensify it.

"I'll have him killed and hung right here for you to wake up to-"

"Damon, please allow me leave. You are hurting me".

"You can't go anywhere, you're mine!"

Against my throat, his fingers were pressed. I gagged and choked on my own words.

"You are forbidden from engaging in further communication with him. And if I see you with him, I will kill both of you."

Tears developed in my eyes. That he was subjecting me to this treatment was beyond my comprehension. What was the reason for his rapid suspicion that there was an issue between Evan and me? Had someone told him something?

I cried out, "I hate you."

Damon gazed at me for a brief period, his fingertips remaining on my throat.
"You never have to love me, but you will obey me, forever."

"How long do you consider to be forever? Until you have entirely eliminated all human life on Earth?"

"That's my point, I dictate the meaning of everything, even the word forever-"

"You think you're some sort of god-"

"I'm your god!" His voice was raised in my direction.

He abruptly placed his lips on mine without any warning.
I tried to fight him off; but, he persisted. His tongue was playing at the entrance of my mouth, and I could feel it playing with alarming softness. I could not tell if I was turned on my Damon somewhere in the deep depth of my subconsciousness or if it were some sort of other magic but I kissed him back. There was an equal amount of mutual passion and fury. Damon struck both of us against the wall behind me and sealed his lips on my jawline, jaw, and neck. In an attempt to remove his shirt, I toyed with the buttons and moaned. I exposed his tattooed shoulders and biceps, I displayed his flawless torso. When his trousers were removed, I was already salivating. I was unaware that Damon had already removed my shirt and was staring at my bare chest in the same manner as a lion would his prey.