Page 22 of Mr. Darkness


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“It’s my job to pick up on these things.” I step backwards as he approaches until my back is against the wall. “I knew you’d be perfect for me the first second I laid my eyes on you. The way curiosity was eating at you to look at me, but you kept walking… I could tell you could feel my presence by the way you held your breath.” He leans in on my face, sliding my arms over my head and pressing them into the wall as he speaks. “Then you opened your feisty mouth… and I knew I had to spend time with you.” What this man does to me is unlike anything I’ve ever dealt with and I think that’s my problem. I don’t know how to respond to him. He’s powerful even when he stands completely still, not saying a word… but when he touches me it’s as if everything before that very moment was miniscule in comparison.

I work hard to respond to him, swallowing before I say a word. “I’m not the girl you think I am.”

“I’m not talking about the girl you’ve allowed yourself to be… I want the sexy seductress you’re destined to become. She’s there, let me show you.” He kisses my lips, refusing me the chance to say another word and sending a spark through my body at the same time. His tongue is aggressive and relentless in proving a point to keep me quiet and make me fall to his every command—both those silent and voiced loud and clear.

“Come with me.” He pulls away from the kiss and I instantly regret wearing these yoga pants to barge in here.

I look down and begin to nod no. “I need to just go back and think about some stuff. Maybe you can call me tomorrow and we can talk about all of this.”

“Oh… I’ll call you tomorrow, but come with me first.” He takes my hand, slowly leading me to that fancy couch before he slides a white button up shirt over his shoulders. I get lost in a trance as I watch him move, his muscles flexing under the material. The way he buttons his cuffs, sets him back into the almost perfectly disciplined professional he’s been every other time I’ve seen him. A complete contradiction to the reckless, inked man standing in front of me just a few seconds ago.

After his suit jacket and tie are perfect, he leads me toward a door on the far wall with his hand on the lower part of my back. I take a deep breath, trying to prepare myself for what he’s going to show me, but with our track record, I’m not sure that’s possible. This man terrifies me, yet somehow… some fucked up part of my mind is dying to know what makes him tick.

With a tight grip on my hand, he pulls me into a room filled with men in dark suits. The room is dim and after a quick scan, I find that the only other female in the room is the one I just saw a few minutes ago. You know… the one in the gorgeous dress, much different than my gym outfit.

“Jesus, Damon everyone is in dressed in suits and formal attire. I can’t be in here.”

He quickly turns, pressing me against the door just as it closes. The sound of the room quiets as he towers over me, hiding me from the view of everyone in the room besides himself. “Maybe next time you’ll wear what I tell you to.” His breath hits my face and I swallow hard with the intensity in his voice.

“I did.” His fingers slide down my right arm while his other arm rests on the door beside my head.

“I never told you to take it off.”

“Since when do I need permission to change my clothes?”

“Since you met me.” The determination in his voice should have me running from this room like I’m being chased, but it’s the damn confidence that I find myself respecting… and what can I say, the way he’s staring at me isn’t like I’ve ever been looked at before. He doesn’t care that he’s in a room full of men… who as far as I know could all be big wig business men in the movie industry. No, he doesn’t have any regard to there being an audience watching our every move as he slips his hand behind my ass and pulls me into his hips, allowing his bulge to press into my waist.

I swallow hard as I watch his lips move. “You’ll learn to listen to what I tell you… or maybe you’ll enjoy the consequences when you disobey.” He slides his hand behind my neck, pulling my face closer to his while his thumb heats up my cheek as it brushes my already sensitive skin.

“Consequences?”

“Yes.” He whispers over my lips just before he kisses me once again. I don’t hear a single noise in the background with him this close. His initial nibble on my lip and slow tongue movements has me opening to him until we’re both tangled and lost in each other. For a brief second I forget about our audience and let my hands run over his ass… which is very firm by the way, only making me wish I could spend more time exploring him without all the extra crazy he seems to bring.

“Let’s continue this later. I don’t want any of these fuckers seeing your face when I fuck you for the first time.” His words spread over my skin like wild fire. Fuck me? Here in this room with all of these people watching? Not on his damn life.

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