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I can just make out a few of Damon’s words. “Three guys…out…banned…now.”
The man doesn’t even look at me. Like it’s completely normal for Damon to go all caveman and throw women over his shoulder.
I ignore the way that thought sours my stomach and try to push myself up. “I can walk.”
Damon doesn’t respond. He jerks when I pinch his back hard enough it’ll bruise, but he only tightens his grip around my thighs.
I pinch him again. “Where are you taking me?”
He grunts and spins me in the air, so now one arm is below my knees, and the other one is wrapped around my back, pressing me into his chest while gripping my wrist.
“I’m bringing you somewhere to sober up,” he says darkly, his hold tightening on my wrist, just shy of hurting.
“Oh…thanks.” I snap my face forward, hoping he doesn’t see the flush that crosses my cheeks.
He juggles me in his arms and unlocks the door with a cool little key pass thingy.
“What were you thinking?” he murmurs under his breath.
I’m not exactly sure if he’s asking me or himself, but my answer just sort of pops out.
“That I needed to get laid.” Oops.
He inhales sharply, dropping my feet to the ground, and grips both of my shoulders. Which is good because the look on his face has me feeling dizzy. “You came to my club to hook up with some guy?”
Alarm bells go off in my head. Warning. Danger. Proceed with caution.
I suck air through my teeth and shrug. “Well, technically, I didn’t know it was your club until right now… It’s nice… And it was more of a let-myself-loose situation than a booty call.”
“Jesus Christ.” He pinches the bridge of his nose and takes several deep breaths. His entire body is rigid, pulled taut with tension.
Should I ask him if he’s okay?
“Fuck it,” Damon growls and crowds me, forcing me to take several steps backward until my back connects with glass. I barely register that we’re in a private room overlooking the dance floor before Damon’s mouth is claiming mine.
He takes control, tongue rough as he punishes me with his kiss. It’s sharp, fast, all teeth and demand. I struggle to pull back, but he holds me still. I shouldn’t be doing this—he’s my freaking boss—but he’s lit my body on fire, and I can’t seem to care.
I kiss him just as hard, fighting for my own control. He grips the back of my neck and groans when I nip his bottom lip, sucking on it.
We kiss until my lungs burn and I’m forced to break away to gasp for breath.
Releasing my mouth, Damon turns his abuse toward my neck, sucking and biting the tender skin.
My head smacks against the glass, and I go to reach back, but his hand is already there, rubbing the sore spot and creating a buffer between me and the hard surface.
His fingers bury in my hair, then tighten, forcing my head back and to the side, making more room for him.
Sharp teeth sink into my neck, and I moan, fisting his shirt at the feel of his bite.
“What are you doing?” I practically gasp the question.
“Marking you,” Damon declares, then swirls his tongue over the raw spot he left behind, drawing a whimper from the back of my throat. He grips my jaw between his thumb and forefinger and forces my head back to meet his gaze. “If you need to come, you come to me.”
I freeze, in too much of a daze to fully understand what’s happening. “What? Why?—”
He cuts me off with an earth-shattering kiss and lifts me so my legs wrap around his waist and his hips sink between my thighs. My eyes roll back, and my mouth drops open when the shape of his hard cock lines up perfectly against me, applying a delicious pressure I desperately need.
Any self-preservation I’ve been holding on to evaporates at the feel of his hot length, and my hips tilt into him on their own.
