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And so I stand up and slowly make my way over to him, finally resting my ass down on the man’s muscular legs. He doesn’t buckle under me. He holds my weight effortlessly. His body is a lot warmer than I expect.
I realize I’ve never been this close to him. There is a tingle on the back of my neck as his hot breath hits me whilst I snuggle in on his lap. He smells so good.
He’s so damn close...
My heartbeat quickens - I hope he doesn’t notice.
My breathing shallows - I hope he doesn’t hear it.
“And how does this feel?” Damon asks me, his deep voice now very much a whisper in my ear.
I shudder at his tone. The man knows how to tempt a woman.
“No change,” I mutter, somewhat dishonestly. “Nothing at all.”
I might be lying through my teeth, but I am still not going to let him win.
“If we’re going to spend so much time together,” he whispers, “then I must conjure up a nickname for you, Ava. I think I will call you...Beauty.”
“Beauty?”
“Yes.”
I nearly snort in derision.
“What?” I ask. “If I am Beauty, then doesn’t that make you abeast?”
“Oh, something like that,” Damon replies cheekily.
And then his fingers find my chin. And he’s pulling my face around so that we’re now confronting each other. So very close. Our eyes lock.
And then, breaking the tension that’s been lingering between us like a dark rain cloud, he kisses me.
And, in my head, it begins to rain.
It’s not a gentle kiss, that’s for sure. It is a kiss of a man who’s getting exactly what he wants. He’s demonstrating to me that I am his. Totally, utterlyhis.
The kiss is just like his alluring arrogance.
So. This is what it’s like to be owned by a gangster.
He’s really going to do what he wants with me, isn’t he?
Something about that turns me on, despite all the logic in my brain telling me how bad it is.
I let him kiss me. I enjoy it. The fact that he’s attaining exactly what he desires –me- sends a sharp and delightful rush of excitement through me. Right down my spine to the wetness between my legs.
“You’ve been such a little tease,” Damon growls. “Coming in here today dressed the way you do in that sexy little serious pantsuit of yours. It’s like you want to turn me on. It’s like you want to make me yearn for you.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Do you know what you are, Ava Matson?”
I blink. I can’t take much more of this cocky sureness before I’m melting.
“No, what am I?” I ask.
“My reward,” he snarls back.
