Page 155 of Give In

“You want to break me.”

“So fucking badly.”

“So you can rebuild me. Change me.”

“What the hell would I change? You’re already perfect,” he said, rough and fervent. “I want to break you so you let me past all those walls you have up. I want to consume your thoughts. I want to be your addiction. Your obsession. I want you to feel what I feel and need me even a fraction as much as I need you.” His midnight eyes seared into mine, his voice pleading. “Give in. Trust me to take care of you because I love you, Eden.”

Everything stopped—my breath, my heart, my brain.

The world.

I slow blinked, sure I’d misheard. “You love me?”

“So fucking much.” His hold tightened as he ordered, “Say you love me, too.”

Frantically, I shook my head.

“Say it.”

“No.”

“Why?”

Close to hyperventilating, I admitted, “Because then you’ll have every part of me.”

“Then it’s only fair since you have every part of me.” His mouth crashed down on mine, taking it. Owning me.

And I knew I’d lost.

The battle. The war.

All of it.

I could build wall after wall, and he’d keep smashing them down with his filthy-sweet words and his touch.

I’d lost.

Which also meant I’d won.

He loves me.

Damien Caine loves me.

I tried to end the kiss, but Damien was undeterred, his mouth moving to tease my neck. “Damien,” I said through my soft laughter, his stubble tickling the sensitive skin.

His lips skimmed as he ordered, “Say it.”

“Hold on.” A tremor ran through me as his teeth scrapped. “Stop.”

Just like he’d promised, as soon as I said the word, he stopped. No hesitation or anger, he stepped away immediately, concern mixing with the lust in his gaze.

“Just for a minute,” I said, reaching out to pull his hands back to me. “Let’s go upstairs.”

“Too far.”

“Trust me.”

His lips tipped up, and then I tipped, too, when he put his shoulder to my belly and lifted. I squealed with laughter that ended as a moan when his hand landed hard on my ass.