Page 92 of Give In

“Enthusiastic researcher.”

Rolling my eyes, they landed on the coffee again. It wasn’t just my regular iced coffee with whole milk. “What is it?”

“Iced coffee with cream, raw sugar, and equal parts vanilla and white chocolate syrup.”

Exactlywhat I loved for a treat.

“You’re insane,” I told him.

“So you’ve said.”

“And I’m sure we can find four out of five doctors who agree with my diagnosis.”

He laughed at my insult. “And the fifth?”

“There’s always a random Doctor Harleen Quinzel.” At his lowered brows and head tilt, I said, “Harley Quinn. She was a psychiatrist.”

Like a lion hunting a gazelle, Damien approached, stopping only when his body was nearly touching mine. His large hand spanned my hip and pulled me to him, closing the minimal distance and pressing his erection against my belly.

How is he so damn hard when I’m insulting him to his face?

Every inch of my body came alive at his touch, a reminder of how built up I was. My blood sizzled in my veins, heating me from the inside out. The air around us crackled with a current of tension.

“Was this before he corrupted her?” he asked, heavy meaning in his words.

Shaking my head, I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and slowly released it.

His gaze darted down to watch raptly, his hold on me tightening.

Breathless with need and the heady power his desire gave me, I explained. “The Joker didn’t corrupt her. Harleen was the one who manipulated circumstances so she could meet him. Deep inside, she knew she wasn’t Doctor Harleen Quinzel. It was…” My words trailed off as I mentally stumbled, hit suddenly by the parallels.

Neither of us were abusive psychos, though Damien did have a penchant for spanking and sexual manipulation. But like Harley, there was a darkness deep inside me that being with Damien forced me to face.

My palms flattened on his chest as I lifted onto my toes. “It was wrong and dysfunctional, but she washisHarley.”

I was going to kiss him, but all my best laid plans went awry when he beat me to it. His head lowered, his lips taking mine in a brutal kiss that said more than words could. Moving his hand from my hip to my lower back, his hold was unyielding. His other hand splayed across my cheek, his fingers digging in and his thumb on my jaw pressing until I opened my mouth, his tongue invading.

When I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and twirled my tongue with his, the already wild kiss went completely unhinged.

Damien went unhinged.

Gripping my ass, he lifted and put me on his desk, knocking over his coffee and God knew what else. He pushed himself between my legs, his hard cock pressing against my pussy. My moan and his groan mixed in our kiss.

Violently, he tore his mouth away like it physically hurt. “Untuck my shirt,” he ordered as his lips moved to my neck, nipping before licking the sting away.

I did as he said, careful to do no more and no less, even though my hands shook with my need to touch him.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered hoarsely, the praise filling me with a bubbling happiness. “Now undo my pants button.”

Again, I did only what he said before waiting for his next order. My reward that time was a brushed kiss against my collarbone. When I unzipped his slacks, he cupped my breast. I pulled down his boxers enough to free him, he pinched my nipple through my bra, squeezing hard enough that the barrier was useless.

“Wrap your hand around the base of my dick.” He ended on a groan as I eagerly did as he said before he’d even finished speaking, although my fingers couldn’t fully encircle him. Still caressing my breast with one large hand, his other covered my pussy over my leggings. “Squeeze harder, angel.” His breath hissed out and his hips jerked forward. “Fuck, just like that.” His thick middle finger pressed between my lips, bringing my panties and leggings with it. The soft cotton felt like sandpaper against my hypersensitive clit as he used the barrier to his advantage.

Nothing was in me, yet I felt so full and so empty all at once.

Something akin to a whimper and whine escaped me though I tried to swallow it down. The small noise made Damien’s eyes blaze, and he attacked my clit again, unrelenting and determined, like his next breath depending on me moaning.

Grasping on to the last vestige of common sense I had left, I tried to shift away before someone heard us. Or worse, walked in.