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I look around nervously, hoping I don’t make a fool of myself. Or Damon.

“Eyes on me, Sienna. No one else matters.” I lock eyes with Damon as the intro starts to play.

“My heart is beating out of my chest, Damon. I don’t think I can do this.”

“Your heart is telling you that you are alive. Don’t be afraid to live.”

Damon's words settle in the very heart that is trying to escape the confines of my chest, and I realize he is right. Who knows how much time I had, or anyone for that matter? I experienced that with James. Why not dance with a man in a mansion than with a ghost alone?

Too late, I notice that Damon's hand has left my waist, and then the vibrator starts, a small gasp leaving my lips. Geezus. Luckily, it was at a low speed, but it was distracting nonetheless.

“Are you serious?” I whisper to Damon, the smirk on his face telling me he is.

Damon's hand tenses on my waist just before he moves when the familiar music drifts through the air around us. It was the same song I danced to at night, making the moves I had practiced easy to follow. Not that I would need it. Damon, by nature, is dominating, and dancing with him is no different.

He leads effortlessly, and my body follows his lead as if we have been doing this dance for years. It’s fluid, effortless, and sexy, to the point that I think this might be the most provocative moment of my life.

The tango requires passion and sensuality to be done correctly. With Damon, there is an overload of those feelings. Everywhere his hand touches, it is like a flame licking my skin, igniting my body. Our eyes remain locked, and just like a movie, everything fades. It is just Damon, me, and the music.

My leg wraps around his thigh as I arch my back, rolling my hips against his before bringing my body slowly back up. Damon's eyes echo the desire in mine as he pulls me close and then spins me around, his hand splayed across my stomach while he dips his head into my neck.

Before I can savor the feeling, he is spinning me out and then spinning me back, my body once again pressed against the length of him.

The music ends, and I stand panting, his eyes blazing a trail across my face, my lips, down the collar of my neck. I am so turned on by the dance and the buzzing down below that I think I might orgasm right here in his arms.

Luckily, I don’t, as the room erupts with applause, breaking the cocoon of oblivion I was in. Reminding me there are other people.

I look around, and no one else is on the dance floor. Lady Chatman stands to the side with a massive smile as she claps with everyone else. The blush creeps up my cheeks, making me feel hotter. Bothered.

Ignoring the applause, Damon grabs my hand, leading me out through one of the double doors to the back patio, along the side, and around the large undercover pool. He is walking quickly, and I struggle to keep up in my heels.

“Damon, I can’t walk that fast.” And especially not with the vibrator making my legs weak.

Almost without breaking stride, Damon sweeps me up in his arms as he walks towards a door along the length of the patio.

He somehow manages to open the sliding door without putting me down, slamming it shut with his foot.

It is a room. An elegant one. With a giant king bed on a lipped ledge.

Damon drops me down onto the mattress and steps back, his expression severe.

“Did-did I do something wrong?” I stutter, worried I might have embarrassed him on the dance floor.

Damon leans forward, pressing his body against mine as the mattress indents under the weight.

My legs are forced apart, and with nowhere else to go, I wrap them around his hips as he grinds against me, his hardon rubbing against the thin material of my g-string.

“Do you feel what you do to me, Sienna? Do you feel the control you have over me?”

His voice is gruff, in contradiction to his actual words. He is angry and happy with me at the same time.

He pushes back off the bed, forcing me to unwrap my legs.

“Is your pussy as wet for me as my dick is hard for you, Sienna?”

The filthiness of his words makes the walls of my vagina clench where the now turned-off vibrator is nuzzled inside. It was a glorious torture. Like riding a rollercoaster.

I nod, Damon’s gaze still locked with mine.