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“There you go,” he says softly. “You’ll be okay, sweetheart.

His hand comes up slowly and he tenderly tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. When his fingers graze my cheek I feel a thrill go through me.

“I’m going to make a call now, get us out of here,” he informs me.

I nod slowly, “Okay.”

The feel of his hand on my skin disappears as he pulls his phone out of his jacket pocket. He dials someone’s number and whoever it is must pick up on the first ring. He’s close enough that I hear the string of apologies on the other end.

“Get us out of here now,” Damien snaps.

“I really apologize sir,” the person on the other end says, “The elevator seems to be in need of unexpected maintenance. But we’re already working on restoring it. It’ll be about twenty minutes before we can get it functional again.”

I feel my heart pound at that admission, shutting my eyes and trying not to think about the feeling of the walls closing in around me.

“Someone’s going to answer for this once I’m out,” Damien threatens before hanging up.

A couple seconds later, I feel his presence. He’s move closer. His thumb brushes the edge of my jaw and my eyes flit open.

“I need a distraction,” I say to him.

His eyes burn with their intensity. “What would you have me do, mi vida?”

I shrug. “Anything.

“I have some ideas,” he murmurs, and the space is suddenly filled with heat.

The air between us shifts and I’m suddenly painfully aware of the fact that we’re alone. That his body is inches from mine. His hand is near my waist and he could close the gap between us so easily. I freeze, heat rushing through me.

Neither of us move for what feels like ages. His eyes drop to my mouth and his fingers twitch ever so slightly.

“Tell me, Cassie. Would you like me to distract you?” he asks.

I swallow softly before opening my mouth and damning the consequences.

“Yes.”

He doesn’t hesitate. One of his arms snakes around my waist and his palm comes up to cup my cheek. My eyes fall shut as his lips descend on mine, devouring me. My entire body melts into his. I didn’t know that was possible. I fist the front of his shirt, forgetting everything. Where we are, where we are going. It doesn’t matter.

Everything else falls away, except for him and the desire. Damien thrusts his tongue inside my mouth kissing me deep and slow. He rubs his pelvis against my stomach and I can feel his hard, erect cock. A shiver of pleasure goes through me.

The knowledge that I did that setting me alight.

“You like that, don’t you,bella,” he whispers against my lips, before thrusting forward. “Look what you do to me.”

My throat dries and I’m incapable of a single coherent thought. All I can do is moan in reply still holding on to him. He’s terrifying, even right now. The thought of all the things he could do to me scares me. He release my waist and I tremble ashis hand snakes downward toward my thigh, right where the slit of the dress starts.

“You wore this for me, didn’t you, Cassie?” he questions, fingers tapping against the bare skin he finds. “This sexy as fuck dress.”

“Yes,” I moan softly, seeing no reason not to admit it.

“That’s a good girl,” he purrs, slowly lifting the dress up, his fingers inching closer to my panties.

Some tiny part of me that’s not completely enveloped in Damien tries to warn me that this is a bad idea, but I shut it down because it feels so good right now. My heartbeat skyrockets and goosebumps spread across my flesh.

There’s nothing innocent or soft about the way Damien touches me. It’s claiming, salvage and overwhelming.

“You’re trembling,bella,” he buries his nose in my hair, inhaling me while continuing his path. “Will you also tremble like this when I fuck you? When you’re riding my cock.”