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Breakfast is a fun affair. Damien feeds me for most of it, stealing kisses and caresses in between each bite. By the time we’re done, I’m soaking wet and breathless with desire, and Damien has gone hard under his jeans.

I twist in his lap to face him, placing a kiss on his mouth. He tastes like coffee, and he kisses me back forcefully.

“Are you still hungry, princess?” His hand sliding between my legs makes his implications clear.

Nodding shyly, I gasp as his fingers slip under my panties and into the wetness between my legs.

He groans, “So wet, so ready for me.”

Within seconds, he’s pulled himself out of his pants and rearranged me so I’m straddling him. Impatient, he pulls my panties to the side and aligns himself with my entrance. “I need to be inside you,” he says, looking into my eyes.

“Yes, Damien, I need you,” I whisper, sinking down onto him slowly. We both groan at the now-familiar sensation of our bodies connecting, and he begins to gently move my hips up and down, thrusting up into me from below. The feeling is incredible, and I’m soon babbling incoherently into his ear, gasping with each thrust. “Yes, please…more…oh, Damien, I—”

My pleasure is building fast, and just as I think I’m about to burst, Damien picks me up roughly and bends me over thecounter, kicking my feet apart and running his hand through the slick wetness of my pussy. “You’re so perfect, princess, and you’re all mine,” he growls in my ear.

I barely have time to anticipate his next move before he’s thrusting into me from behind, harder than ever before. Each thrust presses my breasts into the cool counter beneath me, and his grip on my hips is bruising. The way he groans in my ear as he takes me this way, so unrestrained, turns me on so much that it’s only moments before my walls are fluttering around him and I’m moaning out my release.

“Yes, Damien, I’m yours!”

He thrusts hard into me a few more times before he stills, releasing himself inside me. I’m trembling, breathless, and…I suddenly realize, I’m happier than I’ve ever been.

Damien pulls out of me gently and turns me around in his arms. Picking me up, he carries me back to the chair and sits us down, with me in his lap again. He’s kissing my neck, my mouth, my face, the top of my head, and I cuddle into the strong embrace of the man I love.

Love?

It’s probably way too soon to say it, right? But I know my feelings are undeniable.

I look up at Damien, about to tell him what’s on my heart, but I hesitate. He smiles down at me. “Something on your mind, princess?”

“I—just…I just wanted to tell you that…I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than I am right now.”

His smile grows even wider. “I’m glad, princess. I would do anything to make you happy.”

My heart feels like it could burst. “I want to stay with you,” I confess. “But…I also want to see my mom, or at least talk to her—let her know I’m okay.” I feel a rush of guilt all over again at the reminder of how long I’ve already gone without calling her.

Damien’s smile drops and he stiffens, then sighs. “Princess, I need to tell you somethi—”

A loud buzz cuts into his words. Damien grimaces and pulls out his phone, frowning down at the screen for a few seconds and then looking up at me. “I’m sorry, baby. I have to leave and see this client. It won’t take long, I promise.” He leans in to kiss me until I’m achy and moaning into his mouth.

He breaks the kiss and stands up. “Find something to do in the house. You can go to the library or the theater room. We’ll continue where we left off.” He backs away slowly, his eyes filled with reluctance.

“It’s alright, Damien. I’ll be fine,” I assure him with a smile.

He leans down for another kiss before walking toward the elevator.

Chapter Seven

Damien

Fucking Theo.

I repeat the words in my head as I drive out of the garage and into the street. Why did he have to call for a meeting when I was finally about to tell Rose about her mother?

If I’d known that telling him about the man he asked me to look for at the chapel would make him ask for a sit-down, I would’ve kept the information to myself for a little longer. I have to see him, because I hate doing a half-assed job, so now my princess is at home all by herself, feeling guilty for not reaching out to her dead mother.

I should have told Rose about her mother the moment I took her to my place. I thought she was too delicate to take too many emotional blows, but now that I know everything about her, I think she’s more than capable of dealing with the loss of her mother. She’s strong. Much more than I imagined.

I think back to when she spoke about her childhood, and the fury I’ve pushed down comes rushing back with force. No child should go through what she went through. Losing one parent and getting a devil as replacement. Hell, at that age, I was running around the house pranking my sister and my mom, and riding my dad’s back whenever he was around.

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