Page 79 of The Prince of Power

“Do I tell you that I want to fuck your pretty doll face? That I want those big gray eyes to fill with tears as I shove my cock down your throat?”

His words send an electric shock through me, and I cry out.

“Let go, my Ava.” His voice is in my ear. “Can I kiss you?”

His words register only distantly, and I nod. A moment later, I’m being lifted by my waist and set on the edge of the tub. Damian yanks down my wet pajama pants. They stick to my legs on the way down, which seems to frustrate him.

His voice might be calm and commanding, but I get the sense he’s just as aroused as I am.

When my pants are finally off, he sets his hands on my thighs and pushes them apart. His gaze grows heavy lidded as he inhales deeply, humming afterward.

Instinctively, I try to close my thighs, but Damian’s hands are firm. He lowers his head between my legs and...

Oh my God.

This is what he meant when he asked to kiss me.

His warm breath tickles my clit, and a moment later, he darts out his tongue. It’s so deliciously warm and soft as he rubs up and down. He finds a rhythm quickly—like he knows my body already—and that building pressure explodes. I scream as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.

As my body grows limp, he pulls me against his chest. “Thank you, angel. I was starved for you.”

As my euphoric haze starts to subside, Damian’s face appears through the blur. His eyes are alight with something wild and triumphant. He leans down to capture my lips in a hard kiss. His tongue brushes against mine, as if he wants me to taste myself.

“There’s my girl.” His smile is smug. “I brought her back.”

My whole body grows stiff. He’s toying with me again. I just had the best orgasm of my life—an almost spiritual experience—and this was all just a game to him.

I yank myself away from him and pull myself out of the tub, grabbing a towel from the counter to cover myself. “I figured why not let you touch and kiss me. Nothing matters anymore.”

Even without seeing his face, I feel the air in the room change.

“Stop it,” he grits out. “You’re acting like a brat.”

When I turn to him, his jaw is clenched. I tug the towel around my body. “Maybe I should throw myself over one of thebalconies. It’d probably be less painful than whatever you have planned for me.”

His eyes widen minutely before settling into a chilling stare. “You sound a lot like me.”

My head jerks back. “What?”

He steps out of the tub and starts marching toward me. I let out a little gasp. He’s so beautiful in his nudity—so languid and graceful. He stops a foot away from me. “Nothing matters.You sound like a nihilist. I’ve told you over and over again I’m not going to hurt you, and you’ve now threatened to kill yourself twice. What about your family?” He tilts his head. “What about your dad?”

My chest grows unbearably tight. He’s right. He’s absolutely right. On the night I was kidnapped, I somehow lost touch with myself. I’ve barely spared a thought for the people I love most. I’ve thrown a massive pity party.

It’s disgusting.

Mist glazes over my eyes. If I’ve lost myself, it’s Damian’s fault. He’s brainwashed me. Traumatized me. Made me forget who I am and what I believe in.

He made me care for him. Even now, there’s a tug at my heart on his behalf. He’s upset over what I said, and I don’t like it.

It’s not fair. None of this is fucking fair.

My chin trembles. “You should be happy. You wanted to crush my spirit. Well, you’ve succeeded. I don’t care about anything anymore.”

He grabs my chin so tightly it makes me wince. He forces me to look at him. “Looks like I’m going to have to keep an even closer watch on you. All the balconies will be monitored from now on. Now get out of my sight.”

I yank myself away from him. Tears stream down my face as I turn and run out of the room.

Damian

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