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  Damon thrust his tongue in my mouth and fucked it with ardor. His hands were all over my body; his fingers in my hair, down my back, and squeezing my nipples. My pussy was a sudden wet mass of nerves, throbbing in anticipation of his cock ramming into me.

  With a low growl, he pulled back and held my head steady between his hands.

  His gaze was fierce. “Don’t ever let me catch you strutting your perfect ass in sexy panties at work again.” His hands slid down my sides and over the curve of my breasts until they rested on my hips. “As long as you share my bed, this body belongs to me. Understood?”

  I pressed my lips together to hide my smile and nodded. “One hundred percent.”

  His lips brushed over mine and I wrapped my arms around his neck, enjoying his soft and sensuous kisses. When we arrived at the front of my apartment, I stared into his gorgeous eyes to gauge his reaction to my next words.

  “You’re sure you want to stay the night?” I asked with a hint of doubt. “My couch moonlights as my bed.”

  He stroked his thumb on my cheek and nodded. “I’m a simple man beneath the suit, Samantha, and all I want right now is you.” He scrunched his nose for a second. “But do you mind if I jump in the shower? I went straight from the airport to Midnight Blue.”

  The way he scrunched his nose was so at odds with the billionaire alpha maleness he usually exuded. I couldn’t help but rub my nose against his in a teasing gesture. “As long as you don’t mind smelling like jasmine and vanilla.”

  “When I have my way with your body,” he whispered, “I’m going to smell like you either way.”

  We ran up the stairs and after unlocking the door, I carefully slipped through the doorway to intercept Brandy before she could bolt out. Damon followed me in and flipped a switch near the entrance, bathing my studio apartment in warm light. Brandy purred in my arms and nuzzled into Damon’s hand when he pet her.

  “Hello, girl.” He purred back. He dipped his head lower to catch my lips in a quick kiss. “I won’t be long.”

  “Towels are in the linen closet outside the bathroom.”

  He strode toward the bathroom but paused to empty his pockets on the kitchen island. A small ring of keys clanked on the surface and was followed closely by his wallet, smartphone, and a few loose papers. My gaze followed his round ass until it disappeared into the bathroom.

  “Let’s get you something to eat,” I said, lowering my cat to the floor and heading into the kitchen to fetch her a can of wet food. She didn’t get to indulge in the decadent feast often, but she deserved it tonight, because I had every intention of locking her up in the bathroom while Damon and I played.

  I leaned against the kitchen island to watch her as she attacked her meal with gusto and a flash of red on one of the pieces of paper from Damon’s pocket caught my eye. If it hadn’t been for the shape and size of the paper, I wouldn’t have thought anything of it. But this was a receipt. And that specific shade of red was imprinted on my brain, because I had personally selected it for our family business. My curiosity won out and I snatched up the receipt, interested in comparing the design of another establishment to my own.

  I opened it fully, only to have my stomach drop to the floor like I’d just stepped onto a crazy carnival ride. Let It Rayne stared back at me in the same beautiful script I’d chosen more than three years ago. A small part of me tried to convince myself that Damon had gone there to meet my brother for lunch while he was in town. Only I knew that was a blatant lie, because scrawled across the back of the receipt was a phone number written in an unmistakable script…both of which belonged to my father.

  Why the hell was Damon meeting with my father at Let It Rayne in New York and, more importantly, why hadn’t he told me about it before he went?

  CHAPTER 12

  Obsessed

  Damon had promised he would never hurt me and yet bolts of searing pain crashed through my heart as I stared at the receipt, trying to envisage a valid reason why he would meet with my father behind my back. After crumbling the receipt, I tossed it back onto the counter and took a deep breath. Tears welled in my eyes, but I fought them back. He must have a good reason. And I respected him enough to give him a chance to explain.

  Maybe I was overreacting? I tended to blow things out of proportion in any situation involving my father. God, I really hoped so. I was falling hard for Damon and wanted to go with him to heaven and back.

  Three days without him felt like hell. His irresistible charm. That smoking hot body. The confidence he exuded. Yes, definitely. All of that. But if I was honest with myself, then it was so much more. Gorgeous men threw themselves shamelessly at me. Before, I walked away without a second thought after taking my pleasure. But I couldn’t seem to walk away from Damon, no more than he could walk away from me.

  A smile curled up my lips as I recalled the way he’d gone all caveman when he caught Eric panting over my cheetah panties. Damon couldn’t impress me with his wealth, and I didn’t give a shit about his status, but I loved the way he consumed me with a single look. He was the only man I wanted more than the air I breathed. Why did he have this undeniable hold on me?

  Because beneath the Brioni suit is a genuine man who cares about my feelings and values my opinion. The proof was in the way he embraced me in the private room of Cité until my body stopped shivering with fear of Giovanni. Or how he listened to my suggestions for improving Midnight Blue and set them into action.

  We seemed to fit together no matter where we were. And while I knew he enjoyed the luxury of his spacious penthouse, he was also comfortable being with me anywhere—even in my shoe box apartment. I was proud of my studio and he was proud of me—for standing up for what I believed in—for having the courage to tell the bastard men in my life to fuck-off—for being independent and forsaking wealth in order to be true to myself.

  I wanted Damon with a desperation beyond anything I’d ever felt. But he had to prove he wasn’t an asshole billionaire. I’d give him a chance to explain.

  When the shower turned off, I quickly changed out of my clothes and into the rest of my lingerie. A few minutes later, he strode down the short hallway from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He combed his fingers through his tousled hair as if he didn’t have a care in the world, but the second he lifted his head and caught sight of me, his breath hitched in his throat.

  I stood not five feet away from him with my legs spread in a wide stance. His gaze traveled from my black spiked heels, up long, naked legs and then paused on the velvet cheetah panties hugging my body. My belly quivered slightly from the force of a riding crop I slapped continuously against my left palm in a slow and controlled movement.

  He licked his lips and lifted his head, drawn to the cheetah print pasties clinging to my nipples. “Where the fuck do you shop?”

  Tingles erupted along my flesh as he feasted on the fiery ensemble. Delicate chains attached to the end of the pasties led his hungry eyes upward to a collar encircling my throat. My fingers ached to wrap around his neck and pull his luscious mouth to mine for a taste of his sweetness.

  His sensuous lips curved in a devilish smile and he reached for me. But I stepped back and shook my head. I was in complete control and knew it. Right then, he’d do anything to get his hands on my body.

  Blood pulsed through my veins on a direct path to my clit. A primitive desire flamed in my gut and I burned with the need to shove him back onto the bed and ride his dick, losing myself in him. He must’ve read my mind, because he stepped forward with every intention of taking control again, but I lashed out and halted him in his tracks with the riding crop.

  “Stop.” I commanded, my voice dripping with authority. The brown leather handle rested in the center of his chest and he stared down at it in surprise.

  “You’re in deep shit without a shovel.” I purred and trailed the handle of my crop down his chest to the edge of the towel resting on his hips. His cock twitched in response, prodding against the material. I
lifted the edge of the towel and pushed it open until it fell in a heap at his feet, leaving his ramrod cock on proud display. Exposed.

  “How so?” he asked.

  I tilted my head toward the kitchen counter. “You visited my family’s restaurant this weekend without discussing it with me first.”

  He lifted a questioning eyebrow. “And what do you plan to do about it?”

  That wasn’t the response I’d expected. A frown pulled at my lips and my heart rate spiked with anger. I couldn’t tell if he was serious or not. But I wanted answers, dammit.

  “I’m going to take this crop to your bare ass, Damon. But first I want to know why my father gave you his phone number.”

  “You’re serious,” he said, narrowing his eyes on me. “Well, fuck that. You don’t get to be angry with me. Not when I’ve dreamt of you three nights in a row and I ditched my last business meeting to catch an early flight to play with your cheetah panties.”

  Grabbing the crop in one hand and my waist in the other, he slammed my body against his rock hard frame. His eyes seared me, but I welcomed the burn, ready for a fight. Only he wasn’t in a fighting mood.

  Lowering his lips to my ear, he nibbled on the soft lobe and his cock stirred to life against my belly. A little moan passed through my lips and he smiled against my ear. I might’ve hated him at that moment, but he knew I couldn’t resist him any more than he could resist me.

  “Drop the attitude, angel,” he whispered, skimming his hand across my ass and squeezing a handful possessively. Grabbing my chin, he lifted and held my gaze. “I offered to tell you where I was going this weekend. You didn’t want to know.”

  My brow lifted in utter disbelief at his callous dismissal of my demand to know why he met with my father. What the hell? He was not getting off so easily. There was no way I could’ve contemplated his plans, and knowing how I feel about my father, he should’ve insisted on discussing it. “But you—”

  “No buts—”

  His lips found mine in a soft caress, capturing my objection and putting it momentarily to rest. My body softened and melded with his as he lavished me with delectable little kisses while stroking my bottom.

  “Did I, or did I not offer to tell you what I had planned for the weekend?” he asked.

  He wasn’t playing fair. That wasn’t the point and he knew it! My lips tightened in a thin line as he squeezed me even closer to him. His finger slipped under my velvet panties, right between my ass cheeks and followed the path down to the juncture of my thighs, turning my brain to mush.

  “Yes, but—”

  My words were lost in mid-sentence when he delved two fingers into my tight pussy, stroking me into submission.

  “But what?” he murmured against my skin, suckling along my collarbone while pulsing in and out of my wet cunt.

  I was rapidly losing control of my senses as I wrapped my arms around his neck against my better judgment and threaded my fingers in his hair, pulling his face toward mine. Just a little taste. Then I’d get back to interrogating him. I licked along the surface of his lips and plunged inside his mouth for a soul-searching kiss. Pliable, warm and…loving.

  “I taste surrender and it’s oh, so sweet,” he said, pulling back with a wicked smile playing on his lips.

  “Tell me now why you were there,” I begged quietly.

  Gazing deep into my eyes, he nodded. “But not until after I lick every inch of your body.” He walked me backward to the bed and pushed me down until I laid flat on my back. “And it starts with me stripping you bare.”

  Oh, how I wanted him to strip me naked after three hellish days away from him. He had agreed to discuss the matter later, and I trusted him to keep his promise after he ravished my body.

  “What are you waiting for, then?”

  His eyes glittered with triumph as he settled between my thighs. Tugging on the pink satin ties of my panties with his teeth, he released the bow on the left side. Candlelight flickered and danced over his skin as he hovered over me, mesmerizing in his intensity. He nudged the tie apart and nuzzled my hip, breathing in my scent.

  “Mmmm…jasmine.” He moaned. “I’ll always think of you whenever I smell it.” Taking his sweet time, he trailed wet kisses across my belly, chuckling while I squirmed and buried my fingers in his hair. He clenched the right satin tie between his teeth and inched his head backward. The loop of the bow disappeared. My breathing became shallow as his tongue slipped under the tie and he wrestled it free. At last. His hot mouth was one tug of velvet away from devouring my dripping pussy. My clit throbbed in anticipation of his touch.

  “Velvet cheetah panties are my new favorite,” he said with a hoarse groan.

  My belly trembled with a giggle and he gazed up, returning my grin with one of his own.

  “You’re a sexy hellcat in those faux kitty ears,” he said, waggling his eyebrows. “Of course the riding crop and sky high heels don’t hurt.”

  Fighting to contain my laughter, I gazed at him in challenge. “You might not think so after you feel the sting of my crop on your bare ass.”

  “Seriously,” he whispered, running his finger across the velvety panties covering my mound. “I’m not sure you can top these.”

  I lifted my pussy closer to his lips. He nipped at my clit through the fabric and blew out a hot breath.

  “Is that a challenge?” I asked, my voice breathy as I gyrated my hips.

  “No one has ever made a seductive game out of my obsession with lingerie. You’re full of surprises both in and out of the bedroom, and I plan to possess every inch of you. So, yes, it’s definitely a challenge,” he replied with a warm chuckle, sliding his right hand along the curve of my waist to my chest, gripping my tit firmly. His thumb looped around a thin chain and he yanked on it, displacing the pasty and pinching my taut nipple.

  I gasped in pleasure and sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, luxuriating in the sweet torture of his touch. The top of my panties dipped lower with the subtle movement and he brushed it away with his chin, exposing the pink bud of my sex, beckoning him closer. Cum dripped from my cunt and he dipped his face to the folds of my pussy, twirling his tongue around the engorged flesh to lap up the juices.

  “You taste so fucking delicious.”

  He growled and sucked my clit into his mouth over and over again, as if trying to memorize the silky texture. The noises that fluttered from his throat while he ate pussy drove me wild and I bucked with rapt pleasure. There was no way he was getting away until cum was all over his face and I was screaming his name at the top of my lungs.

  “Oh, fuck me,” I cried out, my fingers tangled in his hair and tugging hard as I screamed. “Damon, please.”

  He lapped harder and I lost control. My legs squeezed the sides of his head as I reached for the stars, exploding like a comet. Damon never held back and I fucking loved that he rode the wave of ecstasy with me.

  “You’re so responsive, baby.” He rasped, kissing my inner thighs. “I love that about you.”

  His words warmed my heart as he ran his hands softly over my belly, letting me come down slowly from my high. His cock was hard as steel against my leg and I couldn’t wait for him to pound his dick in me hard and fast. But I needed to recuperate before I’d be able to come again.

  Damon drew away and stood at the foot of my bed, drinking in my relaxed pose while he stroked his engorged cock. He was so beautiful with his hair tousled from my fingers and his eyes at half-mast. I crooked a finger at him but he shook his head and leaned down to pick up my discarded crop. The leather strips on the end were long and made an impressive snapping sound as he flicked them hard against his thigh, testing it before carrying out whatever he had in mind.

  “Wish I had my camera handy,” I said as I leaned up on my elbows to stare at him. “You look scorching hot right now.”

  He licked his lips and gave me a wicked smile. “Turn over, baby.”

  I lifted one eyebrow but complied, turning over quickly and grabbing my pantie
s before wadding them into a ball and tossing them onto the side table. He walked slowly to the side of the bed, trailing the leather strips of the crop up my calves until they rested on my bare ass. My buttocks twitched and I caught sight of his cock bouncing in reaction.

  “You’ve been a naughty girl,” he said, leaning over and rubbing his palm across my bottom. “You have a gorgeous, muscular ass.” He smacked my bottom without much thought and I squealed with delight. Blood rushed to the surface of my skin and my belly filled with a warm glow of excitement.

  “No more changing in public in the locker room,” Damon said, dipping his finger between my buttocks until he paused at the entrance to my wet cunt. I was soaked and a husky moan rumbled through me when he slipped his fingers inside. God, I wanted him to fuck me long and hard. But something told me I wouldn’t get what I wanted until I agreed with his demands.

  He pulled his finger out and rubbed my clit in deliciously slow circles. I spread my thighs to offer him better access. A second finger slipped into my tight cunt and he pushed inside with several quick thrusts until my juices covered every inch of his fingers. My breath was coming out in soft pants now. He stopped and kneeled beside me.

  “Don’t stop,” I begged, my eyes shooting open and pleading with him.

  He whipped my ass with the crop this time and I shuddered with pleasure while he rubbed the warm spot, massaging the tender flesh. “Promise me, Samantha. Where will you dress from now on?”

  “In the changing booth,” I said with a laugh. His eyes darkened and I lifted myself up on hands and knees, tossing my hair to one side as I raked his naked body with my heated stare. “I already agreed to your demands while we were in the car, you control freak. Now get behind me and ride me hard. Fast. Dig your fingers into my hips and don’t let go. God, I missed you.”