Page 156 of Sinful Sacrifice

My body feels lighter when he presses a kiss to my forehead. I turn, starting to leave, but then come to a halt and swing around. “But first, I need to brush my teeth.”

A flicker of a smile hits his lips. “Go right ahead.”

He undresses and slips into the shower while I brush. Joining him crosses my mind, but just like grilling him with questions, I refrain. Our shared showers are never simple. Damien always commits to pleasuring me into multiple orgasms and sometimes thinks I’m a damn gymnast in the different positions he manages to put us in. He needs a mental and physical break.

He isn’t one of those men who can relax and let me pleasure him. He wants to do ninety percent of the pleasuring and saves only ten percent for himself.

After brushing my teeth, I climb into bed but am wide awake. Not too long after, a shirtless Damien crawls into bed and wraps me tight in his arms.

For so long, I wasn’t sure if this would ever happen again.

Now, it’s perfect, and I won’t ever let us go.

I missed the comfort of being in bed next to Damien. As I turn on my side, Damien is propped up, back against the headboard, and on his phone.

“Good morning,” I say around a long yawn.

He lowers his phone. “Good morning, baby.”

I scoot closer to him, the soft sheets sliding against my skin. Damien raises his arm, nestling me close as I cuddle closer.

“Is this allowed?” I gesture back and forth between us.

He runs his fingers through my tangled hair. “You in my arms is always allowed.”

“But what about Riona … you and she …” My voice trails off, my mouth dry.

“We’re done.” He abruptly holds up his finger. “Not that we were anything before.”

I hate that I’m about to ruin the start of a good morning. “Cernach might be dead, but there’s still a contract, Damien.”

How does he not realize this?

He works out a tangle in my hair. “Riona demanded you and I marry to fulfill the Koglin-Lombardi agreement.”

I blink up at him. “Wait, what?”

“Riona is the boss of the Koglin family, and she needs to focus on that, not marriage,” he says matter-of-factly, as if he were Riona’s PR person. “She knew she couldn’t let me out of the deal without making herself look weak, so she told them she was forcing you to marry me instead.”

Ah, so the only way the Koglin men would agree is if some woman was forced into marriage.

I crawl out from under his hold to settle on my knees in front of him. My butt hits the back of my thighs as I stare at him in shock. “Are you serious?”

Circling his arm around my waist, he draws me onto his lap until I’m straddling him. “You’re officially mine.”

A fusion of emotions coils inside me.

This is everything I’ve wanted.

Yet it’s been arranged how I didn’t want—a contract.

But even so, the contract won’t benefit Cernach’s dead ass now.

I run my palms up his bare chest. “I know I said I never wanted to be contracted into a marriage, but I’ll make this exception for you.”

He grabs one of my wrists, raises it from his chest, and smacks a soft kiss to my palm. “Good, because I’m fucking you right now, and then we’re going to the courthouse to make you my wife.”

“What?” I stutter.

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