Page 121 of Sinful Sacrifice

The nerve of this man.

Swear to God.

“Over my dead body.” I swat at his hand, creating more distance between us. “If you ever think I’ll allow a married man to touch me, you’re highly mistaken.”

“I’m not married, my sweet dancer.”

“Do I really need to make the correction that you’re engaged? You know I’d never get involved with a married man—history or not. I have morals, unlike you, it seems.”

“Since that first day you danced for me in your apartment, you’re the only woman I’ve touched.” A sly expression crosses his face. “Let’s not act like you haven’t let me touch you since we’ve broken up either. Who do you call when you’re lonely at night, Pippa?”

I hate that I shudder.

That he’s using my body against me.

Ugh.

“That stops now.” I point toward the floor and gasp when he presses my back against the wall. There’s not even a second to push him away before he crowds me, rubbing me between my legs.

Goddd.

Why does he do this to me?

“I haven’t touched your cousin once,” he says, making small circles against my clit. “No woman will ever make me crazy like you.”

I give him another second of touching me.

Of making me feel good.

Which is stupid, considering the longer he touches me, the more worked up I become.

A moan leaving my lips snaps me back into reality.

I shove him away. “Don’t act like you won’t fuck her after you marry.” I swipe the sliver of space between us. “This is over, Damien. We’re done.”

“I hate it when lies leave your pretty little mouth.” He traces my lips with his finger. “Speaking of mouths, remember all the ways I made you come with mine?” He grins when chills run over my body.

It’s time to strike.

To ruin this mood.

And if there’s anything I know that’ll piss Damien off, it’s what I’m about to tell him.

“This might be the time I tell you I’m also getting married.”

And, yes, I was right.

He winces, as if I delivered the hardest slap he’d ever felt and jerks back. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh, Cernach didn’t tell you? He also put me on the market.” I tap his chest condescendingly. “To our future nuptials. Maybe we can honeymoon together.”

His entire demeanor changes.

He’s now all business.

“Marrying who?” he bites out.

“Some guy. I don’t know.” I shrug.

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