Page 43 of Sinful Sacrifice

Augusto salutes him. “You got it.”

Damien reaches forward and pushes a button. A black panel rises, creating a privacy barrier between us and Augusto.

“Is it weird for me to say I’ve missed you even though we don’t know each other that well?” I ask.

“Not weird at all since I missed you like fucking crazy.” He turns to face me, and I close my eyes as he runs his hand over my face. “You’re like my goddamn Xanax when I’m having a stressful day.”

“Hmm, I think it’s time I refill that script for you.”

If there’s a scale for cheesy lines, that might proclaim the top spot.

He runs his fingers along the necklace, sliding beneath it, and traces my collarbone. “Do you like it?”

A rush of tingles cascades through my veins.

I slip my hand under the necklace, pressing it against his and intertwining our fingers. “I love it and how it represents us both, making us come as one together.”

He spreads his fingers open, running them along my chest. “I love when we come as one together.”

My breathing quickens, and I’m rubbing my thighs together when he leans in and whispers, “Your pussy is wet, isn’t it?” His hand slowly travels under my dress, brushing my thigh. “It wants my mouth on it, doesn’t it, baby?”

Oh my freaking Godddd.

This man and his mouth.

He’s really driving that mouth point hard.

It’s a struggle to hide my smile as I nod.

He leans in close, his mouth only inches from mine. “We’ll have a nice dinner, and then I’ll have you for dessert.”

My throat tightens as I gulp, and I nod again.

It’s the only reaction I can manage at the moment.

Otherwise, we won’t make it to dinner. I’m tempted to straddle him right now.

Who is this woman?

I’ve never been so desperate for a man’s touch.

Never thought about riding his cock in a back seat.

“I can tell Augusto to take a trip around the block,” Damien says, flicking his tongue along the seam of my lips, reading my mind. “I’ll finger-fuck you until you come on my hand, and then we’ll enjoy a nice dinner.” He turns my head and sucks on my neck.

I shudder, blowing out a series of breaths.

I do want that.

Gripping his shoulders, I crawl onto his lap. Just as I settle myself, the Escalade stops. I peer out the tinted window, seeing we’ve arrived at L’ultima Cena. A large body of people is crowded around the door.

Damien caresses my cheek with his knuckle. “I can tell him to keep going.”

“No, it’s fine.” I tip my head forward. “We’re here, and people are staring.”

“They can’t see in.”

He pushes my panties to the side and plunges his fingers inside me. I rise some on my knees, allowing him a better angle, and shove my face into his neck to cover my moans.

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