Page 46 of Sinful Sacrifice

My eyes widen.

Just like with everything Damien-related, this behavior shouldn’t turn me on. But it does.

“Certainly, sir,” Tony says with a slight stutter before scurrying away from the table.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I tell Damien before taking a sip of water, hoping to wash down the excitement between my legs.

“Yes, I did.” Damien levels his stare at me as if he’s giving me life-changing advice. “Always demand respect, Pippa.”

“I didn’t mean to order the most expensive wine. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care how much anything is you order.” He skims his finger along the rim of his glass. “I wanted to know your drink of choice.”

“Honestly, that isn’t it. I just didn’t know what else to say. I’m more of a cheap-wine girl.”

“You could be a chocolate-milk girl for all I care. I want to make sure my home is stocked with the things you like. I think it’s time we have some sleepovers at my place.”

My heart thuds. For a man considered so dangerous, Damien makes me feel safe, adored, special.

Tony returns with the wine and presents the bottle to me as if he were a game-show host revealing a prize. “Would you like a sampling first?”

I peer at Damien, but he only provides me with a you’re the boss expression.

“No, you can go ahead and pour.”

Tony fills my glass first, then Damien’s, and we order.

Once Tony is gone, Damien dips his fingers into his wine—the same digits that were inside me in the SUV—and swirls them in the glass. I watch the liquid swish around the rim and swallow his fingers.

He drags his fingers from the glass, sticks them in his mouth, sucks hard, and groans. “Now, this might be my favorite drink of all time. Pippa’s cum mixed with alcohol. A fucking delicacy.”

Blushing, I rub my thighs together, trying to alleviate the tingling between my legs. “Your dirty mouth …”

“Loves doing dirty things to your pussy,” he finishes for me before reaching forward and dragging those same fingers over my lips. “Open.”

I do as he said, too modest to look anywhere else but him. Everyone’s eyes could be on us, and I wouldn’t know. He slides his fingers into my mouth for only a brief second before pulling back.

He straightens himself in his chair, as if completing his goal of making me hornier for him. “How was your spa day?”

“Amazing,” I say, swallowing our taste and relaxing my shoulders.

“Schedule yourself for one monthly, then. Tell them to bill me.”

My mouth drops open. “Are you serious?”

“Unless there’s another spa you’d like to go to? I can arrange that as well.”

“No, I mean, like, are you serious to paying for that again? That place is crazy expensive.”

He grabs his wineglass. “And?”

“And it’s crazy expensive.” I stress the last two words as if he’s not understanding.

“Did it make you feel spoiled?”

“Well, yes.”

“Then, I don’t care how crazy expensive it is. Schedule yourself a day. If you don’t, I’ll have Genesis and Darcy kidnap you again.” He takes a long swig of wine. “Besides the spa, did you do anything else?”

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