Page 74 of Master of My Heart

“He’s making you do things you don’t necessarily want to do because he knows something or has something, right?”

Her eyes filled with tears. “What does he make you do?” She could almost feel his pain.

Damian looked away, looking ashamed. “I’d rather not say.”

Sabrina reached out to put her hand on his. “I know how you feel,” she said, her voice cracking.

He looked back at her and squeezed her hand. “Maybe we can somehow help each other through it?” His eyes were so full of hope, it hurt her heart.

She nodded. “That would be nice.”

*****

After they finished eating, Damian had his driver take them to her apartment. He rode up the elevator with her and walked her to the door.

“Thank you for dinner,” she said sincerely. “I had a really good time.”

Damian grinned. “I did, as well. I’m glad you bumped into me at the party.”

She smiled. “It did turn out to be a good thing, didn’t it?”

“It did.” He smiled at her, his eyes intense. “Do you mind if I kiss you?” he asked, his voice soft.

When she left the party, she’d resigned herself to doing as he’d asked. Now that she knew Aiden had a hold on both of them, she wanted to be with him. Maybe they could comfort each other. A thrill ran through her body. “Not at all,” she whispered.

He slid his hand around her waist and pulled her close. His eyes darkened as he bent down and slowly, gently, pressed his lips to hers. His other arm wrapped around her and she slid her arms around his neck. His tongue darted out, teasing her lips apart. He nipped her bottom lip and she gasped against his mouth at the slight pain. It sparked desire deep inside her belly and she pressed her hips against his. He groaned and pinned her against the wall.

He pressed his mouth firmly against hers, tongue now invading her mouth. She moaned against him. One hand moved down to her rear, the other up her side, brushing the side of her breast. She moaned again, his touch fanning the spark of desire into flames as he caressed the outside of her breast with his thumb.

She ran her hands down his back and pulled him toward her. Her body was on fire. Her pussy tingled with want.

He kissed down her neck, and she tilted her head to allow him better access.

“Am I being too forward?” he whispered, biting her earlobe, which shot blood straight to her pussy. His hand slid down to her ass and he yanked her against himself.

“No,” she moaned as he bit her earlobe again. He kissed down her chest to the tops of her breasts and cupped one, pushing it up while pulling her dress down slightly with his thumb. Oh, so close to being able to take her nipple into his mouth!

“Let’s go inside,” he whispered, pulling away. “Your neighbors don’t need a show.”

Sabrina nodded and unlocked the door with trembling hands. Once inside, she took his hand to lead him to her bedroom, but he shook his head. “I don’t want to take you to bed. Yet,” he added with a wicked grin. He kissed her hard, backing her up until she was against the door. “But I wanted a little bit of privacy to go a bit further.”

He reached behind her and unzipped her dress, just enough so he could pull the straps off her shoulders, then bent and started kissing the tops of her breasts again. Lower... lower... lower... until he reached the very edge of her areola. She moaned softly and arched her back toward him, wanting his mouth on her. He chuckled and pulled her dress lower, his mouth following, until her nipple was exposed to the cool air of the room.

She gasped as he licked it gently. Again. And again. She pushed her breast toward him. He grabbed her hands with one hand, anchoring them behind her back. He pulled her dress down with the other hand, exposing her breasts.

“Beautiful,” he whispered and licked the tip of the other breast... over and over.

Her nipples felt as hard as rocks. His tongue danced at the tip and she whimpered and wiggled, trying to get him to take it into his mouth.

“You want more?” he asked in a husky voice.

“Uh-huh,” she whispered.

He knelt in front of her, still holding her hands behind her with one hand, and stroked her thigh with his other. His thumb ran along her inner thigh. She stepped her legs apart as he stroked higher and higher. He pushed her dress up above her hips, exposing her thong. He grinned and kissed her thigh, traveling up, up, up, until he reached the junction of her thigh and pussy.

“You smell delicious,” he growled and kissed her clit gently over her thong.

“Oh God,” she moaned, stepping her legs farther apart, wanting more. Wanting his mouth on her.

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