Page 330 of Master of My Life

He nodded toward the center of the room. “You want me to fuck you in front of all these people?”

“They aren’t paying attention.”

“They might.”

She rolled her eyes. “They’re too busy with what they’re doing.”

He flashed a wicked grin. “What if they stop and watch?”

She gasped as he slid his cock against her, stopping at her entrance. She wiggled her hips down,

but he pulled away. “Please, Damian . . .”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me . . .”

“Why?”

“I need you . . .” She grasped at his arms.

“Why?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Why are you playing hard to get?”

He chuckled. “I just want to make sure you want me.”

“Of course I want you. I need you.”

He closed his eyes and shifted his hips forward, slowly pressing into her, joining his body with

her own. She shivered and closed her eyes as he filled her so completely. He grasped her hands,

intertwining his fingers with hers as he settled deep inside her. She couldn’t move with his weight on

top of her. She didn’t want to.

He moved slowly, thrusting in and out, bringing her to the edge, and stopped. He gazed deeply

into her eyes. She blinked, not recognizing the face above her. “Damian?” She pushed against him but

he shook his head.

“No, Sabrina.”

“Damian, what . . .” She pushed against him again but froze when he frowned.

A deep, demonic hunger had replaced the passion in his eyes. “Sabrina.” His voice was deep.

Commanding.

Familiar.

Her heart lurched in her chest as recognition dawned. “No!” She fought and kicked, but once

again, like so many years ago, she was pinned down from inside of her own body.

Memories flooded into her mind of her first time with him, when he seemed to have such control

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