Page 10 of The Perfect Deception

My legs wobble at his sweet words and Damien pushes me onto the bed. “How will I make you come first? Mouth? Fingers?”

“Both,” I answer on a moan.

“On the bed. Now.” His gaze is so dark it’s black and intense, so captivating that I can’t look away as I get on the bed, lie on my back and prop myself up on my elbows with a smile.

One thing I appreciate most about Damien is the passion he puts into everything he does, but especially the way he goes down on me. He teases me, licking me everywhere but where I need him most until my skin is on fire and goosebumps cover me because I’msoclosebut not there yet. “Damien,” I moan and curl my fingers into his thick hair.

He lets out low moans and growls as he devours me, as if I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. The best woman he’s ever had. Maybe ever loved.

“Yes!” His tongue dives inside, fucking me wickedly and I roll my hips to keep pace with him. “Damien.”

He pulls back with a devilish grin. “Say only my name until you come, Francesca.”

I nod and push my hips up toward his mouth.

He finds the spot that drives me crazy, and I grip his hair tighter, grinding on his face as much as he’s fucking me with his mouth. “Damien.” I love it. Holy fuck, do I love it. So much. “Damien.”

He growls out a moan and it vibrates through my entire body. God, I’ll never feel the same ever again.

“Yes, Damien! Oh, yes.” My eyes close and I’m floating in the stars. “Damien,” I moan as my orgasm starts to rise. His name falls from my lips like a prayer, and I can’t stop. I can’t find my voice. I have no words until my orgasm explodes from my body and I cry out, “Damien. Oh, Damien. God, I love you!”

The pleasure thrashes me around like I’m in the middle of an ocean during a storm. My body isn’t my own, it’s Damien’s. He owns me.

Mind, body and soul.

Completely.

It takes me a long time to come down from the powerful orgasm, but when I do, I realize what I said. I also realize Damien hasn’t said a word.

Fuck. Me.

I sit up and look down at his stunned face. “Should I apologize?” My heart is in my throat as I watch his face in search of any flicker of emotion, but Damien gives nothing away. “Damien?”

He snaps out of whatever has a hold of him and his gaze slides to mine, still blank. “No, you don’t need to apologize.”

Damien stands up and licks his lips, which should be hot, but he turns on his heels and disappears into the bathroom without a word.

I lay there feeling like shit.

Vulnerable and exposed and so fucking alone that I want to cry. But I’m a cop, a decorated homicide detective and I don’t cry over men.

Not even gorgeous billionaires who break my heart.

CHAPTER FIVE

Damien

I inhale deeply as I step out of the car, the crisp Los Angeles air filling my lungs. Refreshed and ready. The time away with Frankie was a strategic investment, and it’s already paying off.

She’s falling harder for me with every passing second. I can see it in the way she looks at me, feel it in the way she melts under my touch. The beautiful detective doesn’t stand a chance against my charms. Our bond grows stronger, tighter, like a noose around her slender neck.

And when the time comes to reveal my true self, to watch her world shatter into a million jagged pieces? I can already taste her devastation on my tongue, sweet and intoxicating.

I’m so close to having Frankie exactly where I want her. Helpless. Betrayed.Mine.But first, I need to smooth over my reaction to her little love confession. Those three words hit me like a sucker punch to the gut, leaving me reeling in a way I haven’t felt in decades.

Shocking, really. I can’t remember the last time someone said they loved me. Hell, I can barely conjure up the sound of Olivia’s voice from our childhood. But Frankie’s declaration ripped through me, dragging me back in time as repressed memories clawed their way to the surface.

Wait, I remember now. The last time I heard those words was from my mother’s lips, right before she and Dad left for their weekly date night. A night they never returned from because some worthless scumbags robbed and killed them in cold blood. Her love was the final flicker of warmth I felt before the ice consumed me.

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