Page 36 of Aine

Good.

Damien’s eyes darken as he turns to Olivia, the hand on her belly tensing before sliding down her leg and pushing her knee to the side. Once more, his gaze locks with mine, watching my reaction as he trails his fingertips up her inner thigh.

I lick my lips as he pushes the hem of her skirt to her hips, exposing her underwear to the room. I shift in my seat, refusing to give in.

Olivia grunts as Damien grabs and holds her thigh, his fingertips just inches from her sex. He eyes her with a frown, his nostrils flaring and nose scrunching before he turns back to me.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stop?” he asks, clearly looking for an out.

I don’t give him one. “No.”

He huffs and glances at where his hands rest on her body. I expect him to move his fingers to her underwear, but instead, he releases her thigh altogether.Sucking in my cheeks, I watch as he grabs her shoulders and rips the straps of her top down. She lifts off the desk to help him, smoothly sliding her arms out of the fabric to expose her breasts.

Damien once more looks at me as he cups them. A shaky breath falls from my lips as I watch him roll her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, but I refuse to give in. He’s not going to get that satisfaction from me.

If he wants to go around acting like a whore, then he’s going to do it in front of me. I’m tired of giving him the upper hand.

Damien refuses to look away from me as he touches her, his lips twitching every time I re-adjust or tense.He looks to be fighting with himself as he releases her chest and waits again for me to ask him to stop. I don’t.

He adjusts his stance as he slides his hand down her abdomen, pausing once he reaches her belly button.

Damien gulps before turning to me for what feels like the thousandth time.

I raise a brow. Fuck him.

He slides his hand between her legs, pausing when he reaches his original position on her thigh. He makes no attempts to remove her underwear as he presses his thumb over the area where I’m assuming her clit is.

“I’ll keep going,” he threatens.

I shrug. “I’m sure you will.”

He looks toward the ceiling and moves his thumb in a small circle. Olivia’s hips twitch in response, the action causing Damien to frown as he uses his other hand to pin her to the table.

“Does this not upset you?” he eventually asks, the question directed toward me.

I shake my head, lying.

Olivia releases a choked moan as Damien continues to circle her clit, the noise causing Damien to return his gaze to the ceiling. I’d pay to know what’s going on in his head right now.

Without warning, she reaches out and grabs him, her fingers digging into the muscle on his bicep.I frown, my eyes narrowing in on her hands. Damien jerks away and pins her arms to the desk.

“Don’t touch me,” he orders.

He turns to me with wide eyes.

“She won’t touch me.”

His words sound like a promise, and I wonder why he’d even bother to make such assurances to me. A second later, he’s resuming his mindless stroking. Even with minimal effort, he still manages to have her a withering, moaning mess on the table.

My eyes slip shut as I resist the urge to get up and leave. What the fuck is happening right now? I just wanted some blood to stop my burning, and now I’ve somehow gotten myself into a dick measuring contest with the man I hate.

“Touch yourself,” Damien says to me, drawing my attention.

I watch as he lowers his gaze to my thighs and immediately shake my headno. That’s the absolute last thing I want right now. This isn’t doing anything for me, and Damien glares in my direction before stilling.Olivia wiggles, urging him to continue, but he ignores it.

“What the fuck do you want from me? You’ve got me rubbing my assistant while you sit two feet away watching,” he snaps, releasing Olivia altogether and stepping around his desk.

I stiffen, my pulse racing as he places himself between her and me.

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