Page 38 of Aine

“I’m not attracted to you,” I say.

Damien’s a good-looking man, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction. Besides, his shitty attitude outweighs any sort of attraction I may have for him. He stills as my words make their way to his brain, his grip on me tightening slightly.

“So?” He snorts, mocking me. “I’m offering to make you feel good. Is that too much for your sensitive little heart?”

I feel the familiar tingles of a challenge build inside me at his taunting and grow warm with anger. Given his humiliating accusations regarding my arousal when we went to dinner together, he probably thinks he’s going to turn me into putty. This is just a game for him.

He wants me to be some obsessed little puppet.

I’ll show him just how little he affects me.

Refusing to let him win, I grab the fabric of my shorts and tug them down my legs.Damien frowns as he takes in the full view of my reddened skin but doesn’t comment on it as I grab his hand and bring it between my legs.

He smiles, his pupils returning to their normal state as he pushes my underwear partway down. I shut my eyes, determined not to let him win this. He can make me feel good all he wants, but he won’t get the satisfaction of hearing or seeing my enjoyment.

His touch is light as he grazes his fingertips over my clit, and I hold in a gasp as he lowers his hand and slips a finger into me. He eases it back and forth, and I remind myself this means nothing as he slides in another.

“Did you like calling my bluff?” he teases, his fingers picking up the pace as he rubs his thumb across my clit.

I clench my hands into fists before moving them to his shoulders, gripping the muscle as he begins to properly fuck me with his fingers. He licks his lips and leans in as I wiggle against him but doesn’t put his mouth on me.

I wonder what he’d do if I were to grab his head and pull it between my thighs, but I resist the temptation and settle for hooking my leg over his shoulder instead. A low moan slips from his throat as he turns and kisses my knee, his lips soft against the burn. He mumbles something into my skin, but I can’t make it out as he crooks his fingers upward and quickens his motions with his thumb.

He knows exactly where to touch, but I remain strong and refuse to let him see just how much he’s affecting me.

“Right there.” I gasp as I feel my orgasm start to build.

I look at him just as he turns and hides a smile in the bend of my knee and throw my head back once more. My hips move on their own accord, matching the motions of his fingers until the pleasure peaks.

“Damien!” I shout, grabbing the seat of the chair as I ride my high.

He moans at my use of his name and continues to finger me until I’m shivering and pulling away, too sensitive for touch. Even still he remains between my thighs, his fingers trailing the line of my burn.

“I thought you’d be more of a prude.” He laughs, standing.

I can see the outline of his hard length through the material of his pants and watch as he shamelessly pulls it into the waistband. He grunts as his hand closes around himself, but it doesn’t linger.

My smirk falls as embarrassment floods my system. I thought he’d ask me to return the favor and I could reject him. Instead, he’s laughing at me.

While I know I’m not a prude, this was definitely out of my comfort zone and it wouldn’t kill him to show a sprinkle of kindness. I scramble to get my clothes back on. My thighs burn as I slide the material up them, but I don’t care. I deserve a bit of hurt after being so stupid.

I wipe at my cheeks, angry with myself.

“Why are you crying?” Damien snaps, bending in an attempt to see my face.

I shrug, refusing to humiliate myself further by explaining my thoughts and feelings to him.

“Can I have your blood?” I ask, avoiding his question. “I’m tired of getting burnt.”

I can’t see Damien’s reaction, but I imagine he doesn’t look happy. The room is silent and tense before he lets out a sigh.

“Fine.”

Despite the win, my eyes continue to water as I open his office door and leave. Olivia’s sitting behind her desk, and as she turns to face me, I can’t help but laugh.

“This must be quite the view,” I joke, wiping at my cheeks. “Two human women crying outside Damien’s door after being rejected.”

Her eyes widen before she shakes her head in a panic.

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