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I should walk away before this goes any further.

But I don’t want to.

Not tonight.

I tilt my head back, meeting his gaze. His stormy gray eyes are locked onto mine, his pupils blown wide, his chest rising and falling with every heavy breath.

If I asked him to stop, he would.

If I told him to take me home, he’d drive me back without a second thought.

But that’s not what I want.

I lick my lips, my pulse a steady drum in my ears.

“Take me to your place,” I whisper.

Damien stills.

His grip on my waist tightens.

For a second, he doesn’t say anything.

He just watches me, his gaze searching, intense.

Then—

His jaw tics.

His hands slide from my waist to my thighs, his fingers pressing into my bare skin.

Then, finally?—

A low, dark growl.

“Put your seat belt on, printsessa.”

And just like that, the engine roars to life.

16

DAMIEN

The elevator opens directlyinto my penthouse, and Sasha’s eyes widen the moment we step inside. She pauses in the entryway, gazing around like she’s trying to piece together who I am based on the space around her.

I’ve never wondered what someone would think walking into my home for the first time—never cared enough. But suddenly, with Sasha here, her bright eyes scanning every corner, I see it through her perspective.

Expansive floor-to-ceiling windows dominate the far wall, the city skyline sparkling like scattered diamonds against the velvet-black sky. The apartment itself is minimalist but luxurious—dark hardwood floors, black leather sofas, a marble fireplace, and tasteful abstract art hanging precisely where my interior designer suggested.

Everything orderly.

And then there’s Sasha—wild hair, flushed cheeks, red dress slightly rumpled, sneakers still firmly on her feet. She doesn’t belong here.

But, fuck, I want her here anyway.

She glances at me, her lips curving in a shy smile as she moves further inside. Her gaze lingers on the view.

“Wow,” she murmurs. “This place is…”

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