Page 63 of Pleasure Payback

Thick silence fell between us but Damian’s hand didn’t stop caressing my hip. ‘Nothing to stop you now, is there?’ he finally murmured.

I searched a little desperately for that well of bitterness I was used to tapping into. I only got dregs. ‘I guess not,’ I replied.

And when he spread his fingers in my hair I eased my head back, didn’t stop him as he lowered his lips to mine.

After a thoroughly decadent kiss, he rose from the bed. ‘First champagne, then the next fantasy.’

Something kicked hard inside me. ‘There’s more than one?’

He looked over his shoulder as he crossed the room, gloriously, mouth-wateringly naked, to retrieve the chilling champagne. ‘There are three. The final one is not till tomorrow afternoon, though.’

‘Do I get to find out what it is?’

He returned with the drinks and passed me one. ‘Nope.’

I mock-frowned. ‘What will I do with myself for the rest of the time?’

‘Relax. Unwind. Fuck me.’

And then what?

The question hit me hard. Enough that my hands shook. Enough that I dipped my head and avoided his piercing gaze as he slid back into bed.

‘Neve—’

‘Do I need a different outfit for the next fantasy?’ I asked hurriedly before he could probe my unguarded moment.

‘Not if you don’t want to.’

I sipped my drink. ‘Hmm...intriguing.’

His gaze moved over me, lingering on my breasts. As I watched, he dipped his fingers into his glass, then held his wet fingers over one nipple until a fat drop of champagne dripped onto my puckered flesh.

At my gasp, he smiled, then swooped down to tug my nipple into his mouth.

‘If you like, we can just stay here, do more of this?’ he muttered as he repeated the decadent action with my other nipple.

‘Shame to let the twins’ hard work go to waste, don’t you think?’ I managed through a lust haze. But the part of me that was terrified I was addicted to Damian needed a little distance.

He swirled his tongue around my nipple one last time, then reluctantly pulled away. He tugged up his boxers and trousers but held out his shirt to me. Sliding off the bed, I shrugged it on, unable to help myself from inhaling his scent as he did up a few buttons. My stockings and garter had stayed on during the undressing and I felt decadently sexy as he caught my hand in his and led me downstairs.

Halfway down the hallway, he stopped before a set of double doors. The grin he threw me was downright boyish, giving me a glimpse of a Damian Mortimer free of the demons snapping at his heels.

The deep yearning to slay those demons, to restore whatever had been taken from him, struck me harder than the question I’d asked myself minutes ago.

So I was in a semi-daze when I walked into the room. Filled with life-size posters and memorabilia of David Bowie.

‘Oh, my God.’

Damian laughed, hit a button and disco lights strobed into the room as the thumping beats of ‘Let’s Dance’ pounded.

He caught me around the waist, twirled me around, then began to move.

Later, I would recognise that I fell in love with him in that moment, with unfettered delight in his eyes, killer moves to make a girl swoon and his hands reaching out to me. Time ceased to exist as we danced, fucked and danced some more.

As I ignored the ache in my feet and the building terror in my heart and gave myself to Damian in every way I could imagine.

When he swung me into his arms and carried me to his bedroom beneath the east turret, I wanted to scream my happiness to the world. Instead, I slid into bed with him and let him wrap me in his arms.

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