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“It is settled then. I will see you next week. Damon will give you the details.” I cannot protest even if I wanted to, though I wouldn’t even know what I was protesting to, as he turns and leaves.

Shit. My eyes remain locked on Marcello’s retreating form until he disappears through the door Gavin holds open. The tension is thick as I look at Damon, his relaxed form doing nothing to calm me.

I take another sip of the champagne, my hand clutching the glass so tightly I am surprised I haven’t broken it. His eyes followevery movement, dipping down to my lips as the glass leaves them and following my tongue as it darts out to catch any excess.

His silent perusal of me makes me nervous, and I shift in my chair, squeezing my thighs together to stop the ache that constantly seems to be there around this man.

Air is in short supply, and I am starting to feel a bit dizzy. This is precisely what I read about in books—that ‘heady’ feeling.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Sienna?” The way he says my name, his voice so low and sensual, makes me visibly shiver, his brow arching up slightly, letting me know he has noticed. I stiffen, willing myself to be a statue. A statue that doesn’t give anything away.

“Yes?” I answer, not sure what response he is looking for.

“You don’t drink much. You’re tipsy. Don’t drink alcohol when I am not around.” It’s a statement. One that, for some reason, makes me laugh.

Who did he think he was? And why did it matter to him what I did when he wasn’t around? I estimate we are only a few years apart, and I wasn’t his daughter. The last thing I wanted was for him to see me as familial. This is exactly what I am thinking as his head tilts to the side, his eyebrow rising as he waits for me to agree.

“Yes, sir, Daddy Damon.” I give him my best salute as the words fall into the space between us.

Everything happens so quickly that I can’t register or react. My eyes take in the black material of his suit jacket, the back of it, confirming what I cannot believe. I am slung over his shoulder.

His long legs eat up the distance, and my face is ablaze with embarrassment. Gasps are heard as we walk past groups of people and probably staff. The direction we are heading in is clear. We are going to the restricted section, probably his office.

Scrap that. I look to the side, his office door passing us by as hecontinues, only to stop in front of one of the seven doors that have piqued my curiosity since starting here.

Door number one.

Chapter 7

Shadow

The door clicks shut behind us, and I place Sienna on her feet, her face red with embarrassment and excitement.

I swear to god, this woman will be the fucking end of me. My cock is hard as granite and about to ruin the zipper of my favorite suit.

Physically, it shouldn’t be able to get any fucking harder, but when those words came out of her mouth, my dick responded to its owner, swelling further.

Yes, sir, Daddy Damon.

It was the most uncomfortable erection I have had in my life, which is saying a lot. Since meeting my rainbow, my dick is in a constant state of readiness. I knew if something didn’t give, I would end up doing something stupid.

Case in point.

Here we were in room number one, the more reserved of the seven, but no doubt still shocking for her. The array of toys on the wall and the bench to her side are not a regular feature in most people's lives,cloistered by the mundane.

Sienna looks wide-eyed at me and then at her surrounding while I try and clamp down the desire to push her up against the wall and fuck her until she cannot even remember her existence before me. To destroy her and then piece her back together around me.

Inseparable.

Where every breath she takes is my breath, and every beat of her heart is mine. Is for me.

Until I am all that consumes her. So she can feel what it feels like. So she can live my sweet torture.

I was used to being the master in this scenario, but instead, I found myself the fucking slave to innocent green eyes and fiery red hair.

While this wasn’t how I saw her first introduction to the word of uninhibited sexual pleasure going, the moment those words left her mouth, it was game over.

Yes, sir, Daddy Damon.

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