Page 26 of Auctioned Surrender

“They won’t be able to make good on their threats. We’ve gotten through the worst, but we need to get a lock on this guy and still have a few things to wrap up.”

“Do you know what they threatened me with?”

His eyes go dark, and he releases my hands. As soon as he does, I miss his touch, the warmth that his fingers curled around mine brought, and that delicious little tingle.

He traces his fingertip along the side of my cheek and strokes downward gently until he reaches my lips. “Look at me, Doll,” Damian says, and at the sound of that velvety, commanding voice, my thighs press together with pent-up desire.

I swallow back the feeling of remorse that I ever mistrusted him and glance up slowly. His finger strokes underneath my chin, and he lifts my face, inch by inch, until his eyes capture mine with his own. “I didn’t know exactly what they threatened you with at the time, Bryanna, but I knew the type, and it wasn’t difficult to figure out that they were holding your family over your head.”

“They’re not going to stop.”

His eyes narrow. “You let me deal with this now. The worry of your family’s safety belongs to me, and you have my word that they will remain safe.”

I try to be strong and fight to hold back the tears of relief that threaten. He touches me with his finger, sending electric currents buzzing through my senses. “Look at me, Bryanna. No more secrets,” Damian says, stroking my chin and then tracing along the seam of my lips with his finger.

The tone of his authoritarian voice sends a stream of desire straight to my center, and his touch sends heat against the skin of my body, and it travels straight to my sex. I want to tell him how much I appreciate everything that he and his team are doing, say something profound, but I don’t quite know how to express the sheer gratitude that I’m feeling right now. “Thank you so much, Damian,” I say, swallowing as my voice cracks.

He gestures toward the bathroom with a nod. “Go get a shower, Doll. There’s a bathrobe behind the door that you can use. Make yourself at home, and meet me at the table for breakfast when you’re finished.”

Chapter 19

Damian

It is with extreme difficulty that I pull myself away from Bryanna’s gaze, making my way to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee and scrounge around in the refrigerator. The drive back into the city after ensuring we weren’t being followed last night was relatively quick and uneventful. While Bryanna slept most of the way home and straight through the night, I was up with intel to get a lock on these fuckers, in between just watching her breathe and restlessly tossing and turning all night long.

I pull out an oblong glass dish covered with aluminum foil, peek under its cover, and smile widely. Gaby, who’s more like a mother than a house manager to most of our team, never ceases to amaze us with her ability to keep everyone well stocked. She’s made my favorite, French toast casserole with peaches. I dish up two plates, heat them in the oven, and wash some fruit while the coffee brews. I’m just drizzling maple syrup over the warmed meal when the shower in the bathroom turns off.

I place breakfast on the table and pour two steaming cups of the coffee that Chase routinely has sent over from Brazil for himself and the entire team of security guards. I try to focus on something else, but it’s hard not to imagine how Bryanna looksdrying that lush little body of hers with one of my towels in the very next room.

I’d like to help her with that little task. I’d like to use my tongue to lick every single drop of water from her creamy and delectable skin. The door opens, and I push a quick hand against my cock in an attempt to rearrange, just before she pads into the small dining area of the VIP hotel suite wearing one of my t-shirts that just barely hits her thighs.

“Here, take a seat, and let’s eat something while it’s still warm,” I say, pulling out Bryanna’s chair while trying not to ogle the exposed, creamy skin of her toned thighs. Bryanna attempts to pull the t-shirt down as she gets situated. My glance falls to her dainty ankles and pink-colored toenails, which doesn’t help my cause even slightly, because now all I can think about is having her wrap those ankles around my neck as I nuzzle into her pussy.

“I didn’t add creamer yet. We have a variety and some flavored syrups, if you like,” I offer.

“Hmm. You wouldn’t happen to have vanilla, would you?” Bryanna’s pink tongue touches the tip of her lips, and her eyes sparkle with anticipation, making me hope to hell that Gaby’s stocked that particular flavor in the fridge.

“You’re in luck. Vanilla, mocha, and hazelnut are all options,” I say, placing the containers of creamer in front of her.

She pours some of the vanilla into her cup and then stirs it, then adds a little more.

I raise my eyebrows, and she grins at me. “Hmm, creamy heaven,” Bryanna says, and the thought of her drinking cream just sends me back to thoughts of her in my bed.

Bryanna inhales her concoction and murmurs her appreciation of the first sip. Her delighted smile makes me wish I could keep her blissfully tucked away from everything that is happening, but unfortunately we need information, and she maybe able to recall certain things that we would miss otherwise. “I need to get a few details about exactly how you were abducted. We can talk about it now or a little later, but it needs to be relatively soon,” I say gently, wishing I could get the information a different way, instead of making her relive things she may just as soon want to forget.

Her green eyes watch me intently for a moment, contemplating my question over her mug. “Would it be too presumptuous to ask if we can talk to my family before I go sharing all the details with you? I know you say they’re okay, and I do trust you, but… It’s just that they’re all I have in the world, Damian. I need to be sure.”

Bryanna’s face is so expressive. She’s embarrassed, thinks she’s hurting my feelings by asking, when in fact she couldn’t have pleased me more. She is an astute young lady, and as her security counsel I would have advised her to do that very thing.

I give her a bright smile. “I’m pretty sure that can be arranged. Let’s finish breakfast, get dressed, and then we’ll give them a call before we talk.”

Bryanna’s smile is infectious. She visibly relaxes and almost inhales her breakfast after that.

“Would you like some more?” I ask when she’s finished, reaching across the table to wipe a small dot of peach from her lips.

Her cheeks pinken a perfect rosy color at the intimate gesture. I lick the peach off my finger and delight in the way her pupils widen as she watches. She is absolutely perfect, so responsive, and I realize at this very moment that this is going to happen. Today may not be the day, but she and I are going to happen. The chemistry and sexual energy between us is too strong to ignore, and it has been that way long before our kiss.

“Damian.” She interrupts my thoughts, and I revert my attention back to her, aware I’ve missed half of her sentence.“Typical man! Did you even hear what I asked?” she huffs playfully.

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