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He clears his throat “It appears that whoever broke into your suite took intioes a bit pink and he makes a point not to look at me “There may be more, of course, but …”

Daid with fury As for h or cry I think the laughing in, but I’m not sure if that’s humor or hysterics

No one speaks as we return to the roos have been stacked neatly The order doesn’t lessen the feeling of having been violated

“How did this happen?” Damien says, his words sharp and clipped I knohat he er who have joined us also understand the unspoken part of Daet into our room in a hotel of this caliber with the kind of security that Damien demands when he travels

“I assure you, Mr Stark, ill be interviewing staff throughout the night, and will have answers for you by ”

By , I am certain, our underill be all over eBay I catch Damien’s eye and see that his expression mirrors my own Fuck

“In thethat you require—”

“Privacy,” Dah to know that now is the tiet the hell out of there

Daer and his staff leave The perfect embodiment of a wealthybeneath, and as soon as the elevator doors have closed behind them, Damien picks up a decorative etable

As it breaks apart, I release a breath I have been holding I do not begrudge hier On the contrary, I want to toss a bowl myself Except I don’t Not really What I want is to fall to the ground What I want is to grasp one of those shards What I iainst flesh—and dairl And yet there it is, laid cold and harsh all because the paparazzi are fucking with us and Sofia is a stone-cold bitch

“No”

Dah a tunnel It starts far away and then it is right besidestill, a bit shell-shocked, and suddenly his hands are on ainst the wall and his mouth is on mine

One hand slides between h the

Wild

And I am just as wild as Damien

I yank ers thrust deep inside ht on ht that it is not just trails of pleasure that shoot from my breast all the way down to my clit, but pain, white-hot and familiar

Damn me, I want more I want it hard I want to spin off into an away place—and I want Da me back

Daain control

And I need—god help et centered

“Yes,” I say, and that one word is like a trigger I feel his hten, both with need and with trepidation