-Damon, I have a problem, I entered without knocking on his office.
I examine the room more closely and I see two more men whom I don't know.
-I'm sorry, I didn't know...
-Let's reschedule the meeting in 20 minutes, Damon informs the other two people.
I don't know if I'm crazy or not, but I think I felt my heart pounding in my chest at the thought that he canceled something to talk to me.
After Damon puts the phone back on the table, a bodyguard makes his presence in the office.
-Taylor, take the guests to the living room and make sure some snacks are prepared for them.
After I'm left alone with Damon, he signals me to sit in the chair in front of his desk.
-I didn't mean to disturb you, I'm sorry...
-You're not bothering me, don't apologize! Tell me what happened," he says, lighting a cigarette.
-My father called. He was panicked that I didn't answer him these days and told me to visit him soon. He has something urgent to talk to me about.
-Good, talk to him and tell him you'll be there tomorrow evening.
-What do you mean tomorrow?
-I've finished my work here, we need to go back and pretend we're together, otherwise we'll raise suspicion.
-When will we no longer need to pretend?
-When you fall in love with me, he says, relaxed.
-Damon, I really don't want to pretend my whole life.
-Is being in a relationship with me really that uncomfortable? Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your place?
-I really don't care. This, I gesture between us, shouldn't happen.
-Princess, are you afraid you'll fall in love with me?
-Dream on it.
Damon puts out his half-smoked cigarette and leans over the desk. I try to pull my chair back, but he blocks me, placing his hands on the chair's armrests.
-Wanna bet you won't be so tough when I'm inside you!?
-We don't need to bet because it's not going to happen, I try to confront him. But his eyes seem to pull me into an abyss of sins, only when I look into them.
-I assure you it will happen, and it won't be long until then.
-I don't want to be anyone's adventure.
-Oh, darling, I assure you you won't be. I don't like to share.
-I'm leaving now, I've already told you what I had to say, I barely manage to stand up from the chair when I'm pushed down on the desk.
-I've been wanting to taste you for so long, he asks, running his tongue over his lips.
He spreads my legs and positions himself between them, lifting the skirt that used to reach just above my knees.
-It's not right, I stutter, trying to formulate a believable sentence.
-Were you never curious about the taste of my lips? Oh, but you were, he says.
-N-no.
-Then why were you touching my lips with your finger this morning?
-H-how do you know that, I stutter embarrassed.
-I know everything, darling, he says with his lips glued to mine.
Without realizing it, I'm drawn into an animalistic kiss that I struggle not to respond to.
Frustrated that I don't respond to the kiss, he bites my lip, letting out a sigh between my lips when his tongue enters my mouth. Slowly, I give in, letting myself be carried away by a sinful kiss.
I feel his hands under my skirt, but he continues the kiss, not even letting me breathe. Without realizing it, he manages to take off my panties. I try to pull away from the kiss, but he doesn't let go.
-I promise I won't do anything you don't want, he says.
I don't respond, but I let him continue, as he leaves me thirsty for something unknown. He lays me on the desk, getting into the most advantageous position for him and the most disadvantageous for me, because I know from now on I won't be able to resist.
I feel his wet tongue exploring my thighs, heading towards my femininity. His caresses send shivers of pleasure through my whole body, but they fade away when he stops.
-Now, he says huskily but with an excited look, what do you want me to do?
-C-continue, I stutter impatiently.
-What do you want to continue? he asks with a devilish smile.
-Damon, please...
He doesn't even let me continue because I already feel his wet and hot tongue penetrating my walls. I feel a wave of pleasure about to come.
-Damon, I moan his name softly.
-Let go, he orders me.
I feel as if a wave of pleasure has passed over me, but I'm brought back to reality when Damon pulls me to his chest.
-And when you think that I can offer you more than this.
-It's wrong.
-Keep telling yourself that, but I know you won't believe it.
-Damon, I don't want this to happen again, I see his face drop when I tell him that, but he resumes his alpha figure.
-Too bad, but I can't promise you anything.
-Damon, please...
-You're begging me what, he asks exasperated. Are you begging me to let you go after you've tasted me? Well, find out that it won't happen. You, Elenor, are mine, he says, looking into my eyes. I want you even more than I had you today, and tomorrow I'll want you more than I'll have you tonight.
