Twice Claimed: Bound by the Billionaire

Chapter Seven

Sienna

“Good girl,” he praises me. “I’m going to learn everything that leaves you weak. You’re mine now, body and soul.” He kisses me again, kneading my breast, before letting me go.

I stand stunned at the sudden distance. Bereft.

“Go. Into the bedroom. Take everything off. Lie on the bed. Wait for me.”

I swallow again, then nod. And turn to follow his instructions.

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The bedroom is so still it almost hums. Moonlight slips between the half-drawn curtains, silvering the edges of furniture. Everything looks deliberate - dark wood, cool marble, a bed that seems carved from the silence.

The night air creates goosebumps on my bare skin. I lay naked, as Damian requested, on the silk bedspread. My heart hammers in my chest.

His words echo in my mind. Complex. Unorthodox. Dominant.

I run my fingers across the coverlet; it feels expensive, remote.

What have I gotten myself into?

I hear the hushed click of the door. Footsteps growing closer and closer. Then, finally, his voice: “Come here, Sienna.”

I sit up. Damian stands before me, wearing his dress pants and nothing else. His shoulders are broad, his chest and arms well-muscled.

I get to my feet and silently go to him.

His dark eyes survey me. “Beautiful.” His voice is husky. “Even more than I imagined.” He brushes a lock of hair out of my eyes. “I warned you that my tastes are somewhat unusual. I want to prepare you. Choose a word. Something simple and nonsexual.”

I take a breath and utter the first thing that pops into my head. “Bunny.”

The corner of his mouth tilts upward. “Bunny. You’ve chosen your safe word, my darling. Say it whenever it’s too much for you or you need a break. I’ll stop without fail.”

I can’t meet his gaze. I look to my left, toward the door.

A long, silent moment passes. Maybe two. And then:

“Sienna. Look at me.”

My heart’s in my throat as I once again meet his gaze.

Damian caresses my cheek. “You’re exquisite,” he whispers raggedly.

I take a deep breath. Whatever I had been expecting to hear.. It wasn’t that.

“I am a dominant, my bride. But that’s preference, not something I require. We’ll explore it more, in the future. As for tonight, I’ll mostly be gentle.” His head dips down as he brushes his lips along my neck, to my shoulder. His hand seeks out my breast, curving around it. Finding my n****e and tracing it with maddening slowness.

A soft moan escapes my throat. Nerves and caution abandon me as liquid fire pools low in my belly, into my extremities. I want him to keep touching me. I want to touch. I want more.

Damian’s head drops lower, his tongue tracing a path down my chest, lips grazing each breast. “Sweet,” he murmurs. “So sweet.” He takes my n****e into his mouth, lightly tugging it.

And his hand moves further down. Fingers entering my folds, finding my c**t.

I cry out as he tweaks and begins to massage it, his mouth suckling my n****e.

Unable to stop myself or reason, I reach out, touching his head, smoothing his dark hair.

“I enjoy your touch, but you’re being a very bad girl,” he growls. “You haven’t asked my permission. Ask, or you’ll be punished.”

The temptation his words and tone ignite are too electrifying to resist. I continue touching his hair, bringing my hand to his neck.

He grabs my wrist in a flash, and -

Smack.

He slaps my ass. The heat of his handprint burns.

“That’s a warning, my darling. If you can’t behave, you’re going to need to kneel.”

I whimper, arousal and need high. “Please,” I beg.

He makes a sound of approval low in his throat. “Ask me again. Tell me you need me, Sienna. Tell me how much you want to be f*****..”

I take in a shaky breath. “Please, Damien. I can’t take it. I need you inside of me.” When he still doesn’t respond, I beg. “Please. F***me, Damian. F*** me now.”