Two
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Damien's POV
“Creep!” Her mouth formed the word, even over the music.
A smirk tugged at my lips as her friends tore the guy apart. Good. He deserved worse.
“Dame!” Tof slapped my shoulder. “I heard you banged Denise last night?”
He’d been dying to bring her up since we got here. There wasn’t much to say. She looked good, sure—but she was a bore. Gorgeous body, empty mind. I drilled her until she forgot her name, she gave a decent bl*w job, but I got nothing memorable in return.
“Yeah,” I said casually, already bored by the conversation.
“Her boyfriend’s looking for you,” he added.
Jacob Mayers. The mayor.
“I know. I told her to deal with it.”
Tof laughed. “You didn’t like her?”
My attention drifted past him.
The girl from the dance floor—the one whose hips rolled like she didn’t realize how enticing she was—sat back at her table. Her friends crowded around her. One of them—probably the bride—wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
Pretty. But I’d seen pretty thousands of times.
The way she moved earlier, though… that caught me.
“I’m going,” I muttered.
Tof yelled my name, but the music swallowed him whole.
I watched her friend stand, telling her she’d get water. I approached. Quietly. Naturally.
She didn’t see me until I sat beside her.
Up close, she was even more stunning. Her eyes glistened—hurt, embarrassed, vulnerable. But the moment she realized who I was, everything changed.
She hid her face.
Cute.
I hooked a finger under her chin, lifting it. She looked away. Bit her lip. Tried to make herself small.
Submissive. Instantly.
I stood, took her hand, and made her stand too. The faint floral scent coming off her was clean—innocent. Not the usual cloud of expensive perfume clinging to the women I brought home.
“Forward,” I murmured in her ear.
My hand rested low on her stomach as I guided her through the crowd. She followed every subtle nudge. The way her body reacted told me exactly what I needed to know.
Tof was exiting my VIP room with a smug expression. Asshole.
The girl stepped inside and immediately scanned the floor below us, probably searching for her friends.
“What’s your name, baby?” I asked.
She didn’t answer. Didn’t even turn around.
Dangerous dress, I noted. Too short. Too tempting.
I poured wine on two glasses and handed her one. She accepted it but kept her eyes glued to the window.
“I’m fine not knowing your name,” I said. “Mine’s Dame. You might need it.”
She inhaled sharply.
Good.
“Why did you take me here?” she asked, voice small but steady.
Hearing her speak... it calmed me for reasons I didn’t like.
“I saw what happened,” I said, sitting her down on the leather couch. “I know that guy. What do you want done?”
“What?” she whispered.
“It doesn’t matter right now. Just breathe.”
She tensed even more. I took her hand and massaged her palm—slow circles. Her shoulders relaxed.
“You’re really not going to tell me your name?”
She shook her head.
“Alright.”
She studied my face with quiet curiosity—eyes drifting from mine, to my nose, to my mouth. Her lips twitched, like she was trying not to smile.
Interesting.
Not conventionally stunning.
But impossible to ignore.
A sip of wine made her realize she’d been staring. She set her glass down quickly.
“I need to go. My friends are looking for me.”
She stood too fast. I grabbed her wrist and pulled my phone from my pocket.
“Tof,” I said when he picked up, “one of them is having a bachelorette.”
“Yeah?”
“Find the bride. Tell her their friend is fine.”
“Got it.”
I hung up and tossed my phone aside, then pulled her gently onto my lap.
“They know you’re okay. No need to worry.”
My hand slid along her thigh. Soft skin. She gasped.
“Cold,” she whispered. “Your hand is cold.”
“Or you’re just a little too hot for me.”
Even in the dim room, I saw her blush. Her whole body reacted—honest, untrained, dangerous.
I kissed her, slow and teasing at first. Her tongue brushed mine, minty and hesitant. She followed my lead like she was made for it. When I pressed against her thigh, she gasped softly into my mouth.
Then —
She pulled away with a shy smile. “Wow.”
“Wow to you too,” I murmured.
She shifted onto my lap, straddling me properly. Heat radiated through her dress and straight into me. I bit back a groan and squeezed her ass gently.
“I’ll make you forget him,” I said.
“Forget who?”
“You know who.”
She stared at me, eyes wide. “You have dimples,” she breathed. “You look adorable.”
“Adorable?” I scoffed. “You’re calling me adorable?”
“And sexy,” she added.
She leaned into my neck, her breath warm. I nearly shuddered when her tongue traced my skin. Not marking—tasting. Testing. Curious and careful, like every move had intention.
She unbuttoned two buttons on my shirt and slid her hand onto my chest. Then she kissed down to my collarbone, sucking gently.
My head fell back.
“F*ck…”
She moved upward again, but I caught her mouth halfway and kissed her deeper. My hand guided her hips, rolling them into mine. Her gentleness was maddening—soft but deliberate, like she was learning me on purpose.
I pulled back abruptly.
“What the f*ck?” I muttered under my breath.
She looked startled. “What? Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” I moved her off my lap and buttoned my shirt. “Not here.”
I came to the club for something quick and mindless. I couldn’t do that with her—not in this place. Not like this.
“Come with me.”
~*~*~*~
“In,” I told her as I opened the car door.
She hesitated but climbed in. I walked around, started the engine.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“My place.”
“No!” she said quickly. Then softer, “I mean… no. I don’t want to go to your place.”
“Why not? You want me to take you to yours?”
“No.” Her cheeks reddened. “Can we go somewhere else? Like… a hotel?”
“I don’t f*ck in hotels.”
Her blush deepened. “We’re going to… f*ck?” she whispered the last word.
“Baby,” I said, patience thinning, “where do you think this is going?”
She didn’t answer.
“Fine,” I muttered, turning the wheel. “I’ll take you somewhere else.”
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