*Isabella's POV*
Damien held me still, his grip like iron, his body a hard, unyielding wall behind me. Then, his hand moved, tangling in my hair, grabbing a handful and pulling my head to the side, exposing the sensitive line of my neck. He brought my ear closer to his mouth, his breath hot against my skin.
"Did I or did I not tell you to stop calling me 'sir'?" he asked, his voice a low, husky rumble that caused a shiver to run straight through me, a shiver that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the dark, dangerous thrill he ignited in me.
"You did," I managed to whisper, my voice a pathetic, breathy thing. "But how was I supposed to address you in front of everyone?"
"Don't lie to me, Isabella," he said, his voice a low, accusatory murmur. "You used your bedroom v
