MACEY
Zinna glared at me before finally stepping out, her heels clicking against the floor with a sharp rhythm that made my pulse skip.
I watched her retreat, every step she took stirring something primal inside me. She scared me, to be honest. But all that mattered was the storm of need that had been building between Damien and me, dark and electric, ready to explode.
“Come here,” he said, voice low, thick with something dangerous. Predatory.
My stomach twisted as I smirked, swaying my hips deliberately while walking toward him, letting the tension stretch taut in the space between us. I could practically feel the hunger radiating off him and see it in the way his gaze darkened with desire.
The moment I reached him, he pulled me down onto his lap with a force that sent a jolt
