The moment Emma whispered, “I can’t,” something inside Damien snapped. Why does it matter even if she wanted to leave? Why does it bother me so much!
His hands were on her before she could draw another breath—fingers fisting in her hair as he crushed her mouth back to his. The kiss was savage, all teeth and tongue, possession and fury, stealing the air from her lungs as he stalked her backward. Step by step until the edge of the polished mahogany coffee table caught her thighs.
“Damien—”
Her protest died as his teeth sank into her lower lip, sharp enough to make her gasp. Then his tongue licked her lips seductively, his thumb brusted her neckline.
“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his voice a dangerous growl against her mouth.
Her pulse throbbed deep, heat flooding every nerve. G
