“Ready? I’m stealing you,” Damien said as he shifted the car into drive.
Emma fastened her seatbelt, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “Stealing me? Should I be worried?”
The SUV purred beneath them, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold against the night. From the corner of her eye, she studied him—the hard cut of his jaw, the way his fingers flexed over the wheel, the smirk that promised trouble.
Damien’s chuckle was low, deliberate, and sinful. “Terrified, Bella. I plan to ruin you for any other man.”
A shiver ran down her spine, her pulse skipping.
Unlike the last time, Damien didn’t turn back toward the city. Instead, the road stretched quieter, darker, drawing them away from the noise and neon glow.
“Where are we going?” she asked, curiosity mingling with a hint of n
