In Between Her Legs.

Chapter six:No more mercy

I should have known Damien Sinclair wouldn’t stop at a kiss.

Men like him don’t play fair.

They don’t tease for the sake of teasing.

They take until there’s nothing left to give.

And tonight, I’m about to find out exactly what that means.

I barely make it home before my phone vibrates.

Damien: Open your door.

My breath catches.

I hesitate for a second one second too long.

Because the next thing I hear is a knock.

Slow. Deliberate.

A warning.

A promise.

My heart hammers against my ribs as I cross the room, my fingers trembling slightly as I reach for the lock.

I shouldn’t do this.

I should tell him to leave.

But when I open the door and find him standing there dark suit, untamed hunger in his eyes I forget how to breathe.

"Damien…" My voice is barely a whisper.

He doesn’t answer.

He doesn’t give me a chance to think.

Because the moment the door swings open, he steps inside.

And then he owns me.

His hands grip my waist, pushing me back against the wall.

Hard.

A gasp escapes me, but it turns into a whimper when his mouth crashes against mine.

There’s no hesitation.

No restraint.

Only need.

Raw. Demanding. Unforgiving.

I can’t keep up.

I can’t breathe.

All I can do is feel.

"Say it," he murmurs against my lips.

I shake my head, dazed. "Say what?"

His fingers tighten in my hair, pulling my head back, forcing me to meet his gaze.

"That you want this," he says darkly. "That you want me."

My pulse pounds.

I should fight.

I should make him work for it.

But I can’t.

Not when my body is already his.

I swallow hard, my lips parting.

And then I whisper the one word that changes everything.

"Yes."

Damien growls low in his throat, something primal flickering in his gaze before he spins me around, pressing my front against the wall.

His hand slides up my spine, slow, possessive.

"You have no idea," he murmurs, lips brushing the back of my neck, "what you just agreed to."

A shiver races down my spine.

Because I think I do.

And I think I want it.

Tonight, there’s no teasing.

No slow seduction.

Just pure, ruthless possession.

He strips me of every last defense, pushing me past every boundary I thought I had, until I’m shaking, breathless, completely his.

By the time it’s over, I don’t know who I am anymore.

All I know is Damien.

The way he moves. The way he takes.

The way he makes me crave things I should never want.

I don’t realize I’m trembling until his fingers tilt my chin up.

His smirk is slow, satisfied.

"You’re mine now, Selena."

A statement.

A fact.

And the worst part?

I don’t want to argue.