In Between Her Legs.

Chapter Twenty: Taken

Damien doesn’t say a word.

He doesn’t have to.

The second our eyes lock, I know.

My stomach twists, my pulse hammers, and before I can even think about running, he’s already moving.

Straight toward me.

The crowd parts effortlessly, like they feel the dominance radiating off him, the lethal control in his movements.

By the time he reaches me, the stripper has already disappeared.

Smart man.

Damien stops just inches away, his presence suffocating, his dark eyes burning through me.

“Get up,” he says.

A command.

Not a request.

I swallow hard, my body flushing under his stare. "Damien, I was just"

His fingers curl around my wrist. Not hard. Not rough. But firm enough to tell me I have no choice.

"We’re leaving."

The words send a shiver down my spine.

I glance at Naomi and Sasha, their eyes wide as they take in the pure, unyielding dominance in Damien’s stance.

They don’t say anything.

Because what could they possibly say?

Nothing about this feels normal.

Nothing about this is normal.

But I don’t argue.

I don’t fight.

I just follow him.

Because, deep down, I know

There’s no escaping Damien Sinclair.

The car ride is silent.

Damien’s fingers drum once against his knee, his jaw tight, his eyes locked on the road.

I shift in my seat, the air thick with unspoken tension.

I expect him to snap.

To tell me I belong to him.

To remind me exactly what I am to him.

But he doesn’t.

And somehow, that’s worse.

The moment we step inside, the tension snaps.

Damien turns to me, his gaze unreadable, his body tense.

"You’re staying here now," he says simply.

I blink. "What?"

He exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. "I told you before you don’t leave unless I say. And you don’t go to places like that."

Anger flares through me.

"You don’t get to control where I go, Damien."

He steps closer.

Too close.

His voice drops to a dangerous whisper.

"I already do, Selena."

My breath hitches.

Because he’s right.

He knows it.

I know it.

His fingers trail down my arm, slow, possessive. "Your room is ready."

I shake my head. "My room?"

He nods once. "Follow me."

I hesitate. But there’s no arguing with him.

I follow him down the hall, past the sleek, minimalistic decor, past his bedroom.

And then

He opens a door.

Inside is a room I’ve never seen before.

Warm. Spacious. A massive bed in the center.

It’s beautiful.

And yet, something inside me sinks.

Because I know what this means.

"You won’t be sleeping with me anymore," I whisper.

Damien’s face remains blank. "This is where you’ll stay."

His voice is final.

My throat tightens. "Why?"

A flicker of something crosses his face. Something unreadable.

Then, just as quickly it's gone.

"You’re mine, Selena," he murmurs. "But you don’t get all of me."

The words hit like a punch.

Because I don’t want just his rules.

I want him.

But Damien Sinclair is a man who only gives what he chooses.

And right now?

He’s reminding me exactly who’s in control.