DADDY'S LITTLE VIRGIN:BEGS FOR HIS RUIN

I'LL MAKE SURE YOU TAKE BACK THOSE WORDS

Chapter 10

Sammy

Damien's jaw worked, a muscle pulsing sharply in his cheek. He looked down at me, his gaze softening for a fraction of a second as his eyes scanned my face, taking in my green dress and my styled hair.

"You look beautiful tonight, Sammy," he murmured softly.

The sudden compliment caught me completely off guard. My heart skipped a beat, and to my absolute horror, a deep, hot blush crept up my neck and flooded my cheeks. I hated myself for reacting to his words, but I couldn't stop it.

Damien noticed, a dark look returning to his eyes. "Now, back to my question. You're a smart girl, princess. Don't act stupid with me. You know exactly what you were doing on that dance floor."

I hated that word. Princess. He knew exactly how much I loathed it, and he used it just to make me feel small.

"I don't owe you any answers," I snapped, trying to pull my wrists free from his grip, but his fingers were like steel handcuffs. "I can dance with whoever I want."

His eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. "I am giving you one last chance to answer me properly," he said in a cold, commanding tone that made a shiver run straight down my spine.

"Answer me, princess. Unless you want me to punish you right here."

"I won't..." I started to say, trying to sound brave, but the words died instantly when he raised his free hand and pressed a single rough finger tightly against my lips, shushing me.

His touch felt like actual fire, burning my skin and sending a jolt of electricity straight down to my core.

"Shush," he commanded, his dark eyes drilling into mine without an ounce of mercy. "Answer my question."

Something wild and reckless snapped inside my brain. He wanted an answer? Fine.

"I was just taking your advice," I said, a bitter, teasing smile pulling at the corner of my lips as I looked him dead in the eye. "You told me to find myself a little boy to get my virgin p***y worked. So that's what I did."

I saw the flash of pure shock cross his face. His eyes widened slightly, his grip on my wrists tightening for a fraction of a second.

He had clearly never believed that a proper, uptight corporate lawyer like me could talk so dirty, let alone use those words out loud.

Seeing his shock gave me a sudden rush of confidence, and I pushed further, desperate to rile him up. "Desmond is tall, smart, handsome, and young. I'm sure he'll be able to satisfy me perfectly."

It was a massive, terrible mistake.

The shock on Damien’s face vanished, replaced by a raw, dark hunger that made my breath trap in my throat.

His large hand left my lips, and his rough, hard fingers began to slowly roam across my face. His thumb brushed over my cheekbone, tracing the line of my jaw, his rough skin dragging against my soft makeup.

"Uhhhmmm...." A sudden gasp escaped my throat, and my eyes closed instinctively.

Those bloody betrayers. Every single part of my body was a traitor right now—my heart, my skin, and especially my mouth, which suddenly couldn't find a single word to tell him to stop.

His hand moved slowly from my cheek, his fingers sliding down the sensitive skin of my neck, making me shiver violently, before tracing its way up to the shell of my ear.

Against my own will, my face moved closer into his palm, leaning into his touch like a starving animal.

Then, I felt his warm, heavy breath against my ear, and my brain completely shut down.

Damien leaned in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin before he opened his mouth and sucked on my earlobe slowly, deeply.

"Hmmmmm...." I let out a soft, embarrassing sound as his wet tongue slid inside the curve of my ear, moving against the sensitive skin.

A wave of pure heat rushed straight between my thighs, so intense my knees literally buckled, leaving me completely suspended by his body holding me up.

My pinned hands moved, my fingers curling tightly into his knuckles, holding onto him for dear life.

He sucked on it for a few more agonizing, beautiful seconds before he slowly pulled back.

He looked down at me, a dark, smug smile pulling at his heavy lips as he watched me pant for air, my glasses slightly crooked on my nose. He knew exactly what he had just done to me. It infuriated me to my very core.

"Did you say something, princess?" he asked, his voice a low, scratchy murmur of complete satisfaction.

The smug look on his face broke through my haze of pleasure, sparking a sudden, desperate rage inside me. I glared at him, my vision blurring with angry tears.

"You can't satisfy me," I spat fiercely, my voice cracking with pure venom. "So do not waste your time."

The words had barely left my mouth when I realized I had made another massive mistake.

The smug smile instantly wiped off Damien’s face. His eyes turned pitch black, stripped of all amusement, leaving nothing but a dangerous anger.

"I'll make sure you take back those words," he growled under his breath, his voice sending a wave of panic and excitement straight to my core.

He didn't wait. His mouth slammed right back down to my ear, his tongue moving forcefully against my skin, sucking and biting my earlobe with a heavy, bruising pressure.

At the exact same time, his free hand dropped from my neck and slid down the side of my body.

My emerald green dress had a high, open slit that ran all the way up my thigh. Damien’s large, rough hand found the opening instantly. He slid his palm directly onto my bare skin, his hand large and hot against my thigh.

"Uhhh" I let out a breathless gasp, my mind completely fracturing.

His hand began to move upward, sliding higher and higher up my lap, heading straight toward the damp heat between my legs.

My body craved it so badly it ached. Every single instinct inside me wanted him to touch me there, to finally break through my defenses.

I closed my eyes tightly, completely paralyzed, waiting for his fingers to finally reach the edge of my underwear and touch me.

Click.

The loud, echoing sound of the main restroom door swinging open cut through the silence of the bathroom.

The heavy footsteps of a wedding guest echoed against the floor tiles outside our stall, walking straight toward the sinks.

I froze, my eyes snapping open in pure horror as his hand stopped right on my upper thigh, his tongue freezing against my ear.

We were trapped together in a single toilet stall, and someone was standing right outside the door.