DADDY'S LITTLE VIRGIN:BEGS FOR HIS RUIN

KEEP LYING TO YOURSELF

CHAPTER 12

The silence after the office door closed was too loud.

I sat completely still in my leather chair for ten long minutes. My face still felt hot where his hands had just been.

My lips were dry, and my heart refused to slow down. I looked at the empty space right next to my desk where he had stood just a moment ago.

The faint smell of his expensive cologne and rich tobacco still hung in the air, mocking me.

I leaned forward, dropping my head into my hands. My palms were still shaking. I had spent years building a reputation as a woman who could not be moved.

I was the lawyer who stared down corrupt politicians and cold businessmen without blinking. Yet, with just a few whispered words and a breath against my lips, Damien Kane had reduced me to a trembling mess right in his hands.

And the worst part was, he hadn't even kissed me. He had left me completely unfulfilled, aching in my own office chair.

"Get it together, Sammy," I whispered to the empty room, my voice rough.

I forced myself to stand up. My knees were slightly weak, but I locked them straight. I walked over to the small mirror hanging on the wall near my coat rack.

The woman looking back at me did not look like the top defense attorney of the firm. My hair had a few loose strands falling out of the tight bun.

My lips were parted, a deep dark red color flaring across my cheeks, and behind my glasses, my eyes looked wide and totally unfocused.

I breathed in deeply through my nose, smoothed down my grey suit jacket, and fixed my hair. I could not let anyone see me like this.

Suddenly, my desk phone buzzed again, making me jump. I cursed under my breath and walked back over to press the button.

"Yes?" I said, trying to make my voice sound cold and professional.

"Sammy, it’s Vance," my boss said, his voice buzzing through the small speaker. "Did Mr. Kane finish his initial briefing with you? He just walked past my office on his way to the elevator."

"Yes, Mr. Vance," I said, gripping the edge of the desk. "We went over the preliminary procedures for his asset restructuring."

"Excellent. He called me from the lobby just now. He wants you to handle the entire legal audit personally. That means you will be managing all of his local business files. He insisted on you, Sammy. This is a massive account for us. Do not mess this up."

"I understand," I said.

"Good. He wants the first set of contract reviews ready by tomorrow afternoon. He said he will come to your office at two to check on your progress. Be ready."

The line went dead.

Tomorrow. He was coming back tomorrow at two o'clock.

A sharp mix of fear and a dark, heavy heat hit my chest at the same time. He wasn't giving me time to breathe.

He was using his wealth and his legal power to tie me to him every single day. He knew I couldn't say no to Mr. Vance without ruining my position at the firm, and he was using that to keep himself right in my space.

That night, I did not sleep at all.

I lay in my bed, staring up at the dark ceiling of my apartment. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the rough texture of his large thumbs pressing against my jawline.

I heard his deep, scratchy voice promising to do naughty things to me, promising to make me scream his name. My body turned and twisted under the sheets.

The fabric felt too rough against my sensitive skin. My lower belly kept letting out that same empty, heavy throb, a deep hunger that made me want to scream with frustration.

I hated him. I hated his cocky smile, his dark tattoos, and the way he looked at me like I was a piece of property he already owned.

But more than that, I hated how much my own body craved the touch he was denying me. He was playing a psychological game with me, waiting for me to break down and beg.

"I will never beg," I said out loud into the dark bedroom. "Never."

By two o'clock the next day, I was sitting behind my desk, waiting.

I had spent the entire morning forcing my mind onto his files. I had read through the documents for his commercial holdings, tracking his assets, trying to find any mistake I could use to give myself an advantage.

I needed to feel like a lawyer again, not a woman who was losing her mind over a dominant man.

The clock on my wall ticked loudly.

1:58.

1:59.

2:00.

Right on the dot, there was no polite knock on my door. The heavy wood handle just turned, and the door swung open.

Damien walked in.

Today, he wore a navy blue three-piece suit that made him look even bigger, his silver hair brushed back perfectly.

He carried a small folder in one hand. He looked clean, expensive, and completely in control. He didn't look at the secretaries outside. He just stepped into my office and closed the door firmly behind him, locking it with a soft click.

My heart did a violent flip, but I kept my back straight and my eyes fixed on the papers in front of me. I refused to look up immediately.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Kane," I said, my voice was smooth and totally professional. "Please take a seat. I have the initial contract reviews ready for you."

Damien didn't move toward the chair. He stood by the door for a moment, his dark grey-blue eyes scanning my face, my hair, and then dropping down to the high collar of my white blouse. A slow, knowing smile touched his lips.

"Still trying to play the cold professional, Sammy?" he asked. His rough voice rumbled through the quiet room, instantly melting away the air-conditioned chill.

"I am a professional, Mr. Kane," I said, finally looking up and meeting his gaze with a hard stare. "And right now, I am your lawyer. If you want to discuss your asset protection, sit down. If not, you are wasting my firm's time."

Damien let out a low, dark sound that was almost a growl. He walked over with slow, heavy steps, but instead of sitting in the chair across from me, he walked right around the side of my desk, exactly like he had done yesterday.

My muscles locked tight. Panic and excitement hit me all at once, but I forced my hands to stay flat on the desk. "Mr. Kane..."

"Relax, princess," Damien murmured, stopping just a foot away from my side. He didn't touch me. He kept his hands behind his back, leaning in just enough so I could feel the intense heat radiating from his chest. "I told you yesterday. I keep my word. I won't lay a finger on you."

He leaned down slightly, his face close to my ear. I could smell the familiar scent of tobacco and clean soap on his skin.

"But I can see how hard your chest is moving right now," he whispered against my skin, his voice dropping low and heavy.

"I can see the little pulse jumping in your neck, Sammy. You didn't sleep last night, did you? You spent the whole night thinking about what I said.

I bit the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted metal. I turned my head to glare at him, my nose almost touching his sharp jawline. "You think highly of yourself, Damien. I was up late fixing your messy financial files. Nothing more."

Damien’s eyes darkened, the cocky smile fading into something much more dangerous. He looked at my lips, his breath hitting my mouth.

"Keep lying to yourself," he said softly. "It just makes it sweeter for me. Look at the papers, Sammy. Tell me what your brilliant mind found."

I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and forced my eyes back down to the folder on my desk. My fingers were trembling slightly as I turned the page, completely aware of his massive body hovering right over my shoulder, watching my every move, waiting for me to break.