DADDY'S LITTLE VIRGIN:BEGS FOR HIS RUIN

I LEANED MY UPPER BODY FORWARD

Chapter 8

Sammy

I looked at my sister, then looked across the room where my mother was watching us with a worried frown.

Humans are so predictable. We build up these massive walls, we swear we are going to protect ourselves and stay away from danger, and then we break our own rules the second a loved one begs us to.

"Fine," I muttered, setting my glass down on a passing waiter's tray. "Just one song, Mimi. That's it."

"Thank you! You're the best sister ever!" she squealed, dragging me toward the edge of the large wooden dance floor.

The upbeat, rhythmic music began to pulse through the giant speakers, and Desmond, the best man, stepped forward.

He was a tall, handsome guy with perfectly styled hair, a neat beard, and a tailored tuxedo that fit him like a glove.

He looked like a wealthy city guy, completely different from the rougher crowd that usually surrounded the Kanes.

"Don't worry, counselor," Marcus whispered with a charming smile as he took my right hand and placed his other hand gently on my waist. "I heard you're a tough judge, but I promise I won't step on your toes."

I forced a bright, glowing smile onto my face, the kind of fake, dazzling smile I used when I was winning over a jury. "We'll see about that, Marcus," I replied, stepping into the rhythm as the music picked up.

We began to move across the floor, and I had to admit, the man knew how to dance. He was smooth, guiding me through the turns with an easy confidence.

But he wasn't better than me. I had practiced the steps alone in my apartment for a week, memorizing every beat of the song until it was second nature.

My body moved effortlessly, the emerald green silk of my dress swaying around my legs, my hips moving in perfect sync with the heavy bass line. I let myself relax into the movement, laughing softly at a joke Desmond made, nodding along as he spoke to me.

But right in the middle of a smooth turn, the hairs on the back of my neck stood completely on end.

A sudden, suffocating weight landed on my skin. It was an intense, burning feeling that I would recognize anywhere in the world.

It was the exact same heavy stare that had trapped me in the coffee shop, and the same one that had pinned me against the stone fountain three months ago.

Without thinking, my eyes drifted past Desmond's shoulder, scanning the large, elevated VIP tables near the front of the stage.

My breath caught instantly in my throat, and my foot missed a beat, nearly tripping over the hem of my dress.

Our eyes locked.

Damien was sitting at the center table. He was dressed in a sharp, pitch-black designer suit that made his broad shoulders look absolutely massive, the dark fabric straining against his chest.

He wasn't sitting back politely like the other older guests. He was sitting with his legs wide open, his large hands resting on his knees, looking like a brutal king sitting on a throne.

He was staring directly at me, his dark, grey-blue eyes tracking every single movement of my body like a predator watching an animal it wanted to kill.

He looked absolutely furious. His strong jaw was clenched so hard that a sharp muscle was pulsing rapidly in his cheek, and his thick eyebrows were drawn together in a heavy, dark line.

It wasn't just a glare—it looked like the mere sight of me dancing with another man was actively making his blood boil.

A sudden, crazy rush of adrenaline shot straight through my veins, making my skin tingle.

The old Sammy, the safe, careful lawyer who had walked into the Kane mansion three months ago, would have looked away instantly.

She would have turned her back, and tried to hide in the bathroom until the reception was over. She was a girl who never did anything to get a man’s attention, and she certainly would never have tried to make someone jealous.

But the Sammy that had driven out of those golden gates three months ago was completely different.

She was reckless. She was angry. And right now, looking at the man who had called her a bitter, starved virgin, she became entirely unpredictable. A wild, toxic idea took over my brain, and I didn't even care how crazy it was.

I didn't look away from him. Instead, I widened my eyes, looking directly into Damien’s furious face across the crowded room.

Then, very slowly, I leaned my upper body forward, bending into Desmond’s space until my chest lightly brushed against the front of his tuxedo jacket.

Desmond blinked, his eyes widening in pleasant surprise at my sudden closeness, his grip on my waist tightening.

I tilted my head back, looking up into Desmond’s face, and let out a loud, beautiful laugh that I knew Damien could see from across the room.

I smiled at the best man with everything I had, making my eyes look bright and full of admiration.

I let my movements get looser, sexier, letting my hips sway closer to Desmond's body, turning a simple wedding dance into something deeply magnetic and teasing.

You think I'm starved? I thought fiercely, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs as I kept my eyes locked on the VIP table. Look at this. Look how a starving person act.

From the corner of my eye, I watched the reaction happen instantly. Damien’s entire body went rigid. He leaned forward slightly, his upper body tensing like a beast about to spring from its cage.

His large hand reached out, grabbing his glass of liquor, and his grip became so violent, so incredibly tight, that his knuckles turned completely white under his tattoos.

I honestly thought the glass was going to shatter into a million pieces right in his palm.

My brain was screaming at me that I was being insane, that I was playing with a monster who could crush my life with a single phone call.

But as I saw the raw, unchecked fury burning in his eyes, a twisted sense of power rushed through my blood, and for the first time in three months, the shame inside me completely vanished.