DAMIEN’S POV
I pushed Vivienne off me. She stumbled on her heels before steadying herself. Whipping her hairdo back into place, she licked her lips and grinned at me.
“That was very tasty, Damien.”
“Try that again, and you will be sorry.”
She laughed in a snobbish way.
“You could never resist me, could you, Damien?”
She moved closer, resting her hand on my knee.
“Take it off,” I growled.
“Why don’t you take it off yourself? You don’t want to, do you?’
I inhaled sharply.
”Vivienne…”
“What?”
She leaned in very slowly, and kissed my ear.
A flurry of memories crashed into my brain.
Vivienne kissed my ear, and I remembered how she used to take care of my needs.
"You can feel it, can’t you?" she whispered.
I shuddered, closing my eyes, and trying in vain to push her away.
“Stop…
