He said nothing. Just looked at me. Then his mouth curved into a crooked smile.
“Are you jealous, Daisy? Do you want me for yourself? Does it make you nervous when someone else touches me? Are you already this hooked on me?”
Every question landed because it was true. I had no defense. No escape.
His hand closed around mine. “Come with me.”
The world fell away. Only his grip was real. Once inside the limousine, Damian pressed a button to seal us from the driver. He turned to me, tension wound tight between us.
Without warning, he yanked me onto his lap.
“I’ve spent the whole evening imagining my cock in your beautiful mouth. And how I’ll take you once we’re in the hotel room.”
“Oh really? That’s not what it looked like earlier. Alessandra’s hand on your thigh, you laughing, the way you held her hand—was that part of your fantasy too?”
Damn it, I sounded like a jealous brat.
His fingers dug into my hips. “That meant nothing.”
“But my shoulder was suddenly a problem?”
His grip tightened. His eyes fixed on me as if he might devour me. Silence burned; the air thrummed with something raw. My heart pounded, his breath feathered my skin, his hand slid up my thigh.
“You have no idea how much you provoke me—and that’s the problem.” With one swift movement he lifted me, turned me in his hold, and set me astride his lap. The motion was precise, rehearsed, as if he’d been imagining it all night. My body tensed. His hard cock pressed through my panties; a quiet shudder ran through me as my hips ground instinctively against him.
“What the hell do you do to me?” he growled, fingers at his belt. The metallic click of the buckle echoed in the hush. Damian lifted his hips and shoved his pants down just enough.
With trembling fingers I closed my hand around him. He groaned as I slid my palm along his length. I slipped from his lap, knelt before him, and took him deep. Damian’s head fell back; a hoarse gasp tore out as my tongue worked, my lips tightening. I sucked harder, deeper, greedier. His fingers tangled in my hair, anchoring him to me as if I alone kept him from losing control. His whole body bunched beneath my mouth, that legendary restraint of his unraveling second by second.
“Fuck, Daisy,” he groaned. “I’m about to come in your mouth.” In a single move he looped my hair in his hand and pressed my face hard to his hips. “Do you like it when I fuck your beautifulmouth?” His thrusts dug harder, more demanding, until he spilled down my throat. “That’s it. Take it all from me. Every last drop.”
I loved it. Loved that he wanted me like that. Loved the taste of him. For that burning beat he was mine—everything he was, everything he gave. I took him like a drug, knowing it would destroy me. I wanted only to be undone.
When we arrived at the hotel, Damian led me upstairs.
“Do you want something to drink?” he asked, heading to the minibar.
“A soda, please.”
He came back with two small bottles, twisted one open, and handed it to me.
“That was an incredible find today,” he said as he sat. “Everything points to the
Phoenix pendant originating with Ramses.”
“What would that mean for you?”
“It would multiply its value a hundredfold—and cement my reputation. A discovery like this would earn me more respect among collectors and historians.” He leaned back, running a hand through his hair. “It would prove every risk I’ve taken was worth it.”
I sipped. “Where did you even get the pendant?”
“An antique shop in France. Picked it up for a ridiculously low price.”
“You really were lucky.”
“But without your sharp eye, I never would have realized its worth. I owe it to you.”
Heat rose in my cheeks. I looked away. “It was a coincidence. I just remembered the pendant and made the connection.”
