Chapter 20

Laura’s POV.

When I opened my eyes, followed by a yawn. The early morning brightness filled the room.

It took more than a second before I was fully awake. I stared at the white ceiling before looking sideways in search of Damien. I remembered sleeping on his chest.

Damian was sitting on the opposite end, his long legs stretched out, back resting against the headboard.

He was shirtless, exposing the broadness of his chest, exposing tan, firm skin and the faint trace of dark hair. My eyes caught the tattoo on his arm.

He cleared his throat to catch my attention.

His dark eyes were heavy, hooded with sleep, but intense enough to send a sharp jolt straight down my spine.

"Good morning, Laura," he murmured, his voice a low, raspy rumble that sent my core aching and watering.

"Good morning," I whispered, my throat dry. I pulled the blanket up higher, suddenly aware of my bare legs and our close proximity. "Did you... did you sleep at all?"

"I don't need much sleep," he replied softly, his gaze dropping to where my collarbone peeked out from the wide neck of my sweater. "And watching you sleep was far more interesting."

My cheeks burned hot. "Damian…"

"Come here." The possessive command vibrated right through the quiet bed room. I was unable to disobey, I scooted over to him.

I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Every instinct I had as a smart, sensible twenty-one-year-old girl told me to pull away, to ask him to call his driver and take me back to my tiny apartment before things got out of hand.

But as I looked at the man sitting at the end of the bed, the man who had fed me, protected me, and was gently caressing my small back into relaxation made me soft.

We laid together quietly in silence. Breathing in his intoxicating scent, I could feel myself getting wet and restless.

I couldn't take it anymore, and I reached out for him, before I could even settle, Damian reached out like he was anticipating. His large, calloused hand clamped firmly around my waist, lifting me effortlessly until I was straddling his lap.

I gasped as my hips met his hard thighs. Through the thin fabric of his trousers, I could feel the hard, thick press of his arousal against my core.

"You look dangerous like this," he murmured, his dark eyes burning into mine. His hands slid up my back, pulling me flush against his hard chest. "In my clothes. In my house. On my lap."

I didn't know where the courage came from, my hands had already found their way to his shoulders.

Damien kept his gaze fixed on me, he failed at hiding his surprise. But, he regained his composure.

"Do you yearn for me this much, Laura," he whispered, leaning in, his breath hot against my lips.

"Tell me you don't want this. Tell me to stop." I countered, looking him straight in the eyes.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the words died in his throat when I leaned down and kissed his throat.

He didn't wait. His mouth slammed down on mine in a deep, greedy kiss that completely erased my ability to think.

It wasn't gentle like the night before. This was the real Damian Steels, possessive, and demanding.

His tongue parted my lips, taking complete control of my mouth, tasting me with a feverish intensity that made my toes curl.

I groaned into the kiss, my fingers digging into his hair as I arched my back, pressing my chest into his.

His hand moved down my spine, cupping my rear and pulling me down hard against him. A sharp wave of heat pooling between my legs made me whimper right against his mouth.

Damian pulled back just an inch, his breathing heavy and ragged, his eyes practically black with hunger.

"Tell me," he growled against my jaw, his lips trailing down to the sensitive skin of my neck. "Tell me who gets to call you mine!”

"You, daddy,l" I gasped, my head falling back as his teeth nibbled on my nipples over the sweater.

"Again," he purred, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of my oversized sweater, touching the warm skin of my bare waist. His touch was ecstatic, sending shivers across my body.

He didn't wait for a reply from me. He cupped my full breast and squeezed it. The sweater turned into an annoying barrier between his palms and my breast.

I arched my back, as he flicked my nipples with his fingers.

Damian laid me down on the center of the mattress, his massive frame lingering over me like a shadow.

Without breaking eye contact, My eyes tracked over the broad cut of his shoulders, his defined chest, and the hard ridges of his abs. He was magnificent, intimidating, and completely focused on me.

I watched as he took my sweater and pulled it up over my head and tossed it aside, leaving me in nothing.

His gaze swept over my exposed body, so heavy and intense that I felt completely stripped bare before he even touched me. A look of satisfaction sweeping over his features.

He leaned down, placing his hands on either side of my head, trapping me beneath him.

"You have no idea what you do to me." He confessed in a soft whisper.

I wanted more, I wanted to be in charge, I wanted to tame the fiercest man in the city, and make him squirm under my touch. I watched him take off his trousers.

I fought the anxiety in my mind. I didn't know what he would do, I watched him lean towards me when I grabbed his head and locked him in a fierce kiss.

I didn't overthink his stiffening, I captured his lips again, deeper this time, his hands almost slipping down my waist, I let go of every fear, every hesitation, sweeping caution into the wind.

I am in charge now.