Laura's POV Damian leaned down, his face inches from mine, his breath warm against my cheek."Now," he whispered, glancing down at my hand beneath the sheets, "do you want to keep using your fingers, or do you want me to pick one out for you?”"I would pick option three," I snapped, refusing to break eye contact with him. "Option three is that you drop the sinister act, unlock that door, and let me go back home, psycho!" Damian didn't comment immediately. A slow, dark smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his eyes gleaming with dangerous amusement as he rested one knee on the edge of the mattress."Is that so?" His voice was low. "And here I thought I was being a generous host.""You locked me in a golden prison because your big ego couldn't handle your assumptions," I spat, leaning forward slightly, letting my bare shoulders square against his imposing frame. The smirk on his lips infuriated me, he seemed pleased and happy to be here and I disliked that.“What is the rumour?” He
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