Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
She opens them, and then she blushes, realizing I’m staring at her. She looks away, like she’s embarrassed, but I move my hand up to cup her chin softly. I tilt her head up until those big blue eyes are locked with mine.
“Do you know who I am, my little burglar?”
She nods, swallowing quickly, her eyes darting over my face.
“You don’t have to be scared, baby girl,” I purr, leaning down and kissing her softly. “Not of me, and not of anything in this world so long as I’m standing. Do you understand?”
She bites her lip, swollen and red from our kiss, but not as swollen as they will be. Her eyes sparkle as I hold them with mine.
“What’s your name, angel?”
She hesitates for a second, and I’m trying to decipher what that means, when she opens her lips.
“Lyra,” she says quietly.
“I’m Damien,” I growl lowly, pulling her close.
“I know,” she whispers.
“Just like you knew about my art collection.”
She blushes again, and she starts to look away when I tilt her head up and lean in close.
“You came for the paintings, angel, but I’ve come for a different work of art.”
She gasps as I push her back gently, until her ass comes again the edge of my desk. I scoop her up, swallowing her moans with my lips as I set her down on the polished wood surface.
“You,” I growl. “Forget the rest of these pieces. You’re the only work of art I want to see tonight, or ever.” She whimpers as I move in again, spreading her legs to either side of my hips as I move against her and claim her lips with mine.
“Show me, baby girl,” I groan softly into her lips. “Show me everything.”
3
Lyra
My head spins as he kisses me, my whole body coming alive like it’s never done before at the feel of his lips on mine. He’s firm and yet gentle at the same time — demanding and yet worshipping in his kiss and in his touch.
This is really happening.
The man I’ve secretly found irresistible from a distance and who I’ve wantonly fantasized about is really right here with his arms around me and kissing me like I’m his. I whimper as his big arms circle me protectively, pulling me against him and letting me feel all of his hard, muscled body as it coils against me.
And deep down, as naughty as it is, I know this is why I really came here tonight. The darkest part of me knows sneaking in here for the art was just the excuse I told myself. I know the good girl that I am came here to take in fabulous masterpieces that hardly anyone sees. But I know the bad girl that simmers right beneath the surface secretly hoped and fantasized that this is what would really happen here tonight.
That he’d catch me. That dark, dangerous, gorgeous, dominant, much older, sexy as hell Damien Castle would find me here.
…And never let me go.
He groans as his tongue swirls with mine, his big hands holding me tight as I moan into his mouth. Part of me wants to tell him everything. Part of me wants to tell him who I really am, and why I’m here tonight, but I can’t. I can’t because I’m scared saying anything at all will wake me up, and I’ll realize that sitting here kissing Damien in the dark of his office is all a dream.
He pulls away, sucking my bottom lip between his as he does and leaving me aching for more.
“Show me, baby girl,” he growls, his eyes full of green fire as they pierce into mine. He steps away, shrugging his tuxedo jacket off and draping it over the back of his chair. I swallow, my eyes taking in his hard-packed, muscled body as it strains in all the right places under his crisp white shirt. He loosens his bow tie and pops the top two buttons of his shirt, and my eyes slip over the tattoo ink that’s bared to me.
“Show you what?” I whisper, my pulse roaring in my ears as he moves back into me.
“Everything,” he purrs. “There’s only one piece of art I wanted to see ever since you stepped into my world downstairs,” he growls softly. His lips brush my ear as his hands slide up bare thighs, tugging slightly at my dress. “You’ve captivated me, in a way nothing in this world ever has before. Not power, or wealth, or any of it.”
“You’re a man who gets what he wants,” I say quietly.
Damian smiles in this way that sends a pulse of heat right between my legs.
“I’m glad you understand that.”
“And you want me?”
“Every inch of you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear and making me hold back the moan. The masculine scent of him teases over me, making my head spin, and the raw power he exudes has my whole body tingling.