Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Every time a blow landed, she didn’t cheer; she winced and tried to look away.
Since her and Damon’s argument outside of her old apartment building, he’d been intent on taking her everywhere with him.
She didn’t have a guard now.
Nope, she had Damon.
He took her everywhere, and even if she had to excuse herself to use the bathroom, he followed. There was no escape.
It was weird. Even though in some way, she now had less freedom, she actually enjoyed being around him.
Now when it came to business like this, Damon seemed determined to show her another side of the world she’d once tried to defend.
Wealth filled the room as they threw hundred-dollar bills to see the bloodshed.
When another blow landed with the sickening echo of a crunch, she looked at Damon, who was watching her.
“Don’t like fights?”
“I can’t stand the sound of breaking bones. It … brings back memories.”
He watched her, but she couldn’t help herself.
Leaning forward, she rubbed at her ankle, once again feeling the old shooting pain in her leg. It didn’t help that she had on heels.
“Do we have to stay to see the fight?”
“No. I had no intention of staying this long. Come on.” He took her hand, and she was relieved as they walked out into the fresh air of the night.
After a long day at his gym where she watched and listened to his business, she sat in his office following his instructions, doing everything a secretary would do. Copy papers, answer the phone, deal with his coffee, and of course make notes.
For the most part, it looked like he ran a legit business.
Then she’d see a guy or a woman, and they’d start to beg for an extension, and the reality of his work made it impossible to ignore.
He was a monster to the core, and yet, she found herself drawn to him.
His life wasn’t hers.
She hadn’t grown up trying to fight for her life.
Her parents had been loving, caring. They’d gone out of their way to make her happy. Dancing had been her passion until it was taken away. They hadn’t allowed her to become depressed by her lack of ability to dance.
They helped her to change her path, to find another life that she’d enjoy.
Damon opened the car door for her, and she climbed inside.
A beautiful, long evening gown had been brought to the gym, and he’d asked her to wear the outfit for him tonight. So she had.
The dress was long, red, and molded to her curves like a second skin. She felt sensual, sexy, ready to take on the world. The heels, not so much.
There was a reason she always opted for flats.
The damage from her shattered ankle all those years ago had meant she felt certain pains. Most of the time, she ignored them and lived a comfortable life.
Dancing made it worse, and she couldn’t balance on one foot. Heels also made life uncomfortable and difficult as the angle seemed to put her ankle in a position that made her cry out in pain.
She kept ignoring it though. So long as she wasn’t on her feet for long, she’d be fine, and she wasn’t about to beg Damon for a reprieve.
Neither of them spoke as he navigated traffic.
The thing about living in a city, it never slept. There was always traffic, always life, always someone who wanted to party.
He pulled up outside of a nightclub twenty minutes later.
She wanted to whimper as she saw the queue was so long. She wouldn’t be able to stand all that long.
He climbed out of the car and someone was already there to take it.
Damon took her hand, aware of the murmurs that erupted from seeing him.
He didn’t go to the back of the queue like other people who arrived. He went straight to the front, and they let him inside.
“Does this place belong to you?” she asked.
“As a silent investor, I get what I want.”
She noticed they were heading to the VIP section.
There was a private table that overlooked the dance floor. The music was slow, sexy, and it had her body tingling all over, especially when Damon helped her into her seat. His hands were on her shoulders, stroking her before he laid a gentle kiss to her nape.
She closed her eyes for a split second, basking in the feel of him so close to her.
He was driving her need for him higher, and she couldn’t control herself.
Sex with Damon had fast turned into a drug.
He was dirty.
Raw.
Dangerous.
Exciting.
And there was nothing he didn’t want to do.
He’d spend hours playing with her body, teasing her, drawing her closer and closer to orgasm. When he would finally push her over the edge, and she’d come, screaming his name, he still wasn’t done with her.
He’d make her burn for him, make her watch as he slid his naked cock deep within her and fill her with his cum.