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My pulse spikes when his big hand suddenly closes around my throat.
It's not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that I snap my mouth shut as an electric, needy charge throbs through my core and zaps around my center.
My breath catches as he guides me backward by the throat and plants my ass firmly onto the high stool behind me.
Well.
Hello.
Damiano drops onto the stool beside mine, turning it so he’s facing me completely as his hand drifts away from my throat.
I sigh dramatically. “Look, I can see you’re upset. So, why don’t I leave you alone to sulk and ice your blue balls. Have a drink, put on some mopey emo music…” I start to slide off the stool as if to leave. “Maybe jerk off to thoughts of Barbie’s shiny plastic crotch—”
My heart rate surges when his hands land firmly on my knees, shoving me back down onto the stool and making it crystal clear that I am not leaving.
A shiver rips up my spine. That dark, coiling sensation snakes through my core again as I swallow thickly.
His eyes lock onto mine, dark, flat, and completely unreadable.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
My core tightens at the low, dark edge in his lethal tone.
“Actually,” I say flippantly, tossing my hair over my shoulder. “I was just leav—”
This time I gasp at the firmness in his grip when his fingers tighten on my knees.
“You wanted my attention so fucking badly, Bella?”
His voice is like the groan of old wood as his dark eyes cut right into me. My pulse skips as his hands slide up my knees to grip the tops of my thighs just below the hem of my skirt.
“Congratulations.”
He suddenly yanks me closer by the legs, dragging me and the stool across the floor until I feel surrounded by him as he looms over me.
“Now you have all of it.”
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“Now you have all of it.”
An electric feeling ripples over my skin, making the hairs on the backs of my arms stand up. Heat radiates out from where his hands are still firmly grasping my bare knees, having just dragged me, stool and all, so close to him that all I can see is his huge frame blotting out the low light of the bar behind him.
All I can smell is his woodsy scent: cedar, palo Santo, a hint of sage.
All I can feel is the raw heat humming from his skin and the sensation of his cold, glacially dark eyes cutting into mine.
Fuck me, this man is unreasonably attractive.
Disgustingly hot.
Indecently sexy.
It’s so fucking unfair. Every time I want to tear him a new asshole, or take him down a peg, or just let loose the full crazy on him, his absurd genetics play havoc with my brain and my ability to keep my head on straight.
I just look at him for one fucking second and all I want to do is lick him.
