The Tycoon's Secret(47)

It was terrifying how much she wanted to fold. She understood what he was saying, found herself wanting to cave to him. Why fight it? It was inevitable. She knew they'd sleep together again, as surely as she knew she'd take another breath of air.

Her shoulders firmed as she glared at him. No! She didn't know that. She was done with men controlling her, taking away her free will.

"You know what, Damien? I think you've been handed things so often in your life that everything has been easy for you. You just assume all outcomes will be in your favor. Well, not this time. I'm not going to lie and say I hated the sex, but I most certainly can live without it. It was good, sure, but not the end-all everyone's always talking about. Why don't you do us both a favor and stop playing whatever game this is your playing and just get out of here," Sierra told him, adding a smirk to the end of her small speech for added affect.

When she saw the fire ignite in his eyes, she thought she may have pushed it a bit too far. He took a menacing step toward her, and panic flared.

With a surge of adrenaline rushing through her, Sierra decided not to wait for his response. She turned and started running back to the house. When she was less than twenty feet from the back steps, an arm snaked around her middle, slamming her into the rock solid wall of Damien.

"Oh, Sierra, you were very smart to run, very smart indeed after making a comment like that," he whispered, his hot breath slithering down her neck.

He flipped her around so she was looking into his flaring eyes, his expression determined. Suddenly, he was lifting her in his arms as he strode around the house.

Before she thought to cry out, he was tossing her in his car and then they were driving down the pavement. She looked back at the house with longing as it faded into the distance. What had she just done?

Chapter Nineteen

The silence was stifling as Damien pulled out of Bree's driveway. He had to get her alone. He felt like if he didn't get her into his bed again, he'd explode.

He didn't need her. He'd proven that. He could easily insert himself into the lives of the Anderson's without suspicion. Heck, there was a fundraiser event coming up shortly he'd be attending with them. He'd already made contact, so he could drop Sierra off at home, and then drive away. No harm done.




 

 

Except, he knew that wasn't true.

Even the thought of leaving her with that man who called himself her father caused an ache in Damien's chest. He couldn't do it.

He tried telling himself it was because she still had a job to do for him, but he knew better. It was so much more than a job, just as it had been from the moment he'd laid eyes on her - started studying her, decided she'd be perfect for what he wanted.

If only he could figure out exactly what it was that he wanted her for.

"I can't believe you would do that. Bree is going to hunt you down and  – "

"And what, Sierra? You play hot and cold, do things however you like, want everything your way. Well, this is the real world, and its time you learn that actions have consequences. If you push me, I'm going to push back," Damien thundered as he made a sharp right turn.

"Where are you taking me? I demand you return me at once!"

"Not going to happen."

"Stop this car right now or I swear I'll jump out of it," she threatened as she reached for the door handle.

Damien's emotions were sliding on a thin sheet of ice. He could already feel it begin to crack beneath him. His anger was consuming, but his need was overwhelming. He saw a sign for a park, and swerved into the parking lot, needing to pull over before he ended up crashing the vehicle.

Damien turned in his seat, looking over Sierra, her flushed cheeks, heaving chest and rage filled eyes. His arousal jumped at how badly he wanted to pull her onto his lap. He had to end the torture, had to sink inside her  –  now.

"Why keep fighting me, Sierra. You want this just as badly. I'm not forcing you. I'm not demanding anything you don't want to give, so why don't you stop playing games and tell me what you want?" he said, his voice dropping an octave.

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Sierra felt his words all the way to her core. She did want him, desired him in a way that had to be unnatural. She just couldn't think when he spoke to her like that, used that tone of voice.

"You have to stop, Damien. This is wrong."

"Why, Sierra? Are you afraid of the passion between us? I've thought of little else but you for the past two weeks, because each day that I wake up, I smell your scent and it sends desire coursing through me. I come in at the end of the night, wanting to find you waiting for me, hungry, aching with need. If you want to play games, that's fine by me  –  I'll play all the games you want." His tone was melting her. She was falling quick.