“Why isn’t it a good idea, Sierra? We obviously burn for each other. We explode when our bodies connect. Why not explore it, enjoy one another? We’re going to be together for a long time, so it will happen no matter how much you try and deny it. You can’t fight this thing between us. You can’t fight me and win. I always win, Sierra – always!”

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.

“I don’t want to play games. I…I need air,” Sierra told him as his hand moved to the handle.

“Where are you going?” he demanded, all seduction leaving his tone.

“Wherever I feel like,” Sierra snapped. Exhilaration filled her as she realized he was the first man she’d ever so openly defied.

“You’re not leaving. We haven’t finished this,” he said, his voice oddly calm, though the anger fueled his words.

“You can’t stop me.”

“Sierra, I swear if you run off –” He suddenly stopped as if trying to compose himself.

Sierra felt a twinge of alarm at the implied threat of his command. Old habits die hard. If she’d ever argued like this with her father, he would’ve beaten her to a pulp. She knew Damien wouldn’t hit her – she didn’t know how she knew, but she just did.

Sierra didn’t give him a chance to finish the rest of his statement. She opened the door and jumped from the car. Not taking any chances, she started running toward the trailhead straight ahead.

For a few brief moments she thought she’d actually achieved her goal – that she’d gotten away. At least she did until she heard footsteps quickly approaching from behind only seconds before Damien’s hand snagged her around the waist and lifted her in the air.

She thought about crying out, but she didn’t have a chance. Within seconds she was cradled against his chest and his mouth descended.

She didn’t even have time to take a breath of air before his mouth sucked all protests away. He kissed her long and hard, his tongue quickly slipping inside her mouth and tangling with hers. She felt the movement from Damien’s footsteps, knowing he was going somewhere but she was lost in the moment and couldn’t focus on anything else but being in his arms again.

“You make me burn. One minute I want to throttle you, and then the next I want to make you submit to me. Just remember, Sierra, I love a good chase. You can run from me anytime you want, because I’ll always catch you. Lucky for you, the punishment will be mutually satisfying,” Damien said with a wicked gleam in his eye before he set her down and gripped her blouse.

Her cotton shirt went flying behind her seconds before she felt the clasp of her bra unhook inviting the cool evening air to touch her exposed nipples.

She looked around in panic, afraid someone was going to walk by at any moment. She realized they were in the middle of the brush and she was sitting on a large fallen tree. As the sun started dropping in the sky, vibrant colors casting shadows across Damien’s now naked chest, desire consumed her.

She should refuse him, not allow him to cart her off into the woods and ravish her body. As his face descended and his mouth grasped her nipple, all thoughts of fleeing evaporated. She groaned as he sucked her sensitive tip into his mouth and washed it with his tongue.

“Yes, this is what I need,” he cried as he lifted his head and moved to her other breast. He sucked her nipple deep inside his mouth before lightly clamping his teeth down, causing a surge of wetness to soak her panties.

“Please, just take me, Damien,” she begged as her thighs opened, her body instinctively knowing what she needed.

His hands drifted to her pants, and he quickly undid them, stripping her naked in seconds before laying her down on the moss covered log. The coolness of the moss felt incredible as her body went up in flames.

He quickly stripped his own clothes, his erection standing proudly in front of her. With no thought but a need to taste him, Sierra reached out and gripped his silken rod.

Before he could protest, she wrapped her lips around him, tasting the salty desire on the solid tip of his shaft.

Damien groaned as he reached down and pushed her legs apart as he skimmed his fingers across her swollen folds. She cried out around the fullness of his arousal. He knew how to make her lose her mind with nothing more than a few brushes of his hand.

Within a minute, Sierra exploded, her mouth clamping tightly around his solid shaft, her body a trembling mess as she shattered repeatedly. He pulled from her before she could hurt him and she gasped as she pled for mercy.

“No more,” she begged, the pleasure so intense it almost hurt.

“Oh, Sierra, there’s plenty more,” he growled as he stood, lifting her easily in his arms. He set her on a higher log, perfectly aligning her heat with his swollen manhood.

“Yes, I want you in me,” she said as he pushed against her. This is what she needed. His hands ran up her sides, his fingers skimming her quivering flesh as he rubbed his arousal against the outside of her heat, making her want to scream.

“Now, Damien. Take me now,” she commanded him as she gripped his head and pulled him closer to her. She was through playing. She wanted his body buried in hers.

“I thought you said no more, Sierra,” he taunted as he kissed the corner of her mouth, his tongue moistening her dry lips.

“No, I want more. Please, Damien. Please give me more,” she begged. She didn’t care. She needed him.

At her pleas, he stopped taunting her and with a smooth, strong push, he buried himself deep inside her heat, nearly lifting her from the log with the power of his thrust.

“Yes, like that. More,” she panted as he pulled out and quickly pushed back inside.

“You’re so hot, Sierra, so hot and tight. I can barely think when I’m buried inside you. I want nothing more than to pound against you so hard you won’t be able to move for a week,” he panted as his movement quickened.

“Yes, do it hard, Damien,” she encouraged.

He groaned as his hands gripped her hips roughly and he began thrusting his hips quickly in and out of her wet heat. She felt the build-up of another orgasm, welcomed the pressure starting in her stomach and radiating outward.

Her body tensed as his steel penetrated her, moving in and out in lightening quick movements, touching her to the very depths of her womanhood. She felt her body gripping him tighter, felt his smooth rod filling every available inch of space inside her.