Ana slammed the car door shut behind her, her heels clicking furiously against the marble steps as she hurried to keep up with his brutal pace. By the time she crossed the threshold of the grand foyer, Damian was already halfway up the sweeping staircase, stripping off his suit jacket without looking back.
"Damian, slow down!" She demanded, gasping for air as she reached the top landing. "I’m talking to you!"
He didn’t speak until he pushed open the heavy double doors of the master bedroom. He tossed his jacket onto a velvet armchair and whirled around, his dark eyes instantly pinning her to the spot.
"Lock the door, Anastasia."
Ana stood defiantly in the doorway, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. "No. Not until you tell me what happened today. You owe me an explanation."
"I don’t owe you anything," Damian rumbled, taking a slow, predatory step toward her. The corporate billionaire was entirely gone; this was the dominant, dangerous man who ruled her behind closed doors. "You want to talk about what I owe you? Let’s talk about the reward you left unpaid last night."
Ana’s face flushed a deep crimson as the memory of the butler’s interruption flashed through her mind, but her anger kept her grounded. She took a step backward, but Damian closed the distance in a single, fluid motion.
His large hand shot out, wrapping securely around her waist and pulling her flush against his hard chest.
"You were so brave in the car, doll," Damian whispered, his deep baritone vibrating against her lips. "Flinging accusations, screaming about Vivian, grumbling like a spoiled child. Where did all that fire go?"
"Let go of me, Damian," Ana hissed, her hands pressing hard against his broad shoulders, pushing against his chest with everything she had. "You’re infuriating. You expect me to just submit after you used me as a pawn? After you left me out there to freeze?"
"I expect you to obey," Damian corrected flatly.
He bent down, attempting to claim her mouth, but Ana sharply jerked her head to the side. His lips brushed harshly against her cheek instead. She twisted in his grip, her fingers clawing at his arms as she struggled against his hold.
"I said stop!" She breathed, her voice trembling with raw frustration. "You don’t get to just turn me into a target at your office and then act like you own me the second we enter the bedroom!"
Damian’s jaw clenched, his grip tightening just enough to pin her arms between their bodies. He didn’t force the kiss again, but he didn’t release her either. He loomed over her, his dark eyes flashing with a dangerous, heavy impatience as he watched her defy him.
"You think fighting me changes anything, Anastasia?" He murmured, his voice dropping into a low, threatening rumble that vibrated right through her chest. "You’re still in my house. You’re still in my bedroom. And the longer you make me wait, the harder it’s going to be for you when I lose my patience."
"Then let’s see how long that pride lasts," Damian rumbled, his voice dropping into a dangerous, gravelly register.
Before Ana could scramble away, his large hand shot out, wrapping like an iron shackle around her ankle. With one ruthless yank, he dragged her across the silk sheets until she was flat on her back, her legs tangled in the duvet.
"Damian!" Ana gasped out, her hands flying up to push against his broad shoulders as his massive frame immediately pinned her down. "Let me go..."
He didn’t argue. Instead, he grabbed both of her wrists in a single, large hand and slammed them above her head, locking them against the mattress with immovable strength. His heavy weight settled directly between her thighs, his chest pressing her breasts through her clothes.
"You talk too much when you’re angry, doll," Damian growled, his dark eyes flashing with a ruthless, predatory hunger. "You want an apology? You want me to be gentle? You’re in the wrong bedroom."
Ana’s chest heaved, her eyes wide as she glared up at him, her knuckles turning white where he held her wrists captive. "You think you can just force me..."
"I don’t need to force you," Damian interrupted, a dark, wicked smirk pulling at his lips. "Your lips are screaming at me, but your pulse is hammering like a caged animal. You want this just as bad as I do."
With his free hand, he gripped the front of her silk work blouse. With one powerful, violent jerk, the buttons tore free, snapping open to reveal her pale skin and her dark lace bra beneath.
Ana let out a sharp gasp at the sudden exposure, the cool air of the bedroom hitting her heated skin. "Damian..."
He didn’t let her finish. He slammed his mouth onto hers in a bruising, possessive kiss. It was aggressive, dark, and utterly consuming.
His tongue invaded her mouth, plundering her warmth, swallowing her groans before she could turn them into protests. When she tried to bite his lip, Damian growled into her mouth, his grip on her wrists tightening so hard it made her whimper.
He broke the kiss just enough to trail his mouth down her jaw, his teeth nipping viciously at the sensitive spot on her neck, leaving a red mark that claimed her as his.
"Look at you," Damian whispered against her skin, his deep voice sending violent tremors straight to her core. "So mad at your master... yet your nipples are so hard they’re straining against this lace."
"You’re a monster," Ana breathed, her head tilting back as he bit down on her collarbone, a treacherous spike of heat shooting through her lower belly.
"Your monster," he corrected flatly.
He released her wrists, but before she could bring her hands down to cover herself, Damian slid his hand beneath her back and unhooked her bra with two fingers. He tore the silk straps off her arms, tossing the lace uselessly onto the floor.
"So beautiful..." His eyes darkened to pure abyss as he looked down at her completely exposed, aching chest. Without a second of hesitation, his large, calloused hand clamped over her bare breast, squeezing the soft flesh with a firm, demanding pressure that made Ana arch off the bed with a broken cry.
"Damian... please," she gasped, her hands coming up... not to push him away anymore, but digging her fingernails into his biceps as the sensory overload took over her mind.
"Please what?" Damian rumbled, leaning down to capture one flushed peak with his mouth. He pulled, tugged, and sucked on her breast until Ana was writhing beneath him, her anger completely drowning in a sea of raw, agonizing pleasure. "Please stop? Or please take this dress off and let me ruin you properly?"
"I hate you," Ana sobbed out, her hips instinctively twisting against him, searching for friction. "I hate how you do this to me..."
"Keep saying it," Damian growled against her skin, his hand sliding down to the zipper of her pencil skirt. He pulled it down with a sharp rasp, aggressively peeling the narrow fabric down her legs and kicking it off the edge of the bed.
Now she lay beneath him stripped down to nothing but her delicate lace underwear.
Damian’s dark eyes swept over her bare, trembling body, a look of pure, primal satisfaction washing over his sharp features. He sat back on his knees, his hands moving to his own clothes.
He unbuttoned his shirt with quick, furious movements, stripping it off to reveal his broad, heavily muscled chest, before reaching down to unbuckle his heavy leather belt.
The metallic clink of the buckle echoed sharply through the quiet room.
Ana lay there breathless, her face flushed crimson, her heart hammering against her ribs as she watched him strip down. The raw, masculine power radiating from him was intoxicating, completely paralyzing her anger.
Damian leaned back over her, his broad shoulders blocking out the ambient light of the room. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of her lace underwear, his fingers digging into her hips.
"You fought me all these times, Anastasia," Damian whispered, his dark gaze locking onto her flushed, unraveled face as he slowly dragged the wet lace down her thighs. "Now let’s see how well you fight me when I’m deep inside you."
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