walked closer and was
standing directly in front of me. I could feel the heat coming off his body and
I had to look up to meet his darkened eyes. He looked like a predator and
I froze. We stood there staring at each other for what felt like minutes and my
heart felt like it was going to come through my chest. He reached his
hand up to my face and starting tracing the outline of my bottom lip. I
couldn’t tell what he was thinking by the strange expression he had on his
face. He leaned over slowly and replaced his finger with his mouth.
His kiss was feather light but sensual. My traitorous body trembled again
and he softly laughed and ran his hand over the goose bumps that broke out on
my arms. He pulled back to look me in the eyes and I continued my statue
impression while he backed up to put a small amount of space between us.
“There
you go using that ‘boyfriend’ word again. Somehow, I don’t think
you are being very forthcoming with me, Damsel. Care to guess why I think
that?”
I
looked up at him and in an attempt to appear angry, I narrowed my eyes at him.
“I have no idea why you would think that, Daemon.” I angled my head to
the side. “I will tell you though, if you attempt any more funny business like
you did just a second ago, you’ll be lucky if you don’t walk out of here with
two black eyes.”
Daemon’s
eyes got wide and he suppressed a grin. “Can’t wait.”
I was
suddenly under the impression that Daemon wasn’t believing my cover. He
continued. “Although I’m thoroughly enjoying this back and forth that we are
having currently, I believe I brought you back here to answer a question, which
I very much would like to do.”
I was
confused for a second but then remembered what I had asked him while sitting at
the table. I started to chastise myself for having opened up that line of
questioning.
“You
wanted to know what I meant by saying ‘if you were my girl’.” He moved closer to me again and tilted my head up by
placing his finger underneath my chin. “If I had you, Paige, I would not
only be with you; but I would own you, I would control you, and I
would, in all ways, possess you.”
A
shocked laugh burst from my lips. “You would own me and control me. What
kind of crap line is that?! I mean, do women really fall for that
shit?” My laughter continued bubbling out. “I don’t know who you think
you’re talking to Daemon, but I believe you have me mistaken for the slutty
redhead you were with the other night.”
His
eyebrows shot up at that comment and he chuckled. “No. I don’t have
you mistaken for anyone, Damsel. I know exactly who I’m talking to at
this moment.”
I
crossed my arms over my chest and glared up at him. “Well, then it’s obvious
you’ve suffered an unfortunate head injury and have forgotten what I told you
about myself. NOBODY owns me or controls me or dictates my life in any
way. Besides, I don’t even know anything about you. For instance,
what is your last name?”
He gave
me a knowing look and answered. “Pierce.”
My head
shot up in shock at how easily he had given up that information. He
smiled and then continued explaining his statement.
“I
think you may be misunderstanding what I am saying. I wouldn’t dictate
your life and you’d be free to do whatever you like, but when you are in my
bed, you will do as I say, when I say it. Thus, the control. And if you
were in my bed, I’m not sure I could stand it if any other man touched you
again after that. Thus, I would own you from that moment forward.”
I
didn’t understand why he was telling me this. Even though I now had the
information that I needed and I should be walking back out to the club, my
curiosity got the best of me and I couldn’t help but question him further. This
was just too good to not fully discuss. “So, if I’m understanding you
correctly, if I were to sleep with you, you would own me or
standing directly in front of me. I could feel the heat coming off his body and
I had to look up to meet his darkened eyes. He looked like a predator and
I froze. We stood there staring at each other for what felt like minutes and my
heart felt like it was going to come through my chest. He reached his
hand up to my face and starting tracing the outline of my bottom lip. I
couldn’t tell what he was thinking by the strange expression he had on his
face. He leaned over slowly and replaced his finger with his mouth.
His kiss was feather light but sensual. My traitorous body trembled again
and he softly laughed and ran his hand over the goose bumps that broke out on
my arms. He pulled back to look me in the eyes and I continued my statue
impression while he backed up to put a small amount of space between us.
“There
you go using that ‘boyfriend’ word again. Somehow, I don’t think
you are being very forthcoming with me, Damsel. Care to guess why I think
that?”
I
looked up at him and in an attempt to appear angry, I narrowed my eyes at him.
“I have no idea why you would think that, Daemon.” I angled my head to
the side. “I will tell you though, if you attempt any more funny business like
you did just a second ago, you’ll be lucky if you don’t walk out of here with
two black eyes.”
Daemon’s
eyes got wide and he suppressed a grin. “Can’t wait.”
I was
suddenly under the impression that Daemon wasn’t believing my cover. He
continued. “Although I’m thoroughly enjoying this back and forth that we are
having currently, I believe I brought you back here to answer a question, which
I very much would like to do.”
I was
confused for a second but then remembered what I had asked him while sitting at
the table. I started to chastise myself for having opened up that line of
questioning.
“You
wanted to know what I meant by saying ‘if you were my girl’.” He moved closer to me again and tilted my head up by
placing his finger underneath my chin. “If I had you, Paige, I would not
only be with you; but I would own you, I would control you, and I
would, in all ways, possess you.”
A
shocked laugh burst from my lips. “You would own me and control me. What
kind of crap line is that?! I mean, do women really fall for that
shit?” My laughter continued bubbling out. “I don’t know who you think
you’re talking to Daemon, but I believe you have me mistaken for the slutty
redhead you were with the other night.”
His
eyebrows shot up at that comment and he chuckled. “No. I don’t have
you mistaken for anyone, Damsel. I know exactly who I’m talking to at
this moment.”
I
crossed my arms over my chest and glared up at him. “Well, then it’s obvious
you’ve suffered an unfortunate head injury and have forgotten what I told you
about myself. NOBODY owns me or controls me or dictates my life in any
way. Besides, I don’t even know anything about you. For instance,
what is your last name?”
He gave
me a knowing look and answered. “Pierce.”
My head
shot up in shock at how easily he had given up that information. He
smiled and then continued explaining his statement.
“I
think you may be misunderstanding what I am saying. I wouldn’t dictate
your life and you’d be free to do whatever you like, but when you are in my
bed, you will do as I say, when I say it. Thus, the control. And if you
were in my bed, I’m not sure I could stand it if any other man touched you
again after that. Thus, I would own you from that moment forward.”
I
didn’t understand why he was telling me this. Even though I now had the
information that I needed and I should be walking back out to the club, my
curiosity got the best of me and I couldn’t help but question him further. This
was just too good to not fully discuss. “So, if I’m understanding you
correctly, if I were to sleep with you, you would own me or
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