Chapter 2 Bad Decisions

Damien's dark eyes flared with a sudden, dangerous intensity at her words, his grip on her waist tightening until she could feel the heat radiating through her clothes.

He liked the fire in her. Most women backed away or fluttered like nervous birds when he looked at them like this.

But Roxy? She leaned right into the danger, completely unaware of the trap she was walking into.

"Everything," Damien murmured, his voice a low, rough rasp that brushed against her skin like silk over a blade. "I have whatever you want."

Without breaking eye contact, he reached out with his free hand, pressing a black card key against the electronic lock of the suite door right beside them.

With a soft click, the heavy door swung open, revealing a massive, luxurious suite complete with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glowing city skyline.

Before Roxy could even process that he had unlocked a room right next to hers or entirely across the hall he swept her inside, kicking the door shut with a heavy thud that locked them away from the rest of the world.

Roxy's back hit the solid wood of the door, but Damien didn't crush her with his weight.

Instead, he caged her in, placing both palms flat against the door on either side of her head, leaning down so his face was inches from hers.

The scent of expensive cologne, sharp whiskey, and pure, raw power wrapped around her.

"You're playing a dangerous game, princess," Damien whispered, his thumb lightly tracing the curve of her jawline, his touch both gentle and terrifyingly possessive. "And you have no idea who you're messing with."

Roxy's pulse spiked, a strange mix of adrenaline and thrill shooting through her chest.

She refused to look away, tilting her chin up to meet his dark gaze head on, her smile dripping with sweet defiance.

"Oh, please," Roxy teased, her hands resting lightly on his broad chest, feeling the steady, heavy beat of his heart.

"I love dangerous games. What's the matter, big guy? Scared of a little trouble?"

Damien's smile vanished, replaced by a dark, hungry look that made the air in the room suddenly feel very thin.

He didn't answer her with words. Instead, his head dipped down, capturing her lips in a kiss that wasn't a request, it was a claim.

The kiss was heavy, demanding, and entirely consuming.

It swept away any lingering thoughts of her useless ex or her angry sister waiting across town.

Roxy's breath hitched in the back of her throat, her fingers curling automatically into the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back with a fierce, reckless matching energy.

He tasted like expensive whiskey and pure trouble, and for a girl who lived for the thrill of the edge, it was intoxicating.

Damien groaned low in his chest, a rough, dark sound of absolute satisfaction.

One of his large hands slid up from her waist, tangling firmly into her messy hair to tilt her head back and deepen the angle, while his other arm banded around her so tightly she felt completely fused to his frame.

He moved against her with a practiced, overwhelming dominance, making it entirely clear who was in control, even as Roxy fought back with every ounce of her own stubborn fire.

When they finally broke apart for air, Roxy's chest heaved, her lips swollen and her green eyes flashing with wild adrenaline.

Damien's gaze was locked onto her mouth, his pupils blown wide in the dim light of the penthouse entryway.

He looked like a man who had just found water in a desert and had no intention of ever letting go.

"Damn it," Damien murmured against her skin, pressing a hot, lingering kiss to the sensitive spot just below her jaw, making a delicious shiver run down her spine. "You are going to be the death of me."

"Good thing I'm an expert at surviving, then," Roxy breathed out, her voice a little breathless despite her best efforts to sound entirely cool and collected.

He pulled back just enough to look down into her eyes, that slow, wicked smirk returning to his lips.

Without a single word of warning, he swept one arm under her knees and hoisted her effortlessly into his arms.

Roxy let out a startled gasp, her hands flying up to grip his shoulders.

"Hey! Put me down, I can walk," she protested half-heartedly, though she didn't actually fight him off.

"Not a chance," Damien replied smoothly, carrying her deeper into the expansive suite toward the king-sized bed overlooking the glowing, sleepless city skyline.

"We are just getting started."

The room was heavy with a silent, breathless tension. Damien hovered above her, his broad frame crowding her space, his chest heaving as he looked down at Roxy's flushed, defiant face.

Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs, not out of fear, but from the intoxicating rush of the chase.

She looked up at him, a wicked, challenging glint in her eyes, her hands resting firmly on his broad shoulders.

"Alright stranger..." she breathed, her voice dripping with a sultry, reckless thrill. "Show me what you've got."

A dark smirk flickered across his lips, his eyes flashing with answering hunger. He leaned down, placing a firm, bruising kiss right beneath her jawline that made her gasp.

"Careful what you ask for," he murmured against her throat, his hands sliding down to trail possessively over her hips. "You wanted the thrill."

His words sent a wave of pure electricity straight to her core. Roxy loved the danger, loved the friction of matching wits with a man just as ruthless as she was.

Damien didn't give her another second to think. He claimed her mouth again, harder this time, his tongue demanding entry as his hand slid beneath the fabric of her clothes, stripping away the final barrier between them.

When his bare skin met hers, a sharp gasp ripped from Roxy's throat, fueling her adrenaline.

Damien was relentless, and she thrived on it.

He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his fingers locking around hers in a bruising grip that left zero room for retreat.

His gaze held hers, fierce and unyielding, refusing to let her look away.

"It's Damien by the way" he said, his voice a low, primal vibration against her skin.

He drove into her in one swift, punishing thrust, sinking deep until there was no space left between them.

Roxy arched her back violently off the bed, a high, ragged cry escaping her lips as pleasure and heat exploded through her entire body.

Her toes curled into the sheets. Damien didn't give her time to recover, he instantly set a heavy, unforgiving rhythm, driving into her again and again with a fierce, possessive power that shattered her mind to pieces.

The bed frame creaked loudly against the wall, echoing the frantic beat of her heart.

She dug her fingernails into his forearms, riding every wave of friction, lifting her hips to meet every brutal strike he delivered.

He was relentless, his chest slick with sweat, his jaw clenched tight as he pushed her further and further past her limits.

Every thrust was a claim. Every breathless groan he let out against her skin felt like a vow.

"Ah...please...no more..." she choked out, her head tossing back against the pillows as the overwhelming tension built tightly in her lower stomach.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice dark and demanding as he picked up the pace, going faster, deeper, leaving her completely undone beneath him. "Look at me when you break."

She locked her eyes onto his. Seeing the raw, obsessive hunger burning in his dark gaze was the final trigger.

A loud, shattered scream tore from her throat as the climax ripped through her body like an electric current.

Waves of intense, blinding pleasure crashed over her, making her inner walls pulse tightly around him.

Damien let out a deep, groan driving into her one last, deep time before sinking completely into her heat, his body trembling violently above hers as he released inside her.

He collapsed against her chest, his heavy weight pressing her into the mattress, his rapid heartbeat hammering against her own.

He kept himself buried deep inside her, his arms wrapped around her waist in a tight, suffocating grip, refusing to let her go even a fraction of an inch.

Roxy wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, resting her forehead against his wet neck, breathing in his scent as the quiet settled back into the dark room.

Tomorrow, they'd both go their separate ways.