CHAPTER 12

Sienna groaned softly as her eyes fluttered open.

The room was dimly lit, the only glow coming from the digital clock on the nightstand. 7:30 PM.

Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest.

She had work.

She tried to sit up, but the soreness between her thighs made her wince. Damian had taken her again and again until she physically couldn't move anymore.

She sucked in a sharp breath and tried again, this time slower.

Just as she was about to slip out of bed, a strong, warm arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against a solid chest.

“Sleep some more,” Damian murmured, his voice husky from sleep.

Sienna swallowed hard, her body betraying her as heat pooled low in her stomach. His voice alone did things to her, dangerous things.

"I need to go to work," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Damian only tightened his hold on her, his bare chest pressing against her back. "You’re not going anywhere."

"Damian—"

"I’m the one who signs your paycheck," he interrupted smoothly. "Listen to me and stay. I’ll find someone to cover for you."

"But Marco—" she protested.

"I’ll go," she said firmly.

He sighed, clearly displeased. “You’re tired, Sienna.”

"I can handle it."

He was quiet for a moment, then he rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. "You’re stubborn as hell."

"You only figured that out now?" she teased.

His lips quirked, but then he sat up, the sheets sliding down his torso, revealing his toned chest. Her eyes lingered on the sharp lines of his abs before she caught herself and looked away.

"Fine," he said. "But I’m dropping you off."

Sienna sighed. "Damian, it’s a five-minute walk—"

"Did I ask?" His voice was firm, final.

She groaned, throwing the sheets off her body and getting up. As she moved, she suddenly remembered something—her swimsuit was still in his living room.

Shit.

She turned, giving Damian one last look before quickly slipping out of his bedroom and crossing the hallway to her own apartment.

Once inside, she took a long, hot shower, trying to wash away the soreness, but no matter how much she scrubbed, the marks Damian left on her refused to disappear.

She dried herself off, put on her uniform—a black fitted dress and heels—and grabbed her things.

By the time she stepped outside, Damian was already leaning against his sleek black car, waiting.

He opened the passenger door for her, a smug look on his face as she climbed in.

"See?" he said. "Not so hard to let me take care of you, is it?"

She rolled her eyes. "You’re impossible."

His smirk deepened as he started the car. "And yet, you keep ending up in my bed."

She hated how that sent a shiver down her spine.

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At the Club

When they arrived at the club, Marco was already behind the bar, cleaning glasses.

Sienna sighed in relief—at least she wasn’t late.

She slipped out of the car quickly, hoping to put some space between herself and Damian before anyone noticed—

But of course, he followed.

She didn’t miss the way Marco’s eyes went wide when he spotted them together.

Then his gaze dropped to her neck.

Sienna’s stomach sank.

Shit.

Before she could adjust her hair to cover the hickey, Marco’s lips curled into a knowing smirk.

“Well, well, well,” he drawled, placing the glass down. “I was wondering when you two would finally give in.”

Sienna’s cheeks burned. "Shut up, Marco."

Damian, on the other hand, looked completely unbothered as he slid onto a barstool and tapped the counter. "Sweet and sour drink."

Marco’s smirk widened. "Oh, so now you’re drinking here? Sticking around for a while?"

"Something like that," Damian murmured, glancing at Sienna.

Marco winked at her. "You must be something special, Sienna. The boss never sticks around unless he’s interested."

Sienna shot him a glare, but Marco only chuckled, sliding Damian his drink before turning his attention to a group of customers.

As the night went on, she tried her best to focus on work—but it was impossible with Damian watching her.

And of course, as usual, the women noticed him.

It was infuriating how every single one of them found a way to flirt shamelessly with him, touching his arm, whispering things in his ear.

Sienna tried to ignore it.

She really did.

But when a brunette in a tight red dress ran her fingers down his chest, leaning in close, her patience snapped.

She slammed a glass onto the counter, harder than necessary.

Marco, who had been watching the entire thing with pure amusement, leaned in. "Jealous?"

"No."

He snorted. "Yeah, sure."

Sienna took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

Damian wasn’t hers.

This wasn’t anything serious.

She had no right to be jealous.

And yet—

Her hands curled into fists as she glanced back at him, catching his smug expression.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

And he was enjoying it.

Sienna exhaled sharply.

Two could play this game.

She turned to a group of male customers at the end of the bar, flashing them her sweetest smile.

"Can I get you boys anything?" she asked, her voice sickly sweet.

One of them, a tall guy with messy blond hair, leaned forward, grinning. "A drink, and maybe your number?"

Sienna laughed lightly, brushing her hair back, making sure to tilt her neck slightly, exposing the hickey Damian left.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Damian’s jaw tighten.

The blond guy took out his phone. "So, what do you say?"

Before she could answer, a large hand suddenly gripped her wrist.

Sienna barely had time to react before Damian pulled her away from the bar.

"What the hell—"

He ignored her.

Marco, of course, was laughing. "Oh, now it’s getting interesting."

Sienna glared at him before turning back to Damian, who was leading her toward a quieter part of the club.

"What do you think you’re doing?" she snapped.

Damian stopped, spinning her around so quickly she almost lost her balance.

His grip tightened on her waist, pulling her flush against him.

"You really think I’d let you flirt with another man after last night?" he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.

Sienna’s breath hitched.

"You’re mine, Sienna," he whispered. "And I don’t share."

Her heart slammed against her ribs.

Sienna crossed her arms, tilting her chin up defiantly. “Well, you were letting those women touch you.”

Damian’s dark eyes locked onto hers, unreadable yet intense. His grip on her waist remained firm, but she refused to back down. If he thought he could get jealous when she flirted with other men but expected her to stand there and watch as women draped themselves all over him, he had another thing coming.

“Letting them?” Damian echoed, his tone dripping with amusement. “I didn’t let them do anything, Sienna.”

She scoffed. “Oh, so they were touching you against your will?”

His lips twitched, but there was something dangerous lurking behind his amusement. “If I recall correctly, I wasn’t the one laughing and twirling my hair for another man.”

Sienna clenched her jaw. “That’s different.”

Damian raised an eyebrow. “How?”

“Because—” she faltered, realizing she didn’t actually have an answer.

Damian leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “I don’t let them touch me the way I let you.”

Her stomach did a violent flip, but she refused to let it show. She stared up at him, standing her ground. “Doesn’t change the fact that they still try. And you don’t stop them.”

“I don’t stop them because I don’t care about them.” His voice dropped lower. “I care about you.”

Sienna’s breath caught in her throat, and before she could respond, Marco’s voice cut through the tension.

“You two done eye-fucking each other, or should I give you the storage room?”

Sienna groaned, shoving Damian away. “I need to get back to work.”

Damian smirked but didn’t stop her this time. “I’ll be waiting.”

She rolled her eyes and walked back to the bar, ignoring Marco’s smug expression.

By the time her shift was over, she was exhausted. She stretched her arms over her head, relieved that she could finally go home and sleep.

Before heading out, she made a quick stop at the staff bathroom to freshen up.

But as soon as she stepped inside, she froze.

Standing by the mirrors were three waitresses she recognized all too well.

Alina, Tessa, and Grace.

The trio of women who had, just a few nights ago, been gossiping about how amazing it would be to date Damian.

Sienna had rolled her eyes at their conversation back then, thinking nothing of it.

But now?

Now, she knew they had definitely seen what happened between her and Damian earlier.

And judging by the way they turned to look at her, their expressions twisted with jealousy and contempt, she knew this wasn’t going to be a pleasant encounter.

“Well, well, well,” Alina sneered, crossing her arms. “If it isn’t the boss’s latest toy.”

Sienna arched an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

Tessa scoffed, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. “Don’t play dumb. We saw you all over Damian tonight.”

Grace smirked. “Yeah. And the way he kissed you? Bold move for someone who claims she’s not after his money.”

Sienna’s irritation flared. She should’ve known this was coming.

She forced a smile. “If I were after his money, don’t you think I’d be doing a terrible job at it? I still work my shifts, don’t I?”

Alina rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. You think you’re so special, don’t you?”

Sienna shrugged. “I don’t think I’m special. But I know I’m the one he takes to his bed every night. Which is a lot more than any of you can say.”

Tessa’s face twisted in anger. “You’re shameless.”

Sienna let out a short laugh. “And you’re just jealous.”

Grace stepped forward, glaring. “Jealous of what? Being another notch on his bedpost?”

Sienna smirked. “No, jealous because while you sit around fantasizing about what it’d be like to be with him, I actually know. I know how his hands feel gripping my waist. I know the way he whispers filth into my ear. I know how he sounds when he’s losing control.”

Alina’s nostrils flared, and Tessa let out a small gasp, her face going red.

Sienna leaned in slightly, lowering her voice just enough to taunt them further.

“And that’s something you’ll never have.”

Tessa clenched her fists. “You think this means something? You think you’re different? Damian goes through women like water.”

Sienna tilted her head. “And yet, here I am, in his bed while you’re in the bathroom crying about it.”

Grace let out a sharp laugh. “You think you’ll last? You’re nothing but a passing phase.”

Sienna smirked. “Then why are you so mad?”

Silence.

That’s what she thought.

She turned on her heel and walked out of the bathroom, leaving them fuming.

As soon as she stepped outside, she saw Damian leaning against his car, arms crossed.

The moment their eyes met, he smirked.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

Sienna exhaled, walking up to him. “Yeah. Just had to deal with some bitter waitresses.”

His smirk widened. “Let me guess. Alina, Tessa, and Grace?”

She raised an eyebrow. “You knew?”

Damian chuckled. “I know when women want me. I also know when they hate the fact that I don’t want them back.”

Sienna shook her head. “Well, they definitely hate me now.”

He reached out, pulling her closer by the waist. “Good.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Good?”

He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers. “I like when people know you’re mine.”

Sienna swallowed, trying to ignore the way her heart thundered at his words.

She was in deep trouble.

But for some reason, she didn’t want to get out.

Got it! Here’s the next chapter with a slow, intimate moment between them.

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Sienna followed Damian into his apartment, feeling strangely comfortable despite the fact that just hours ago, they had been tangled in bed together, their bodies pressed against each other in ways she never thought possible.

She had told him—no sex. Her body was sore, and she needed a break, and to her surprise, he had agreed without complaint. Now, here she was, in his apartment, still trying to wrap her head around the fact that he could cook.

“You can really cook?” she asked as she leaned against the kitchen counter, watching him roll up his sleeves and wash his hands.

Damian shot her a smirk. “You sound so surprised.”

She raised an eyebrow. “I am.”

He chuckled, reaching for the ingredients he had taken from the fridge. “My mother taught me. She said I needed to learn because someone’s daughter out there won’t be my mother.”

Sienna smiled at that. “She sounds like a smart woman.”

“She was,” Damian said, but then, just as quickly as he had let that slip, he changed the subject. “Are you allergic to anything?”

Sienna caught the way he had avoided talking about his mother, and for some reason, it made her feel… disappointed. She wasn’t sure why. It’s not like they were in a relationship. There was no name for what they were. She had no right to expect him to open up to her.

She quickly composed herself, brushing the feeling away.

“No, no allergies,” she replied.

“Good.”

And just like that, Damian focused on the food, moving through the kitchen like a man who had done this a thousand times before. She watched as he chopped vegetables with precision, seasoned the meat with confidence, and moved from one task to the next effortlessly.

“Damn,” she muttered under her breath.

“What?” he asked, smirking as if he had caught her staring.

Sienna rolled her eyes. “Nothing.”

“Uh-huh.”

She sat on one of the barstools, watching him work in silence. The smell of sizzling garlic and butter filled the air, making her stomach grumble. She realized that she hadn’t eaten much throughout the day, too caught up in her own thoughts.

Damian glanced at her. “Hungry?”

“Starving,” she admitted.

“Good. That means you’ll appreciate my cooking even more.”

She snorted. “Confident, aren’t you?”

“Always.”

They didn’t talk much after that. Damian focused on cooking, and Sienna let herself enjoy the moment, letting the warmth of the apartment and the sound of the knife hitting the cutting board lull her into a strange sense of peace.

It felt… normal.

That was dangerous.

A few minutes later, he plated their food and set it in front of her. The dish looked amazing—grilled steak with roasted potatoes and a side of sautéed vegetables.

Sienna picked up her fork, taking a bite, and her eyes widened.

“Holy shit,” she muttered.

Damian smirked, sitting across from her. “Good?”

She swallowed, pointing her fork at him. “Okay, I take it back. You’re actually a great cook.”

He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

They ate in silence, the tension between them much more subdued than usual. It was almost… comfortable.

When they were done, Sienna leaned back, sighing in satisfaction.

“I can’t believe you actually cooked for me.”

Damian leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table. “Would you have preferred takeout?”

She smirked. “No, this was better.”

“Good.”

For a moment, they just stared at each other, an unspoken understanding passing between them.

Sienna wasn’t sure what this was between them, but for now, she didn’t want to think too hard about it.

Maybe, for once, she could just enjoy the moment.

Sienna leaned back into the plush couch, swirling the wine in her glass as she stared at the TV screen. She wasn’t really paying attention to whatever was playing. Her mind was elsewhere—specifically on the man sitting next to her. Damian, with his whiskey glass in hand, sat comfortably beside her, one arm draped over the back of the couch, dangerously close to her shoulders.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the TV casting flickering shadows on his face. He looked calm, relaxed even, but Sienna wasn’t fooled. She had learned by now that Damian was always thinking, always calculating his next move. And tonight, she could feel it—he was up to something.

She took another sip of wine, keeping her eyes on the screen, refusing to acknowledge the warmth of his presence next to her. But then, as if on cue, his fingers brushed over her thigh—just a ghost of a touch, light enough to seem accidental but deliberate enough to send a jolt through her body.

She stiffened, her heart skipping a beat.

"Relax," Damian murmured, his voice smooth and teasing. "You're acting like I bit you."

Sienna scoffed, side-eyeing him. "I wouldn’t be surprised if you did."

Damian smirked, taking a slow sip of his whiskey before setting the glass down on the table. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto her like a predator watching its prey. "Would you complain?"

She let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. "You are insufferable."

"And yet, here you are," he murmured, his fingers trailing higher on her thigh.

Sienna swallowed hard, gripping her glass a little tighter. She shouldn’t let him get to her. Not again. Not after the way she had already given in to him so many times before.

"I thought we were watching a movie," she said, forcing nonchalance into her tone.

"We were." His hand slid a little higher, his touch burning through the thin fabric of her shorts. "But I found something much more interesting to focus on."

Her breath hitched.

"Damian..." she started, but he cut her off by shifting even closer, his fingers teasing just above her knee.

"You like this," he said, his voice deep and knowing. "I know you do."

Sienna turned to him, intending to push him away, to put him in his place, but the second she met his gaze, she knew she was screwed. His eyes burned with something raw, something consuming.

Damn him.

She should stop this.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she let him pull her closer, let his lips graze over her jaw, her neck. Her breath came out shaky, betraying her resolve.

"You shouldn’t do this," she whispered, though her voice lacked conviction.

"And yet..." His lips brushed against the sensitive spot just below her ear. "You're not stopping me."

Sienna shivered, cursing her own weakness. Damian was dangerous—not just because of the way he dominated a room, but because of the way he dominated her without even trying.

Before she could talk herself out of it, his lips captured hers in a slow, teasing kiss. It wasn’t rushed or aggressive this time. No, this was different. This was Damian making a point—showing her just how much he controlled her body without needing to force anything.

Sienna melted into him, the kiss deepening, her hands moving on their own, gripping his shirt as if to anchor herself. His hand slid up her back, pulling her closer until she was nearly straddling his lap.

"You taste like wine," he murmured against her lips.

"And you taste like whiskey," she shot back, before pulling him in again.

The kiss turned desperate, his tongue sliding against hers, his hands exploring every inch of her. The heat between them grew unbearable, and before she realized what was happening, Damian was gripping her hips, pressing her down against him.

Sienna gasped, feeling just how much he wanted her.

But then he pulled back slightly, his lips curving into a wicked smirk.

"But your mouth isn’t sore," he murmured.

Sienna blinked, breathless, her mind foggy with lust. "What?"

"If I can’t fuck you tonight," he said, brushing his thumb against her lower lip, "then you can suck it."

Her breath caught in her throat.

"You..." she started, but words failed her.

Damian tilted his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. "What? You’re acting shocked. But we both know you’re thinking about it."

Sienna swallowed, her heart pounding. He wasn’t wrong. The idea of it sent a fresh wave of heat through her, but admitting that would give him too much power.

"You think too highly of yourself," she said, trying to sound indifferent.

Damian chuckled, his fingers running up her thigh again. "Do I?"

She clenched her jaw, trying to keep her composure, but he was watching her too closely, waiting for her to break.

"Damian..." she warned.

"Say no, then." His voice was low, challenging.

She opened her mouth but hesitated.

He smirked. "That’s what I thought."

Sienna hated him. Hated the way he knew her too well. Hated the way she couldn’t bring herself to push him away.

Damian leaned in again, his lips brushing against her ear. "Come on, Sienna," he murmured. "Be a good girl for me.” She sighed.

“Fine.”

“Good, get on your knees.” He said. She rolled her eyes but she did anyway, he unzipped his pants. “Take it out yourself.” He said. She sighed, it's not like it was her first time doing something like this but she felt nervous…and shy. It's like she had never done this before.

She slid his hand in his underwear and she gasped when she touched it. She had seen it the previous night, but touching it was something else. She glanced at him and back at his cock. She took it out. And she leaned in slowly, closing her eyes and she wrapped her mouth around it.

She started sucking him slowly but Damian was impatient, he grabbed her by her hair making her do it faster and deeper she almost gagged. “fuck.” Damian mumbled. “Can you swallow?”Damian asked. Sienna quickly stopped.

“No, I can't.” she said. He smirked. And he shrugged his shoulders.

“Okay, go on.” he said.

“Tell me when you are about to finish.” She said. He nodded his head, but she knew better than to trust him because he didn't keep his promise, if she was a second too late he would have unloaded in her mouth. She withdrew before he did. He laughed.

“Fuck you.” She said.

“I was about to tell you but you were just too good I couldn't talk.” He was obviously lying.

“You are…evil.”

“I know baby, I know.” She sighed rolling her eyes, and she sat back down next to him.