Chapter 14

                                    

                                          
After breakfast Danny and James head to work and Dami carries back up to his room.
"I thought you were taking me to work today?"
"I am, but we have to get ready first." He deposits me on the bed before turning and heading towards his en-suit, slowly stripping. I get a nice view of his ass before his firmly shuts the bathroom door and turns the lock. I hear the shower turn on and I'm pleasantly surprised and a little offended that he didn't take me with him to shower. It's just a quick shower though, and I get to enjoy the show when he comes back out and starts to dress.
"You wear a full suit?" I ask, as he slips a thick black leather belt through the loops of a pair of grey slacks.
At this point I'm laying on my stomach, head resting in my hands, legs swinging in the air as I admire him, and he finally turns to smirk at me, "Only when pretty girls join me in the office."
"So you work in an office?"
"Of sorts." 
"What does that mean?"
"Enough questions." He stalks towards me and flips me over, crawling over me, he presses me into the mattress as he claims my mouth. I'm constantly trying to convince myself that these men are bad, evil, but surely someone whose soul is black and earmarked for hell couldn't kiss with such passion, sending me on a sensual path straight to heaven. He kisses me so tenderly that I feel all his emotions as his lips move against mine. Hunger. Desperation. Need. "I changed my mind. We're staying right here."
"But you promised." I whine, biting his lip.
"What I do is illegal." His hand travels up my side until he's pawing at my breast.
"I figured." His hand moves to my throat.
"And immoral." 
"Okay..." He increases the pressure on my throat and pulls back and stares at me for a moment, searching my face for any sign of repulsion. He doesn't say anything as those stormy grey eyes bore into mine. I squirm under his gaze, the increased pressure on my throat making me light-headed so that I can feel my pulse in my clit. I arch my back, grinding up into him; He growls and squeezes harder, forcing me to meet his eyes.
"I just don't want this to change your perception of me." He whispers and if I could focus on anything other that the desperate need building inside of me, I would have heard the shake in his voice, the vulnerability. His words wash over me and I just laugh and roll my eyes.
"Dami, you will always be this...feral animal to me." He pulls back abruptly, resting on his heels. He pauses again, searching my eyes and whatever he sees, causes him to become closed off. Those stormy eyes cool and he schools his face into a mask of cruel indifference. He yanks me up so I'm straddling his lap.
"Help me with my tie." I stare at him dumbfounded for a moment. God, the whiplash this man gives me. I tie his tie for him while he carefully watches every movement. Once it's done, he swoops me up into his arms and carries me back downstairs and into the kitchen. I look up at him confused but before I can voice my queries he takes us over to the far corner of the room, where tucked away behind the refrigerator is a door. Awkwardly, while still holding me, he pulls out a key from his pocket and unlocks the door.
"Last chance to change your mind. Once I'm down there I don't come back up until the job's finished."
"Will you at least tell me who you do?"
"I...gather information." He say with a smirk. My mind immediately threw two options at me, one I preferred significantly more than the other. The preferable option was that behind this door was some kind of computer cave, I pictured walls of screens and servers whirring, used to hack into government databases and access the dark web. The other option, which, as I looked into the feral eyes of the man who currently held me so carefully, was far more likely - was that this was a torture chamber.