Chapter 259

Of course, she had never been able to resist a dare, especially when it came to riling, or in this case, arousing Darian.

He had even held out for a few minutes.

Her skin on fire, her body craving him, she had refused to back down. She had touched herself, her breasts first, rolling her aching nipples between her fingers, imagining it was those rough fingers of his. like he had begged her to do that first night.

A dark color streaked his cheeks, and the pen he had been holding to make notes had clattered to the ground. But still, he hadn’t given in.

Her throat had felt like parched paper, her grasp on her emotions tenuous at best. She had become a slave to his will. Even worse, she had become a slave to her own need for him.

She threw her hair back, as she had seen one of the models wearing her own creation, and strutted farther into the room. He had lasted another two seconds before he had minimized the screen, marched to her, picked her up, called her his doom, and thrown her agains