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Damien gave her one of those raised brow looks--one that said, 'Are you for real?'

At this, she squeezed her hands tighter in prayer and stared him down with her best puppy dog eyes.

Eventually, he threw up his arms in defeat.

"Fine." He sighed. "You know this is going to end badly, though, right?"

Sienna conceded a small nod.

"Serious question time. In all honestly, how did it feel when he forced you to lick my boots?"

As he asked the question she glanced at his boots and felt her blood rush south. Weirdly, the memory turned her on, though, at the time, she had felt nothing other than humiliation.

"Embarrassed, I guess," she muttered, feeling her cheeks redden. The more she thought about it, the more aroused she became.

'Oh great,' she thought. 'Now I'm getting turned on by Damien.' It had to be his similarities to Adrian triggering this odd reaction. That, or the fact she was a hormonal mess at the minute.

"You shouldn't be. You aren't responsible for what he makes you do," Damien