All Chapters of Hooked After One Night Of Passion: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The thought of leaving him tugs at my heart in a tight pain. “Fuck!” I hear Damian groan from behind me. “What?” I ask, turning around. “You look fine in that dress, like damn hot, and you’re wearing those damn shoes again” “What?” I feel my face screw up. “Those red heels” he says, pointing to my feet. “You were wearing them at the airport. The day I met you” I can’t believe he remembers what I was wearing on my feet that day. “I was?” I ask obviously surprised. “Yes, you were. I want to see you wearing nothing but those shoes one day” he says seductively, narrowing his eyes at me. “Oh yeah?” “You’re fucking beautiful” he growled, still holding himself back. “Your skin, it just ... drinks up the light”I smile and say nothing. Instead, I stepped up to him, pulling his face down to mine, his mouth down to mine, his willing and ready tongue down to mine. He seizes me greedily, his hands digging into my flesh, his hips pressing an iron length

For the next few days my thoughts are solely about Emily. I’m desperate to see her again. I left Gerald’s house on Sunday with her madam’s business card, and I’ve spent the majority of my time finding out everything I can about Madam Anne Mcdwell, which isn’t much. It appears this woman goes to great lengths to cover her tracks. So why does her name sound so familiar? Like I’ve heard it somewhere. By Wednesday, I’m struggling to focus on my mounting workload. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve checked my phone, just hoping to see a text from Emily. By late afternoon it becomes apparent I’m probably not going to. If she’s not going to make the move, then I need too.Pulling out the card Gerald gave me, I dial Madam Anne’s number. Guilt consumes me as I wait for someone to answer. I feel like I’m breaking all the promises I made to myself growing up. I swore I’d never be anything like my father and resort to paying for sex. This isn’t really about that, though. While sex with Em

Damian’s hand tightens around mine as he places a soft kiss on the side of my head. “You have no idea how happy I am that you’re here, sweetheart” The sincerity behind his words warms my heart. I smile fully. “Come. We’ll put your bag in my room and I’ll give you a tour before we eat” “Do you live here all by yourself?” I ask as we walk up the stairs. “I do. Although I had my brother living here for a few years, but he has his own place now” “How old is your brother?” “Thirty, five years younger than me. We weren’t close growing up because of the age gap, but we are now”So he’s thirty five, he looks good for that age. Too good! “That’s nice. Don’t you get lonely living in this big house all on your own?” I say wondering how he copes with the solitude. “I like my privacy, but sometimes, I guess” he says with a shrug.When we reach his room door, he sets my bag down just outside the door. “I’m not sure if I trust myself having you in here right now

Her wish is my command. Moving off her to kneel on the floor beside the couch, I pull my shirt over my head. My gaze moves down to her waist as she shimmies her dress over her hips, revealing a tiny pair of pink lace panties. Fuck me. Does she realize how sexy she is? She crosses her arms over her torso, pulling her dress up and over her head in one swift motion. Her barely there pink bra cups her breasts perfectly, and I realize I’m in love with her tits. “You’re so beautiful” I whisper as I kiss a path up her leg. “Perfection” “Damian” she says breathlessly as her hands stroke over my hair. “Lie back” I command. My lips curve up against her skin when she does exactly as I ask. “As pretty as these are, sweetheart, they’ve gotta go” Sliding my fingers into the flimsy lace, I tear them effortlessly from her body, exposing her sweet pussy. My eyes hungrily drink her in.Breathtaking. I bunch up the lace in my hand before shoving it into my pocket. I’ll add these to

“You look beautiful” Gerald says, when Robert drops me at his house. The function we’re attending tonight is formal, so I’m wearing a gorgeous silver gown. It’s strapless with a bead-encrusted bodice above a skirt that falls softly to the floor in a wave of tiny pleats. The only jewellery I’m wearing is a pair of diamond stud earrings. My personal hairdresser has styled my hair into a loose low bun that sits at the nape of my neck. I feel like a princess. Getting to dress up on a regular basis is the only perk that comes with this job. “Thank you. You look rather dashing yourself” I say, when he kisses my cheek. There’s something about a man in a tuxedo, especially someone as handsome as Gerald. I can just imagine how dreamy Damian would look in one. “Is there anything special I need to know about tonight?” I ask him once we’re seated in the back of his limousine. “Nope. Just smile and look beautiful as always, leave the rest to me” “So be your arm candy, in other