It all felt too intense, too consuming with Damian. How the hell was she ever going to get enough of him, after this first explosive eruption of their mind and soul?
*
It felt like an eternity had passed, but it had really been just a little under an hour. Reality dawned the moment Damian slowly pulled out of her and then drew her in for a tight embrace, taking her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. It was the sensation of being claimed that had Hanna pushing against him with determination. He sighed and let her go, thankfully. She turned away as he went into the bathroom, returning moments later to find her dressed and tugging on her shoes.
“I need to…go back to my room and freshen up for the meeting,” she said stiltedly, not looking at him. “We only have about fifteen more minutes…”
“Hanna.”
That one word, her name on his lips in that tone did impossible things to places that still ached and twitched at the juncture of her thighs. He came up to her, unabashedly naked and she didn’t know where to look. Her eyes fell on the rumpled sheets and she couldn’t look at them either so her eyes flew up defiantly to meet his.
“I need to go,” she said, her tone more firm.
“I get that,” Damian said patiently, his fingers combing through her hair. “But we still have to make time to talk. About us. I told you, you’re mine now. I won’t let you go.”
Hanna was already shaking her head vehemently. “I’m sorry. This shouldn’t have happened.” Tears pricked her eyes and she wasn’t sure why she was crying. Shame, disgust at herself, confusion? It was hard to tell.
“Damn, Hanna. Don’t cry. If I hurt you…”
“There’s no ‘if’ about that,” she bit out, finding her voice again. “But that’s okay. What just took place…it doesn’t matter. Because Chet warned me this would happen. That we’d sleep together. I just…I can’t understand how he could have known. How he saw right through me…”
“Don’t think about him,” Damian gritted out. “He has nothing to do with us.”
Hanna’s eyes hardened as she stared into his eyes. “There is no and can never be an ‘us’. A single romp in your bed doesn’t make me your property, Damian. Nothing has really changed between you and me. If you think I…”
“You’re angry, I understand,” Damian said, eyes narrowing, and as he would have gripped her hand she backed away with a grunt of loathing.
“No; you need to understand this: I still love my boyfriend. I know I’ve messed up, just like he suspected but I’m going to try and win him back. You’ve had your little conquest, Damian Rush but now it’s done. I’ll hand in my resignation first thing Monday.”
And before he could respond, she stalked out of the room, the door slamming behind her with force.
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Hanna rushed into her room like the devil himself was after her. Thankfully, Damian didn’t follow.
She stripped off again and went in to shower, telling herself she needed to wash Damian’s imprints off her.
Minutes later, she exited the bathroom and quickly got dressed. They just might be a little late for the meeting but that couldn’t be helped, she thought grimly. If Damian tried to give her any grief about being just a few minutes behind schedule, she’d…
Hanna let out a deflated sigh as a sudden feeling of powerlessness gave over her. Just what could she do? She’d already succumbed her body to the one man she loathed in the world. She’d given him more power over her and she couldn’t see any way to make him pay for the hell he’d put her through.
She found her phone and saw that there were several missed calls from Chet. Her heart thudded as she remembered the parting words she told Damian. I’m still in love with my boyfriend. I’m going to try to win him back.
She closed her eyes briefly and sighed, letting all the stress of the past hour seep out of her. She wasn’t ready to talk to Chet yet, and