Page 156 of Damián

He takes a step away, leaving me dizzy, my chest heaving as I struggle to catch my breath. I blink up at him, completely dazed by how good that felt.

“I’m one hundred percent not complaining,” I pant, “but where the hell did that come from?”

“Let’s just say I discovered a new favorite kink.” Damián gives me a quick kiss and smiles. “Blackmailing-Boss Oliver is so fucking hot.”

I burst out laughing, throwing my head back against the car window as the sheer absurdity of a former CIA having a kink for a blackmailer washes away all the tension from dealing with Jenkins.

“I am very glad you liked it,” I say, still smiling as I look up at him. “Does that mean you’ll finally tell me where we are going now?”

“Nice try, mi cielo. But no.”

He reaches out, grabbing my hips to move me out of the way so he can open the passenger door. I glare at him, narrowing my eyes to convey my annoyance, but I still slide into the seat.

The drive is a bit longer than I expected. After thirty minutes of circling different roads, Damián pulls over, and we switch cars, just in case. Then, we drive for another half hour before turning onto a private road that is lined by tall oak trees.

Damián stops in front of a wrought-iron gate, opens his glove compartment, takes out a controller, and opens the gate.

“Fancy!”

“You have no idea…” He grins and drives along the path that’s surrounded by trees.

The beautiful trees are so tall and leafy that they make it seem like we are in a magical tunnel to Narnia… And I think we just arrived in a mystical, magical land, because at the end of the tree-tunnel is the most gorgeous white Antebellum mansion I have ever seen.

Its long columns and wrap-around porches look like something pulled straight out of a romance movie.

“Oh my God… are we meeting the Salvatore brothers? Is that your surprise?… Are we having a foursome?” I tease, and he laughs.

“First of all, I’ll pretend you know who the Salvatore brothers are from the books I lent you, and not because you watched the show,” he says, and I nod.

…Which of course is B.S.

I mean, yeah, I started with his books, but when I saw the show’s cast… Wow!

Let’s say I’m already in season five, but I haven’t opened book two.

“And second of all, the most important point of all,” he continues. “No foursomes, or threesomes, or shit. The only man who gets to touch you is me.”

“Fine… No Salvatore foursome,” I smile, sticking my head out of the window. “But seriously, where the hell are we?”

“We are at Law’s house.”

“This is Law’s house?!” I look back at him. “…Well, I guess it makes sense, considering he’s the heir to English nobility, but still…”

Damián smirks. “Is it weird that I love that you stalked my brothers?”

“Investigated,” I correct, pointing a finger at him. “Not stalked… There is a very big difference.”

“Can you tell me some of their secrets?” he asks.

“Never.”

“How about—”

“—wait…” I gasp, my brain finally catching up to this new information. “This is Law’s house! Dami, why are we at Law’s house?”

He drives around the corner toward the estate’s parking area, and my stomach drops. There are around five vehicles parked there, and Damián parks our car right next to a huge pickup truck.

Damián kills the engine, steps out of the car, and walks around to open my door.