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made her feel like leaning on someone could be a possibility. Perhaps she wouldn’t always have to be the strongest one? Maybe it wasn’t impossible to find a man who could be her rock?
    She kissed his neck and nibbled on his earlobe as the violent shakes of ecstasy began to die down, giving her back some control over her body.
    “That feels so good,” Kiara murmured as he slowed his thrusts, moving in and out of her with heavy, deliberate motions that made her shudder anew in his arms.
    He dipped her chin up and laid a kiss on her lips – languid, soft and yearning – taking her breath away. While he could be a beast, ruthless and hard, he also showed her the tenderness that she imagined he didn’t reveal often. He hadn’t kissed her like that before. Like she was a lover, a partner, not just a hot, curvy body in a fantastic dress.
    He pulled away from the kiss and their eyes met, her hazels boring into his blue depths. For a second in time, she felt completely connected to him, like nothing stood in their way, and they were simply free to enjoy one another without the difficulties of their reality.
    Then, he kissed her neck, and a smile broke across her lips as he let out a stifled groan, thrusting into her one more time before he came. She loved feeling him release. There was something so intimate about the exchange that for her, it registered as far more than just raunchy sex at a party. He’d wanted her as badly as she wanted him, and that was beyond unexpected for her. When he pulled out and they cleaned up, neither of them could stop grinning.
    Damien helped her get her dress back on the way it was supposed to be, and this time, she got the chance to retrieve her panties on time. She didn’t even pay any attention to what she was doing before she was already straightening his tie, like it was the most normal thing. Kiara paused, frowning at what she was doing.
    “What’s wrong, sugar?” Damien asked, putting his hands around her waist.
    “I... Oh, nothing. I’m just being silly,” she said with a weak smile, letting go of his tie. She hadn’t expected to feel so comfortable around him.
    Just then, a knock sounded on the door and, a second later, Eliza strolled in. She looked devastating. Her slim body was wrapped in a tight red dress that left just enough to the imagination, and her brunette hair tumbled over her shoulders in loose, perfectly coifed curls. She looked like she’d just stepped off a magazine cover. Any other time, Kiara would have felt incredibly outmatched next to the young heiress, but standing next to Damien, that feeling was curiously absent.
    Kiara took a step back from the man, creating some distance. As much as she was ready to give being with him a shot, it was far too early to let the world know. Still, by the way Eliza froze and her eyes narrowed, it was obvious that she suspected something was up. Kiara and Damien’s slightly frazzled, after sex glow was probably hard to miss.
    “Damien, I’ve been looking for you. It’s time for the toast,” Eliza said, conjuring a mesmerizing smile on her lips.
    “Alright. Guess it’s back to work. Don’t stray too far, Kiara. I need to talk to you later,” Damien said casually, lightly touching Kiara’s arm.
    She nodded, and he retrieved his glass and stalked out of the room, those long, effortless steps of his making her think of a predator again.
    “I’ll be right with you. Just need to freshen up,” Eliza said as Damien passed her, looking pleasant and approachable.
    As soon as Damien disappeared through the door though, that veneer of hospitality cracked and fell. Instead, Eliza stared daggers at Kiara, her lips tightened into a small line and her expression severe.
    Exactly what I needed, Kiara thought sourly. A scorned ex.
    “I don’t know who you are,” Eliza started coldly, her words dripping with malice. “But I guess I should tell you a little something about the dashing Mister Thatch. Damien has a woman in every