Chapter 5 MARKED AND OWNED

The heat of his touch burned hotter than the air between them. Sienna's breath caught as Damien's fingers slid beneath her panties, teasing her folds with slow, calculated movements that made her thighs tremble. She gasped, grabbing onto the edge of the velvet booth, her eyes wide as her body betrayed her completely.

"You're soaking," he growled against her ear, his deep voice low and rough like velvet wrapped in fire.

Sienna tried to move, to pull away, but he grabbed her chin with his free hand, turning her face toward him. "Don't run. Feel it."

Before she could reply, he sank his teeth gently into her neck-just enough to mark, enough to make her squirm. Her moan slipped out, high and breathy, but he caught it with his mouth. His lips crashed onto hers in a possessive, all-consuming kiss, swallowing her cries as his fingers worked her expertly.

She was lost. Completely undone. Her knees buckled under the pressure of the climax building inside her, her body arching toward him, desperate, needy.

"Shhh..." he whispered darkly against her lips. "Don't forget where we are."

And still, he didn't stop. He moved faster, deeper, his fingers curving perfectly until her head fell back, mouth parted in pleasure. Her moans vibrated into his mouth as he devoured her, tongue slick and demanding.

And then-nothing.

He stopped.

Her eyes flew open in disbelief, heart racing. Her body pulsed in frustration, aching and undone.

Damien leaned back, licking his fingers slowly, tasting her like he'd just sampled the most exquisite dessert. His eyes rolled in pleasure as he savored her on his tongue, staring straight into her eyes like he already owned her.

She couldn't speak. Could barely breathe.

Suddenly, the booth curtain slid open just slightly. Two of his suited men stepped in silently, carrying a heavy black briefcase. They set it on the table and left without a word, the thick atmosphere still pulsing with heat and tension.

Damien leaned in once more, his lips brushing her ear. "I'll see you soon, Sienna."

Then he stood, smooth and confident, running his tongue along his bottom lip as he walked out-leaving her there in stunned silence.

She stayed frozen, heart hammering, legs trembling. Her mind whirled from the sensations, the pleasure, the confusion. And the insane, undeniable craving for more.

Seconds later, the curtain flew open again and Tasha burst in, breathless.

"Sienna! Are you okay?!" She looked around in disbelief, then her eyes landed on the briefcase. "Wait... what the-?"

She rushed to it, flipping it open.

Both women gasped.

Stacks of hundred-dollar bills. Neatly packed. Glorious. Endless.

"Oh my God," Tasha whispered. "You just made it, baby girl. You really just made it!"

Sienna sat back, still dazed, watching Tasha celebrate like they'd won the damn lottery. The reality of what just happened was only beginning to sink in.

He hadn't taken her. Not fully. But he had tasted her. Marked her. And left her wanting more.

Worse?

She wanted more too.