"Please," Aurora whispered, her voice shaking. "Please don't do this."

Damian leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. His voice was mocking as he spoke. "Do you know you're killing my urge?" he asked, a dark laugh escaping his lips.

Aurora’s heart raced as his hand moved to her neck, pushing her back against the cold marble wall. Her towel slipped from her body, falling to the floor in a pool of fabric, leaving her exposed and vulnerable in front of him. Damian’s eyes were ...