Emma’s POV

There’s no way I’d do this… 

Yet here I was, straddling Damon Blackwood, his breath warm against my skin, his darkened gaze burning into mine. 

“What are you waiting for, cupcake?” His voice was low, husky, dripping with raw desire. 

He didn’t recognize me. He couldn’t. His mask was off, but mine was still on. 

“Just get through the night. You won’t see his face again.” My subconscious whispered, but even as I tried to believe it, my ...