Tempting the Crown (The Crown 1)

He sighed. “It’s part of the membership. If a member breaks the contract with the tally, in this case that’s you, then he is ejected from the society with a penalty fee. It’s the cost of doing business with Lesage.”

“You have to pay a fee because of me? How much?” I prodded.

“Money isn’t a problem. You know that. Don’t worry about the number.”

“How much?” He was distracting me with his fingers. My body was still zinging from the last orgasm.

“Five million,” he stated.

“That’s insane. You can’t be serious about paying that much money.”

“Would you rather I stay in the society?” He raised his eyebrows.

I bit my lip. “No, but that seems like extortion. You could do so much with that money.”

“It’s to dissuade this from happening.” He twisted my nipple between his fingers. He lowered his mouth to it.

I pulled his head between my hands to steady the impact. I didn’t want him to divert all my attention. I could only take about two seconds more of this before that happened.

“Like Sebastian?” I questioned.

“Mmmhmm.” He bit at my nipple. “See the problem there?”

“Yes. But that’s an incredible price to pay.”

“Membership does have its benefits,” he teased. His tongue raked over the hard point.

I tried to understand the club. The society. The risk Damon took to be a member. What he was willing to pay for me. My head spun.

My fingers relaxed, giving him full access to my breast.

“Oh shit,” I whispered. I spiraled under his control.

He crawled on top of me. “This night is far from over,” he warned. “No more talk about The Titan. I’m never going back there.” He knelt over me. His eyes smoldered with want.

“Neither am I.” I tried hard to keep a serious face, but I burst into a fit of laughter.

“Hilarious.” He smiled wickedly as he crashed his lips against mine. I knew Damon would never quench my thirst for him. But he would spend the rest of this night trying.

His hands landed on my waist, twisting my hips until I was pinned on my stomach.

I could feel the tautness of his thighs as he pressed into me, raising my ass in the air. Every ounce of him dripped with power and strength. There wasn’t a part of his body that wasn’t toned with athletic precision.

His disciplined workouts might have been a leftover side effect of the Royal Navy, but when I looked at him I saw more than how hot he was. I saw a man who ran an entire country. Who had the weight of his citizens on his shoulders. A man who struggled to find freedom in strange places like The Titan.

He was willing to give all of that up. For me.

I had surrendered to him, but he had done the same. We had jumped off the cliff together.

My palms supported me as Damon pushed inside, jostling me forward with his strength. Filling me. Connecting with me. Loving me.

My body tightened with anticipation as he reared back and sank inside me again. I pushed into him, hungry for more. Eager for the friction his body gave.

“Oh, Molly.” His fingers dug into my flesh as he thrust into me. “Come for me,” he demanded.

“Ahh,” I cried. How did we keep doing this? Finding a higher cliff to climb. A higher place to jump. How did he keep showing me new ways to enjoy sex?

My body was ready to detonate around him.