Claim Me

You have captured me utterly, and you hold my heart in your hands. Be gentle with it. It's more fragile than you might think.

Wherever I am, you belong. You're mine. Say it.

You humble me, Nikki. Don't you see that? It must be clear from my expression that I do not, because he goes on. "If I do all those things for you--soothe you, center you, give you strength--then that is worth more to me than every penny I have earned building Stark International.

If that’s what it takes to protect you, I will leave you. Even if it kills me.

How can you make love to me with only the whisper of a touch? I'm a very resourceful man. I thought you knew.

Nikki, darling, light of my life. Can I have my driver take you to work?

He shifts so that I can see him better, then draws an "x" over his heart. I raise a brow, and he lifts two fingers in a Boy Scout salute. I hold back a laugh, and he holds up his pinkie finger. "Shall we pinkie swear ?

He cocks his head to the side as if listening. "There. Did you hear it?" "What?" "The clink of coins as I just earned a few thousand more." I roll my eyes.

He spent so long building walls to protect his privacy that I think he forgot to build a door.

An entire empire needing his attention, and yet in that moment, I am his whole world.

Poor you.” I twist in his arms and plant a gentle kiss on his chin as he tightens the sash around my waist. “Just like Alexander. No worlds left to conquer.

Please, Damien. You can’t control the world? So what? Control me.

I believe a megalomaniac is someone who suffers from delusions about their own power. Trust me," he says, and this time I am certain I see mirth dancing in his eyes, "I suffer no delusions about the extent of my power.

And so I struggle against my bonds, not because I want to get free, not even because I want the pain. I want what it represents. That I am Damien’s. Bound to him. Marked by him. Claimed by him.

Don't you dare feel sorry for 'could have'.

He won't be happy until he's banging the next big thing. And while he'd prefer a female, I think he'd fuck anything that moves if he thinks it'll ease his climb to the top. Male, female, or small farm animal.

I have no idea what time it is in London, and have had too much wine to bother with the math to figure it out.

I want it,” I repeat. “And not because I need the pain. But because I need you.

Your breasts. Your nipples. The insides of your thighs. I want you wet for me, baby. A little drunk and a whole lot wet.

A game, yes. But I like it. In this game, there are no losers.

I think I understand what Damien needs. Not the pain, but the control.

Mostly, it will make me feel better. Please, Nikki. Right now I’m asking. Don’t make me demand.

I want to soothe him, want to stroke his cheek and run my fingers through his hair. I want to pull his head to my breast and whisper soft words, and I want to make love to him slowly and sweetly until the shadows of the night are gone and the morning light bathes us in color.

You'll be thinking of me, won't you, baby.

I have to concede that I have often needed things that are not only bad for, but very, very dangerous.

I assumed he knew that your coach was abusing you. I realized in the limo that he didn't." For a moment, there is only silence. When Damien speaks, his words are ice cold. "He knew.

There is power in his touch, power in the slightest look. He is a hard man who commands a billion-dollar enterprise, and right now I am simply one more thing that he owns.

You owe me now, mister. You can't expect to steal a woman's pastry and get away with it.

Wherever I am, you belong. You’re mine. Say it.