My Thirst For her

Damian Saunders doesn't understand why Bella Adams gets under his skin. She's a competent, infuriatingly calm administrator in his hospital chain, professional to a fault, unimpressed by his wealth or status.
He tells himself she's insubordinate, a troublemaker. That's why he keeps summoning her to his office. That's why he tears into her with icy words.
But the truth is far uglier. He craves her.
He lives to see her flinch. He wants to see her eyes flash with anger. He wants to hear her voice break with need.
He wants her to fight him, to challenge him, to give him something real in a world of empty yes-men and adoring socialites.
And when he finally pushes too far-when she snaps and slaps him, or yells, or calls him every name in the book, he's so fucking turned on he can't stop himself from kissing her senseless.
For Damian, it's not enough to have her body. He wants her entire being. Her surrender, her fire, her soul.
But Bella doesn't trust men like him. She knows all about the damage he can do. And she refuses to be another notch on his bedpost or another conquest to gloat over.
Except Damian isn't asking. He's demanding. Begging. Seducing. And he'll burn the whole world down before he lets her walk away from him.