Damien's Obsession

Damien's head tilts slightly, then he turns toward me - slowly, purposefully, like a predator pivoting to a new prey. My pulse hammers against my throat.
That grin of his blooms across his face, slow and wolfish. It looks wrong on him - or maybe it's just too right.
"If you believe, even for a second, that your insult from earlier will go unanswered..." his voice drops to a near purr, "...you're in for a very rude awakening."
My back finds the closed apartment door before I even realize I'm moving. The cool surface of the wood presses into my spine as his shadow swallows the light between us.
I can't move. I can't speak. His frame fills my vision, his scent closing around me.
He leans in, slow enough for me to feel each inch of air he steals. His breath fans across the bare skin at my neck. My eyelids flutter heavy and half-closed as I feel him inhale deeply, savoring me. He stops just shy of my ear - close enough that every nerve there screams for contact.
"I wonder," he murmurs, voice like heat and smoke, "if you taste as good as you smell."
He drags his breath across my neck, deliberately slow, like a fingertip tracing the edge of a blade. Each exhale scorches a trail down my skin until he's at my other ear.
"Just you wait..." he says, quieter now, more dangerous, "...your punishment will be ten times as painful as this."

She stalked him. He found her. Now obsession is a game neither can escape.
Persephone's quiet life shatters when Damien Veylor-a tattooed hacker with a dangerous smile-discovers her secret. What begins as punishment ignites into something darker: control, desire, and a fire that could consume them both.
She should run. But when the man you've only fantasized about finally looks back... running is the last thing you want to do.