6 Don't you want to be with the man who took your virginity

As her curses echo through the room, Elena realizes that she shouldn't have been surprised. He exuded an air of power and control from the moment they met. And now everything makes sense why he had complete dominance over her body

Elena takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. This new revelation only adds fuel to her frustration and disappointment. How could she have been so naive? So blinded by lust?

With fury burning in her eyes, Elena picks up the bills and throws them towards the door before storming out of her hotel room without looking back.

Elena slams the door shut behind her, her heart pounding in her chest. She needs a moment to collect herself, to process the reality of what she just discovered about Damien. But as she stands there in her foyer, a wave of arousal crashes over her like a tidal wave.

Fuck it, Elena thinks to herself with a smirk. Even if he is the damn mafia boss, he can still make me fucking horny.

With determination mixing with frustration, Elena strides back into her apartment and heads straight for the bathroom. She turns on the shower and undresses slowly, savoring every moment as water cascades over her skin.

As she steps under the hot spray, Elena lets out a soft moan escapes from deep within her throat. Her hands instinctively reach down between her legs, fingers finding their way to her swollen clit. Damien's touch lingers in her mind as she begins to fondle herself with urgency.

Moans escape Elena's lips as pleasure builds within her core. Memories of their encounters flood through her mind - his rough hands exploring every inch of her body; his expert mouth devouring every part of her that craves attention.

Elena's fingers continue to stroke herself, her mind consumed by memories of Damien's touch. The sound of his voice echoes in her thoughts, sending shivers down her spine. "Did you miss me that much?" she hears him say, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Startled, Elena looks back and comes face to face with Damien standing in the bathroom doorway. His eyes lock onto hers, a wicked grin playing on his lips. A mixture of desire and annoyance washes over Elena as she realizes he must have followed her.

She freezes, torn between wanting to let go completely and feeling a sudden wave of reluctance. Part of her wants to push him away, to reclaim control over her own desires. But another part can't deny the flicker of excitement that ignites within her at the sight of him standing there.

"Damn it," she mutters under her breath, frustration evident in her voice. "Can't you ever just leave me alone?"

he takes off his shirt and slowly goes to her, Damien chuckles softly, stepping closer until his bare chest brushes against Elena's wet skin. The heat radiating from his body sends a jolt straight to Elena's core.

Don't you want to be with the man who took your virginity? And You didn't take the money, did you?" Damien asked snidely.