Page 37 of Master of My Life

were her family and they could all join in the celebration.

Sabrina kneeled between Damian’s feet, wondering why he didn’t want to have sex with her. He’d

said he just wanted a blow job and for some reason, it disappointed her. Maybe I’m just

disappointed he’s not returning the favor.

But she enjoyed him, nonetheless. His hand on her head made her nervous at first because she was

used to having cocks shoved down her throat, but he just rested it there.

“Fuck,” he murmured, then stiffened. She tasted his cum in her mouth. She closed her eyes and

moaned. She never wanted him to stop coming and eagerly swallowed everything he gave her.

When he pulled her hair gently, she gazed up at him, blinking and trying to clear her mind, which

had gone fuzzy. “Enjoy that?” She nodded, and he gave her a satisfied grin. “Good girl.” He stroked

her cheek for a moment before he helped her to her feet and onto his lap.

The lust that filled the room combined with the endorphins coursing through her body. Can I

survive a night with this much pleasure?

“Is it your boyfriend’s turn next?”

Sabrina shook her head. “We can’t.”

“Oh?” Damian arched a brow. “Why not?”

She bit her lip. Am I afraid if I say it aloud, it won’t happen?

Damian pinched her thigh. “Why not?”

“B-because he wants to marry me.”

His eyes flashed with anger, but it disappeared so quickly, she wondered if she saw it at all. He

gave her a tight smile though his tone was light. “Well, isn’t he the lucky one?”

She chewed her lip, but he simply kissed her again. “I’ll see you again soon,” he said, gently

pushing her off his lap before standing and walking away.

She stared at his back as he made his way toward the entrance to the hall. Why am I afraid of his

anger?

Richard reached for her hand and squeezed it. “Doing okay?”

Sabrina nodded and looked around, not sure what to do next.

Richard waved his hand in the air and a man standing near the edge of the room walked onto the

platform and moved furniture around until the black chaise sat next to Richard. “You can relax there.

The men will come to you.”