Chapter Forty

(Lena POV)

"Please, you may all eat," Damien said to everyone, and they dug in.

"Now would you explain where my own plate is for food?" I asked, already suspecting his response, but it still came as a shock to me.

"There would be no need for that, Lena; I'll be feeding you," he says.

"I am very capable of eating by myself."

"I know that."

"Yet?"

"Yet, I think it is sexy to see you eat from me."

"When you say it, it sounds very different from just 'eating," I muttered, grateful for the conversation that had already begun on the dining table, even if I was sure some twisted people were still listening in—and yes, they were all twisted attendees.

"What does it sound like?" he asked, and a small smirk formed on my lips. Two could play the game.

"Something from my own sexual fantasies," I said, and that gave him a pause. The smirk on my lips grew wider.

"And if I may know, what do your sexual fantasies entail?"

"Me eating from you, of course, but in these fantasies, I am on my