Page 53 of King

His lips catch my moan and I don’t know what game we’re playing but there’s something about his kisses I can’t seem to get enough of. I can’t tell if this is how he treats all his new prey, but right now, all I want is to taste him. He’s making me forget about Zane, the Archibalds and Lea. It’s like all the stunts he pulled don’t matter now.

“You seem a little heated," his growl is husky in my ear, finger stroking my slick pearl. “Let me cool you off.” Cold water comes out of the showerhead above. “You think the homecoming game is your personal slutty fashion show?” He pushes a finger inside me, his grip tightening around my wrists and my whole body is on fire.

The burn of his entry is quick to disappear as he pushes his finger all the way in. It hits my wall and I can’t help but moan, “Damien.”

He keeps my arms above my head, another finger between my legs. “It’s King.” That finger pushes inside me, his palm pressed against my clit. He pumps his fingers fast, my legs already shaking. I try to move my hands but Damien’s grip tightens and he picks up his pace. It feels too good and I'm damn near seeing stars. His fingers are hitting my spot again and again and if he doesn’t stop…

“Damien I-I’m…” I'm not sure if I'm trying to warn him or myself. I’m in shock but I don’t want it to end. I close my eyes, his fingers driving me right to the edge.

Then he stops.

When I open my eyes, there's a smirk on his face, his eyes droopy, face sweaty, cheeks rosy. It's a look of lust, and it only makes him sexier. “Ah ah. Keep those eyes on me.” His tongue lands between his teeth.

I do, but the pause in action makes me feel a wave of confusion. My world is a haze, “Damien…”

He doesn’t give me a chance to finish. He moves his fingers faster. Harder. Deeper. “No one sees you like this but me. You understand?”

“Wh-what?”

He keeps his pace, eyes on me as he repeats himself slower, “No one sees you like this, but me.” He’s looking into my eyes like we’re signing a deal. Like this is a contract to how good his fingers feel right now. But before I can answer, his fingers curl and I crumble.

A loud moan escapes my lips but his hand comes to my mouth, leaving my wrists. A wave of flutters move through me and the space becomes foggy. Catching the look in Damien’s eyes almost makes me fall to my knees, but he holds me in place. His body presses against me and I can feel he’s rock hard and this time, it's throbbing.

I’m gasping for air when he releases me and when he takes a step back, he smirks, turning off the shower. He swoops a hand through his dark, slick hair, “I’ll take that as a yes.” I can hardly speak as he reaches down and picks up Christian’s jersey. “And I’ll make sure this gets back to its rightful owner.” He turns around, looking over his shoulder. “Clean yourself up, Jo.”

“Wait!” I’m wet, standing in the shower with nothing on but lingerie and my soaking boots. My post-orgasm glow starts to disappear, along with the warmth in the room as I watch Damien disappear around a corner. I call out, “What the fuck am I going to wear?”

No answer. I’m stupid for expecting him to come back. After about fifteen minutes standing in the cold shower, hair damp on my skin, I leave to find the locker room empty.

Fuck.

I straighten the straps on the lingerie and it’s only on my way out that I find a towel on a wooden bench. Wrapping it around my waist, I realize I have no idea how long I’ve been gone. I need to find my friends.

“Jo?”

When I leave the locker room, Allie's turning a corner. She looks at me with raised eyebrows, her eyes going over my hair to the towel. Her hair and outfit look more rumpled than when I last saw her but I’m not in any position to be asking questions.

“There you are!” I slap a smile on my face. If I act like everything’s normal she won’t ask any questions.

She looks behind me, eyebrows lowering. “Did you take a shower in the boy’s locker room?”

I turn around, feigning surprise. “Oh! Was that the boys'? God, I’m still getting used to this place.”

“Why are you taking a shower anyway?”

“Uh…” I stall. Quick, Jo. Think faster. I rack my brain for something. Anything. I'm not ready to come to terms with what happened which means I'm not about to tell Allie. “Spilled whiskey all over me. Where were you?”

“Umm…” Now she’s stalling and it's like we're both caught on a walk of shame neither of us wants to talk about. “Forgot something in my locker. I guess I’ll be taking you home?” She smiles, avoiding spilling her secrets.

I nod as we both start walking down the hall, my wet boots squeaking on the shiny hardwood as we go. To be honest, I’m relieved Emilio’s is out of the question. I don't want to face any of the Dicks after what just happened. Especially Damien.

Damien is in my mind the whole way home. Things are less blurry, my head less of a fuzz. That means I’m sobering up. Nancy and Eric are out in the garden when I get back to the mansion so I skip to my room and head straight for the shower.

By the time I get out, there’s a text on my phone, the screen lighting up on my bed. I’m hoping it's Willow texting me goodnight but when I get to where it sits, I realize it’s from “Unknown.”

My heart skips a beat, my stomach like it's on the ocean. I still haven’t saved his number but I already know who it's from.

Unknown: Learn your lesson? Or do I need to make you come again?

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