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Is he fucking serious? I told him I killed someone and he’s worried about his stupid games?

“Damien, I’m not kidding!” If the Huangs, the Archibalds or anyone found out they’ll consider me a liability. “Please! They’ll ship me off to juvie until I’m old enough to do real time. I can’t have that happen. I can’t leave Willow. Please!” There’s snot coming out of my nose and I don't care. The idea of me losing Willow is too much to bear.

When he comes closer, my head falls against his chest, tears and snot dampening his shirt. I’m starting to think I’m sobbing about more than the secret he forced out of me. It’s like days worth of emotions are pouring right out onto Damien King’s chest.

His arms inch tighter and tighter until I’m wrapped up in his long, strong arms. His shoulders fall, muscles relaxing. We stay like this for a while, his woodsy scent mixing with the smell of coffee until the snuffling noises stop. It’s a feeling I haven’t felt since the last time I saw my parents and a part of me is shook that it’s coming from Damien.

“Jo…” He lifts my chin, his thumb coming to the corner of my eye, palm on my cheek. There’s a lump in his throat as he swallows. “Are you done?” His eyes look like two hypnotizing planets. They’re enchanting and I’m lost in them when I nod. “Good...” His thumb brushes against my lip. “Cause I love it when you beg.”

Damien kisses me and I’m breathless again. Before I know it, my arms are wrapped around him and he doesn’t stop me. My feet are off the floor and I’m not sure where we are until my back hits a door.

I’m on the bathroom counter, Damien between my legs, my shirt and bra above my head. He’s pulling at my clothes like he’s in a frenzy, and when our eyes lock again, his hand is on my face, pulling me to his lips. My hands move under his shirt. Smooth, rippled skin. My thighs tighten around him. I want his body as close as I can have it.

It’s hard to tell who’s panting louder, our breaths heavy between us, the smell of potpourri in the air. We’re moving like two animals and when I bite into the skin of his lip, he growls like one. Fireworks follow each kiss he gives down to my navel, his hands pulling on my pants and underwear as he goes. He looks up at me, face between my legs, hot breath on my folds. I’m exposed to Damien King, his face lit up by the dim overhead lights, and that smirk tells me he likes it.

“I’m going to devour you, Jo.” His teeth sink into my thigh, a burst of pleasure making me squirm. “But only if you want me to.”

Really? Damien picks now to care about what I want. I’m not sure if it's consent he’s looking for or if he gets off on hearing me say it. He watches me bite my lip as he trails a finger between my folds. “Do you want my tongue inside you, Jo?” His finger comes out wet and when he puts it in his mouth I can’t stand it.

He knows I want him, and I know he wants me to say it. He gets his wish. “Yes.”

There’s no hesitation when I respond. His tongue parts my folds and my head falls against the mirror. He’s moving it in swirls, flicking it against my pearl and I’m bucking against his face. His mouth feels even better than his fingers but it only makes me crave him more.

When he kisses me again, I can taste myself on his tongue. I help him pull his shirt over his head before grabbing his belt. He lets me push his pants down but stops me when I reach for the band of his smooth black boxers. When he takes a step back, there’s an outline of his massive bulge, a splotch of wetness at the tip.

With his eyes on me, he pulls it out, stroking it. It’s bigger than Zane’s. Longer with a small curve towards the end. He’s pumping his shaft with his fist, staring at me while he does. It doesn’t make me feel awkward or confused. It makes me feel wanted. Damien can have anyone in Eden and he wants me. Maybe not forever, but I’ll take this moment.

“Are you going to stare at me?” My breath is heavy, only a hint of sass left. “Or are you actually going to use that thing?”

Smirking he reaches in his pocket for a golden foiled square and I watch him unroll the latex over his throbbing rod. He approaches me as he does and I spread my legs wider. The tip alone stretches my hole but I’m so wet he has no trouble sliding in.

Pulling on my hair, he thrusts into me, his breath on my neck, “You’re mine, Joelle.” He’s deep inside me and I’ve forgotten where I am. Who he is.

“Damien,” his name falls off my tongue. We’re moving like the wheels of a train, two fucked up cogs in a machine and the way we fit together feels too amazing for me to question it. I don’t mean to praise him but I can’t fight it, “Oh my god, you feel so good.”

“I mean it,” he growls again, thumb coming to my tongue, his pace getting faster. “You’re mine.” His voice blends in with the slapping of our skin. It echoes around the room and so does my moan when the head of his cock hits my wall. A hand slaps over my mouth and it only makes me tighten around his shaft.

“Ssh,” he grunts, his movements getting harder, frantic. “I don’t want anyone to hear you scream.”

There’s a bang from the main room, before Cindy’s voice comes through the door, “Why is there…Jo? Are you still here?”

Shit.

Fuck.

Shit!

Damien keeps his pace, throbbing deep inside me, and I’m holding on for dear life. It’s like a fever comes and goes. A rushing wave flowing from my centre to my head. His palm hits the mirror as I fall apart, an arm coming around me as my body shakes against his. When he finally pulls out, he’s peaked too.

My eyes go wide but Damien doesn’t seem too bothered. Smirking, he takes his time, throwing the condom into the trash.

The fog clears, my head resurfacing. There’s no time to talk about what just happened.

Or how amazing that was.

I’m still catching my breath when I ask, “Was that Cindy?”

He buckles his belt, fixing his hair. “Sounds like it.”

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