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My eyes spring open when I hear Lea’s voice. And it’s coming from the door. I sit up to see Lea in the door with her mouth wide open, her grip tight on the knob.

“I fucking knew it!” She screams.

Damien takes his time moving back, wiping his mouth as he does. “Can I help you?”

“Wait, let me,” I say, hopping off the bed, not even bothered that I’m nude. I saunter towards the door. She looks disgusted but I'm on top of the world.

“You think Damien King will ever be with someone from The Grove?" Her face looks like a red snapper. "You’re only a snack before his main course."

I smile. “That’s cute. Now if you’re done, we have some mind-blowing sex to get back to.” I take a step forward and she can’t keep her eyes off my tits as I do. I'm pushing her out the door with my naked body, no contact necessary. "But I doubt you know anything about that."

Once she’s out the doorway I give the door a swing, and it closes with a SLAM! I turn back to Damien who has a wide smirk on his face before he starts a slow clap. Moving towards me, he unbuckles his belt. “Now, where were we?”

I don’t know how long it's been, Damien and I locked away in this room. Or if these walls are as soundproof as he says, but I never want to leave.

We’re on top of the covers, Damien tracing something along my neck. A part of me feels like the minute we leave this room, it’ll be right back to the same old Damien. Not the boy next to me right now.

“You know your lips are heart-shaped?” he asks. “And your eyes they’re…”

“Enough for you to call me Medusa.”

He chuckles and it makes the flutters in my stomach go on a frenzy. “You wanna know why I call you Medusa?”

I turn to face him. “Why?”

My stomach grumbles and it makes Damien smirk. “Hungry?”

“Don’t change the subject.” I poke at his chest but my stomach grumbles again. “Okay, I do need to get some food but we’re coming back to this!” I move to get up but he grabs my arm.

“Wait a minute.” He brings my head closer to his, planting a kiss on me that’s so tender. So soft, I have to open my eyes and make sure that it’s Damien King. “Alright, now you can go.”

I smile at him, dazed at his show of affection before he smacks my ass. “C’mon, Rowland, the longer you take, the longer it is to get an answer.”

“What is happening?” Shaking my head, I shimmy on my dress. “You’re something else, King.”

He sits up, eyes lowering, voice husky. “Did you just call me King?” Damien has a look of hunger in his eyes like he’s out for the hunt again.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll never get fed,” I say as he reaches out for my hand. I’m too caught in his gaze to not give it to him.

Biting his lip, it looks like he's ready for another round.“Oh, I’ll feed you just fine.”

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A loud knock on the door startles me.

“Fuck off!” Damien yells at the door, pulling me on top of him.

BANG BANG BANG!

“Joelle Rowland?”

My eyebrows lower, and Damien sits up. Looks like he's wondering the same thing.

Who the fuck is that?

Before I can answer, the door bursts open, two big police officers with guns pointed at both of us.

“Joelle Rowland?” One of the officers with sunglasses has his head in my direction.

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