Page 54 of Hate Me

I blinked, trying to clear my vision, but it proved impossible. Shit. “Need to lay down.”

“Yeah, I’m getting that.”

I felt him pulling me along then, basically taking my full weight. The swanky penthouse whirled around me in a mess of images. Red pleather furniture, golden accents, big white plastic statues of a tiger, a lion, and what looked like a centaur, erotic photos lining the walls.

A door opened and he dragged me through it.

I was plunged into darkness for a few moments and my back hit something soft, bouncing a little.

In my state, it took me a moment and some feeling around to realize it was satin sheets of a bed.

I squeezed my eyes shut as a light nearby switched on.

Groaning, I buried my cheek in a pillow.

I heard some shifting around, some movements, but I paid it little mind.

I could barely focus at all on anything.

But then fingers on my belt had my eyes popping open again. My jeans were opened then, my fly drawn down.

I looked out to see Damien at the foot of the bed clad only in his boxers now, the rest of him bare. And he was pulling down my jeans.

“Why… what are you doing?” I slurred.

“Just getting you comfortable as I tell you my little story you were so eager to hear.”

“Story?” I murmured. “Yeah… tell me.”

My tee was pushed up to my pecs and a hand to my upper back eased me forward so it could be pulled up over my head.

I shifted, feeling myself just in my boxers now.

“Damien?”

“Yes, babe?”

“I’m hot.”

“Hell, yeah, you fucking are.”

“No… the temperature… it’s sweltering.”

“You’ll feel better now your clothes are gone.” Fingers caressed the waistband of my boxers. “You want these gone too?”

“I… I don’t know… maybe.”

“It’ll cool you off all the more. That’s what you need right now, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

In the next second, they were ripped off me, pulling a gasp from me.

“Holy fuck, you got your dick inked.”

I strained to see his eyes all over my shaft and the black, red, and gold demonic claws encircling it.

“Yeah,” was all I could manage.

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