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Immediately, I’m as awestruck with this room as the others that I’ve seen. I’m pretty sure his bathroom has more square footage than my entire crappy apartment. A dark colored whirlpool sits in the middle of the room, with an expensive looking matching faucet. Three steps lead up to the hot tub. Both sides of the bathroom have dark colored cabinets, with mirrors and marble countertops. The most impressive part are the floor-to-ceiling windows on each side of the French doors leading to an expansive patio. The gasp that escapes me is louder than I expected it to be. Even God doesn’t have this much money.

I turn to leave the room, and Damian stands blocking the door, scowling at me, “What are you up to, Kitty Kat?”

I straighten my back, trying to look and sound more confident than I am, “I’m going downstairs to get my skirt so I can go home. I’d prefer not to go naked.”

He stands completely nude, arms stretched across the doorframe. As terrifying as the glare on his face is, I can’t stop my eyes from roaming all over his bare body. I’ve never been attracted to the bad boy, the men with tattoos, but I'm drawn to him even though I don’t want to be.

Damian walks over to me, grips my chin with his finger and thumb tilting my head back as he towers over me, “Are you sure you don’t have a boyfriend to get home to?”

I shake my head no.

“Then you’ll be staying with me tonight,” he leans down and presses his lips to mine. Once he slides his tongue into my mouth, I completely forget my argument for going home.

I know I had one, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what it was.

He slides his hands into my hair, breaks our kiss, pulls my head back, and sucks behind my ear, causing me to moan.

“Fuck, Angel. Every inch of you is delicious. I could eat you for days and still want more.” He moves his hand to the towel and rips it from my body, then lifts me.

I wrap my legs around his waist, “What are you doing?”

“Taking you to my bed. There are no clothes in my bed, Kitty Kat. You will never wear a stitch of clothing there.”

Damian walks me to the bed and lays me down before climbing in beside me. Pulling me onto his chest, he nuzzles his face in my hair and inhales, “You smell so good, Angel. I could get used to this.”

I don’t move my head because I can’t look at him while I say this and see that glare again, “We agreed, this is only for tonight, right? After I leave we won’t do this again.”

He slides his hand down my back and slams his fingers inside me as he growls, “Did I not make you feel good, Kitty Kat?”

I moan when he pulls his fingers out and pushes them back inside me, “Yes,” I say breathlessly. He pulls out of me, grabs my legs spreading them wide, and thrusts his cock into me without protection, “Damian, you don’t have a condom on.”

“Sit up.”

I lift myself off his chest, “You’re not wearing a condom.”

Damian grabs my hips and lifts me on and off his cock repeatedly, his piercings hitting me differently without anything between us. I moan loudly, as he continues fucking me.” Make yourself come, Kat. Don’t worry about the fucking condom. You feel so good like this.”

I can’t deny he feels different with nothing between us, so good, but still, I wish he were wearing protection, “What if I get pregnant? Birth control isn’t one hundred percent effective.”

Surely, that’ll scare him into getting a condom, right? Wrong.

“Good. I’m not letting you go, Angel. I’ll never have my fill of you. You’re mine now.”

Katherina, this is where you get off him and run for your life. Of course, I don’t do that. Instead, I slide up and down his cock as I moan for him endlessly.

He fills me so completely. Deliciously.I know this is bad, dangerous, and something I’ll likely regret but, in this moment, I never want it to end.

I think if he were an inch bigger, he wouldn’t fit.

“Good girl. You take me so fucking well, Kitty Kat. Rub that little clit for me. Come. Now.”

I should be really pissed that he’s refusing to wear a condom, but I’m not. Why does he get to me like this? The way he stares at my body while I ride his cock does something powerful to me. Plenty of men have been attracted to me, but no one has ever looked at me the way he does, with insatiable hunger.

Damian lays with his hands behind his head, watching me bounce up and down his length, rubbing my clit, bringing myself closer to release. “Fuck. Look at you, Kitty Kat. So goddamn beautiful.”

I feel my insides clench around his dick as I lose myself in an orgasm so strong it causes me to shake uncontrollably.

Chapter Eight

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