Page 64 of Ruined

I didn't say anything. I just lay down and placed my head in his lap.

He went on drinking slowly while running the pad of his thumb up and down my cheek.

We stayed like that, in silence, until Damon and Gianni came down the stairs.

"Morning," Gianni said cheerfully. He wasn't showing any signs of suffering from a lack of sleep. "Is anyone else looking forward to having a little chat with our guest? I'm sure he's ready to be helpful."

"He will; he's a coward." Damon said, his phone in his hand. He still looked weary, but better than he had a few hours ago, when he was all but dead on his feet.

"That seems to be the criteria for being an asshole," I said. I would have sat up, but I was too comfortable where I was. Too secure lying here with Reuben's fingers on my face, Damon beside me, and Gianni sitting in a chair opposite.

Reuben made a sound of agreement in the back of his throat. "They usually are. Any further information on Kurt?"

"Nothing yet," Damon said. "If Mr Graves is forthcoming, we'll pin him down soon." He tossed his phone down on the table. "When he's forthcoming. If anyone knows where Lasalle is, it's him."

"Assuming he's still there," I said. "By now, he'd know we dealt with a lot of his minions. He may disappear."

"Then we go back to Leon. He'll tell us where to look," Gianni said. "He won't be going anywhere for a while. He's too useful."

"We will find him," Reuben said firmly. "He knows we're closing in. He'll make a mistake."

"He already did," I said. "He thought Clarissa was on his side. If she was, I wouldn't be here now."

"Yes, you would," Damon said. "No way in hell we would have let Kurt take you anywhere." He locked his gaze on me, solid, unflinching and rapidly growing darker.

I didn't move while he lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him to me, while Reuben continued to stroke my face.

I slid my tongue across Damon's lips and into his mouth.

He pressed a hand to my hip and stroked my tongue with his. His touch had my body on fire. I should have been exhausted, but I was energised all over again.

After a brief hesitation, he peeled up the front of my singlet and kissed his way down my cheek, across my neck and down my chest.

My eyes on him, I pulled my singlet off the rest of the way, and raised my hips to let him pull off my track pants.

Fingers trembling slightly, I touched the front of his pants, where his erection was straining, begging to be let out.

"Damon," I said breathlessly.

"Mina." He slipped his hand between my thighs and over my pussy, lightly teasing my clit.

I rocked against his hand while one of Reuben's moved down to stroke my nipple.

Damon slid a couple of fingers inside me, hooked his hand around and stroked my G spot. The heel of his hand created the perfect friction on my clit.

I arched my back, pressing my head deeper into Reuben's lap as I came.

"Good girl," Reuben said softly. "You come apart so beautifully."

That made my orgasm last longer, reaching peaks I never knew existed.

Panting, I finally came back down to earth. Damon's hand must have been drenched from my release.

I caught my breath and undid Damon's pants. I pushed them down far enough to free his erection. My tongue darted over my lips and I swallowed.

"I… I want you." I said tentatively.

I glanced up at Reuben as he said, "Only if you're ready."

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