Page 45 of Sweet Temptation

Pressing my lips against hers, I swallow her moans as they escape her lips. Breathing heavily, I grip her as I spill into the condom. Our eyes are heavy as we try to catch our breaths. This woman is going to wreck my world, I already know it.

Her breathing comes out shallower as her head collapses against me. Holding her for a few seconds, I gently lift her before lowering her to stand on her feet. Hanna breathes heavily as she tries to catch her breath, falling into my chest. "I love you," she says again.

Once again, I don't return the words. I just press a kiss to her temple to settle her fears of wondering if she even means anything. She means everything; I just can't voice those words. I don't know how.

I smile softly and pull her into my arms, leading her over to the bed. "You know…" I begin as she settles herself on the bed. Her green eyes peer up at me, waiting for me to finish my sentence. "You're the only girl in this world that I've ever wanted badly. I fucked my life up over it."

Damn near almost got myself killed for her, and I would do it again. Without a second thought, I would die for her. A smile appears on her lips as she takes in what I just said. My heart thuds in my chest as I stare at her. Fuck me. This girl is something else, and I'll be damned if I ever let her slip out of my fingers.

Pulling a pair of sweatpants up my legs, I press my lips to her head. "Want to come get something to eat?" Hanna's face blurs with red as she watches me, knowing my roommates definitely heard everything.

Finally, she nods, getting to her feet and slipping on a pair of sweatpants. "Shirt," I instruct as I admire her perfect tits. I would have to kill someone if they ever saw her beauty. It's all mine, as is she.

Hanna grabs one of my T-shirts and pulls it over her exposed breasts, then she follows me down the stairs to the kitchen.

I catch Sam's eye as he turns to stare at us with a grin. Hanna blushes, hiding her face in my side. "Damn, Damon, what are you doing to the girl? I heard those screams from the front door." Ace smirks.

I notice Damien is nowhere to be found, probably sulking in his bedroom after our conversation earlier. Well, it had to be said. He can't let his life fall apart over a woman that we are meant to hate.

I roll my eyes, leading Hanna into the kitchen. It doesn't matter what they heard, as long as they never see her naked body, I will be content with it.

She makes me want to be a better person. Even when I don't think I know what that is, she still pulls it out of me and makes me want to be good for her. I've said it before, and I'll say it again. She belongs to me. I don't give a shit if my obsession with this woman makes me weak.

Her touch makes me feel like I'm levitating. Her presence makes my heart pound. Hanna Monroe is the weakness I never saw coming.

TWENTY-FIVE

Have you ever thought you'd meet the perfect guy? He's the one you knew you'd find. Not me, I never suspected anything. I went on with my life, ignoring the world. Until Damon. Though I wouldn't call him perfect. He's dangerous in general. Yet he makes me better. He healed me.

Closing my diary, I sit up and throw on one of Damon's hoodies. "Where do you think you're going?" a husky voice says in my ear.

"Class" I smirk devilishly. I still have to keep my mundane functions. Even if his life doesn't revolve around school, mine does.

Grinning, he grabs me, pulling me into his lap. "I think you could use five minutes."

I shake my head and press my lips to his. "I have to go," I whisper against his reddened lips. Damon scowls lightly before he releases his grip on my hips.

I want nothing more than to curl into bed with him and maybe even partake in some sexual fantasies, but not everyone is a rich mafia family.

"We have dinner plans, don't forget." He smiles, sliding me off his lap. I nod, jumping from the bed and grabbing my bag. These dinner plans don't make sense to me, but I chose to just give in. "Don't think about anything too much." He winks at me.

Easier said than done.

Closing my eyes, I shake Damon's comment from my head and leave the bedroom. It feels like months since I attended school, yet it's only been about a week. A week behind, though.

Slipping my boots on, I open the door and wander down the stairs, heading for Bailey's car while they await me. "Morning hot stuff." Bailey grins at me.

Rolling my eyes, I click my seatbelt on and stare out the window with a frown.

I hate going to school. I hate dealing with professors and such, and all the nightmares I had at the beginning of the year, it's a nightmare. But not everyone can skip, least of all me.

The moment my feet step through the front double doors, I remember why I hate being here so much. Fucking people. My eyes scan the room, and I catch Paris's eye as she smirks, eying Sabrina, who stands beside her. Fuck. But I ignore them as I follow behind Scarlet.

Sticking beside Scarlet, we walk toward them, slipping past them. "Slut!" Paris barks with a cackle. Scarlet spins around, pulling back a growl. But I grab her arm and pull her toward class. I don't care what they say.

Scarlet rolls her eyes before she wraps her arm around me. "I could have dealt with that." She scowls at me.

"You don't need to," I reply as I wave goodbye to her and follow Bailey toward creative writing.

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