Page 130 of Morally Gray Daddies

I knew without turning that it wasn’t Fin.

The body was harder, stouter, taller. The scent wasn’t his clean, fresh, piney musk either. This was darker, muskier, mintier, with a hint of whiskey.

My heart raced. My palms grew sweaty. My body went into fight or flight mode as I scanned the small house for something to use as a weapon.

Not that I needed one. I’d taken years of self-defense classes at Fin’s insistence. Whoever was behind me, I could knock them off their feet in one kick.

So why wasn’t I? The only answer that made sense also made no sense. But there was a hint of familiarity in the feel of the body pressed against my back, though that didn’t make any sense either. Surely my brain was playing tricks on me in my distress.

Damon—at least the Damon I’d known—was thin, wiry, muscled but not muscular, and yet… Yet my brain wanted it to be him. The devil I knew.

It wasn’t possible. And this wasn’t him. Tears filled my eyes, and just as I was figuring out what move to use on this guy to get him off his feet, and how fast I could get into the kitchen to grab a knife, his hand moved off my mouth and closed around my neck and his breath was hot in my ear.

“Hey there, babygirl. Guess who?”

And then I knew. My brain hadn’t been playing tricks on me, after all. Time had. Because the body pressing into mine—the not thin, not wiry, muscular, not muscled body—belonged to him.

Him.

Damon Michael James.

The hand around my neck was his. The one that dropped down my waist, over my hips and across my front to squeeze my pussy through the front of my dress… was also his.

And when a hot tear coursed down my cheeks to land on his knuckle, it was his voice that whispered in my ear the five words I used to pray to hear.

“Don’t cry, babygirl. Daddy’s home.”

Damon

Her body pressed against mine was like coming home. She was thinner now, layers of high school baby fat disappearing had hollowed out her cheekbones, and slimmed her hips and waist. I knew that from the movies I’d seen her in over the years.

Her perfume was no longer cheap pharmacy body spray, instead she smelled rich and sexy. The notes indulgent. But there was something about her that just felt right.

“Damon,” she breathed. My name sounded so sexy on her lips. But I couldn’t let her speak. Couldn’t take a chance that she would scream. Couldn’t take a chance that someone would hear her and come to her rescue. Even out here in the middle of nowhere.

Not yet. Not before I got what I wanted. My sweet revenge.

Keeping my grip tight, I spun her to face me and crowded my body with hers, forcing her backward until she was pinned between me and the wall. Her breasts, perfect C-cups, heaved with each breath she took. Her eyes locked on mine, and I could see the fear there, but I also saw the arousal.

A tear fell down her cheek, and I wiped it with my knuckle. “Aww, babygirl. You shouldn’t be crying, not when you just did your makeup so nice for me.”

Her eyes, usually a blue that was so bright they almost sparkled, narrowed into dark slits. “Damon.” She gasped my name out on the cusp of a sob. “Damon… What… What are you doing here?” She swallowed hard. Her body shook, but I couldn’t tell if it was from fear or the weight of her sobs. “You’re… Did you…?”

The accusation was clear, even with so few words spoken. That was how well I knew this woman. She wanted to know if I’d broken out of jail, as if that were so easy to do and happened outside of her stupid movies.

I scoffed. “I got time off for good behavior. I’ve served my time, babygirl. The only one here with a debt to pay, is you.”

Her eyes widened, searching mine. “I didn’t… I was just a kid, Damon. What was I supposed to do?”

“You were supposed to wait for me!” The declaration came out in a growl, far harsher than I’d intended to, rage for what I’d lost rushing through my body. She knew what she’d done, and I wasn’t going to stand here and listen to her play the innocent victim.

With a step forward, I pressed my body against hers, with my hands on the wall on either side of her shoulders, blocking her in.

“How… How did you know I was here?”

“I saw it on the news, baby. When the scandal broke. When the world found out who you really were. When they found out about me.” I shrugged and let the corner of my lips turn up into a smile. “Or maybe I was the one who broke the story. Maybe I just wanted to get you here.”

The soft gasp made her lips fall open. “But… how did you know I’d come here? I never come here. I have money now. Lots of it. I could have gone anywhere.”

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