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"A real date," I say dreamily. "Dinner and everything. Just like normal people."

"Just like normal people," he repeats, picking up his fork.

Our eyes remain focused on each other, the flicker in his telling me that he considers us as normal just as little as I do.

Chapter 43

Damon

I can't turn my eyes away from her naked silhouette as she stands by the window, absentmindedly twirling the drink in her hand, as her gaze wanders across the cityscape below. She moves so naturally in my home, as if she's been here a thousand times before. As if it was her place. She doesn't feel like a stranger in my home, but like she belongs.

I should have brought her here right from the start. I should have stolen her from The Velvet Rooms before we were torn apart by circumstance.

Our clothes were off a minute after we stepped inside, the hunger for each other so strong that I didn't even bother carrying her over to my bedroom. She curled up in my arms, our lips pressed against each other as I moved her over to the couch, ravenous as I claimed her body for the very first time outside a place that was more public than it was private.

It was different to have her here. It was loud, it was messy, it was violent in a good way.

She tried to climb on top of me, her lithe body clinging to mine with desperate need, but I wouldn't give up control today. The spanking she received was met with mewls of pleasure, and if anything, her mischievous beam only egged me on. I was driven by feral desire, fucking her with vicious force, as if I was afraid of losing her again.

I plunged into her tight wetness with no regard for anything but her, her face, her body, her hair as it draped across the cushions of my sofa. I will never get enough of the spark of pain that flickers across her face every time I thrust my cock between her limber legs. I know I'm far bigger than average, but making her moan in a blend of agony and bliss brings me more delight than it ever did with any girl before her.

She's trained at seduction, in controlling her body, and equipped with knowledge that makes her a skilled liar, but none of that comes to light when she is with me. She's the most beautiful when she lets go of everything she's learned, and no one can savor the result of that as much as I can.

When she came, wrapped around my cock, her tight muscles clenching with hot fury, there was nothing fake about what I witnessed on her pristine face. She rode that climax with an exuberance that cannot be simulated, and it's the most beautiful sight I could ask for. I was defenseless against it and joined her in an instant, my pelvis pressed against her spread lips as I found my release deep inside her.

Knowing that my cum is still dripping from her tender lips as she roams my living room instantly gets me hard again, as I sit in one of my armchairs, watching her.

She's walking toward the massive panorama window that stretches the full length of the wall from the floor all the way to the high ceiling, placing her dainty fingers against the glass as she looks out on the city.

"You could lose all of this?" she asks, without turning around to me. "It's such a lovely place."

I shake my head, even though she cannot see it. "I won't lose anything. They have nothing against me, and I have the best attorneys you can ask for. My innocence in all of this is easy to prove."

Her gaze trails back over her shoulder, catching mine. "I bet your parents had good attorneys, too. And still, they are in prison."

"Big difference," I say. "My parents were guilty, they actually did something wrong. I didn't."

She nods. "Right."

The ice in her drink clinks as she brings it up to her lips. She takes a tiny sip, barely more than dabbing her lips, before she twirls around to me. Her rumpled hair falls down her slim shoulders, giving her the look of a — very brightly colored — lion, as she walks back to me.

"Do you think you'll ever forgive them?" she wants to know.

"My parents?"

She nods, leaving her glass on the coffee table before she curls up on my lap.

"Actually, I went to see my mother this week," I reveal, my pulse accelerating as I share another secret with her.

Her eyes widen. "You did? You went to see her in prison?"

I nod, unable to hide my smile at her excited reaction.

"Wow," she exclaims, beaming at me. "She must have been so happy to see you."

"She was ecstatic," I say, and Elene giggles on my lap. "I told her about you."

She tenses up. "You... what?"

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