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“Come on my tits, Damon. I’ve had no one come on them. I want you to be her first. You’re the first of so many for me.”

“Fuck, Wyn, this feels to good, ma.” My hot come spurts out onto her tits covering her in my seed. Though she quickly wrapsher warm mouth back around me to take me down her throat. The sight of her between my legs, my cock in her mouth as my com drips down her mouth, along her neck and coats her chest. This is it. My forever is right here with this woman.

“Get up,” I command her, and she does, standing on trembling legs. I lay her back down on the bed. Wrapping her legs around me as I kneel at her feet.

“Mine. Mark my fucking words Wynter Servite, you are forever mine.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

WYNTER

Bliss. That’s the only way to describe the stage Damon and I have finally arrived at. After a month of tension since the first time we had sex, leading up to weeks of uncertainty and finally deciding to say fuck the contract—we’ve finally hit bliss. It’s as if we’re walking amongst the clouds. Every night feels like paradise on earth.

It’s crazy to think that just months ago, we were finally giving into the sexual tension that was eating at us both and we’ve never been happier. Waking up by his side only to end the night wrapped in him, I never imagined it would feel so right. Like this is where I was meant to be my whole life.

It also helps that Enzo has been radio silent for the last month, allowing me to forget my still very present past.

Nothing, not a peep from him nor my mother, who, according to Ace, really left town after her confrontation with him and Damon, though they both still refuse to tell me how they did it.

Getting ready for work tonight is a pain. I’m exhausted and sore from the extracurricular activities Damon and I have takenpart in at night, and then again every morning before we start our day. Not that I’m complaining, but if it wasn’t for the fact we both have day jobs, I’m not sure we’d ever get out of bed. However, we both have to go in. I’ve struggled with an intense feeling of uncertainty all day since it’ll be one of the first nights in a while we won’t be together. Tonight’s one of our busiest nights at the Silver Wolf, and Damon said something about important business to attend to with some investor he’s trying to convince to buy his shares of Kingsman so he can be out of that for good.

The day he told me he wanted out, my heart nearly burst with joy. Him getting out of Kingsman meant cutting all ties with Clarissa and any other woman who ever thought they could have what’s mine.

My makeup is done so all I need is to get dressed, my usual Silver Wolf t-shirt I use on Thursday nights, paired with a black leather miniskirt and matching knee-high boots.

As I get dressed, I stare at my reflection in my closet mirror, specifically at the tattoo Damon gave me on my upper thigh.

Mine.

One word, four letters, so much meaning.

I was his, in every sense of the word. Mind, body, heart and soul—and whatever else I had to give. He owned me, not as a possession he wanted to control, but as a gift he won over with his kindness, his compassion, his entire being.

Those are not words anyone would use to describe Damon Drake, but with me, he was different. He was all of that, and so much more. Especially this last month. And I truly didn’t quite understand what it all meant.

Quickly slipping into my outfit, I move around the room gathering my purse, phone and a jacket for the end of my shift, when I suddenly become incredibly dizzy and nauseous.Reaching for my phone, I take a seat on the bed, closing my eyes to steady my spinning head.

“Woah,” I say out loud, trying my hardest to fight the sudden wave of nausea crashing through me. Unlocking my phone, I open the incoming text from Scarlett. A sweet picture of Caeli, Damon and I in front of the castle at Disneyland.

Damon looks like the typical Disney Dad—a backpack over his shoulders, Mickey ears over his baseball cap, and a balloon in one hand. I’m carrying Caeli on my hip, and I can’t help but laugh at the memory of all the people who kept congratulating us for such a beautiful daughter. If you’d see Caeli and me alone, you’d never think she was my daughter, but add Damon to the mix with his hair just slightly darker than hers. It’s easy to guess she’d take after her dad.

I read the message that pops up under the photo.

Scarlett: Caeli misses Nini and Uncle D. Can’t believe it’s been a month since you guys took her and she doesn’t stop talking about it.

My stomach drops as I reread Scarlett’s text, my heart rate increasing as a blinding wave of nausea ripples through me once more. A month. It's been a month since our trip to Disneyland, which means it’s been a month and eight days since the party they threw for Stella and Ember. The reason I was so emotional that day and nearly cried every two seconds was because I was at the end of my period. A period I just realized I hadn’t gotten in over a month.

No, no, no. I was on birth control. I took it daily, though thinking back on it now, was I still taking it? There were days these last few weeks when Damon and I wouldn’t get out of bed until the early afternoon. I typically set alarms for the early morning, to remind myself to take it but, was I still rememberingit when Damon was the one who’d shut off my alarms on the weekend?

“Fuck, fuck,” I curse to myself, bile rushing up my throat. I rush to the bathroom, heaving into the toilet bowl, barely making it in time before all of my breakfast ends up on the floor beneath me. I vomit into the toilet until there’s nothing left in me.

Slamming my head against the wall, I pull out my phone, sending a quick text to the only person I can think of telling right now.

Me: I need your help.

This cannot be happening.

Deep breaths.Inhale, exhale.

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