Page 14 of Call You Mine

I shouldn’t have trusted him to keep my arrival a secret or worse, I shouldn’t have assumed he was here alone.

What if he has a girlfriend or someone living here with him?

I’m about to turn around and head back upstairs pretending to have fallen asleep, when he suddenly falls silent.

“I’ll call you back tonight.”

Silence follows and the eerie feeling in the room makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand in awareness. I want to run upstairs and lock myself in the bedroom to avoid whatever awkward conversion is about to follow, but I don’t. I can’t. I’m frozen in place, submerged into the ground beneath me like it’s some sort of sticky tar keeping me still, or quicksand pulling me in deeper.

The heavy sound of his footsteps shifts closer until he rounds the corner coming from the living room and appears at the bottom of the staircase. His eyes find mine and he watches me with a blank expression. He looks bored, maybe even frustrated he’s in this predicament and stuck with me.

My gaze roams over his body, taking in his casual appearance. Also showered, his black hair a wet, tangled mess upon his head. He’s changed into a pair of gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips and another black t-shirt. I stare at the way the sleeves strain against his biceps and showcase every ripple of pure, unfiltered muscle along his chest and back.

My gaze drops to his sweatpants, which do absolutely nothing to hide the bulge appearing in between his legs. I’d flush in embarrassment from his obvious arousal if I didn’t alreadyknow the size of his massive cock, which was probably just sitting there in its resting state. Yeah, he’s that big.

“You always were one to eye-fuck me, weren’t you, Princess?” he mocks, catching me ogling him.

Without second guessing myself, I answer him with as much sarcasm as he greeted me with. “What can I say? You always brought out the worst in me. Every dirty thought,” I whisper as I take a step toward him. “Do you still have them too?”

Damon’s hands fist at his sides as he stares, shocked by my decision to play along. Things haven’t been this playful between us in so long I almost forgot how much I used to enjoy watching him squirm. We crossed no lines, allowing nothing sexual to happen between us again after the night we hooked up, but it doesn't mean we never wanted to.

In the beginning, there was a constant back and forth of flirtatious comments and innuendos between us, each one of us trying to break the other's resolve until, little by little, it became second nature to us.

I raise a brow at him, playfully challenging him to one of our little games, but he ignores me.

“You ready to talk?” he asks, changing the subject and holding up a first aid kit I hadn’t noticed he was carrying.

Fear prickles my skin yet again, and my mind instantly jumps into flight mode. Without another word, I turn and rush up the stairs, heading straight toward the bedroom I’m staying in. I feel like a child running from him, but I have to get away. I’m not ready to talk about what happened and if that means playing hide in seek in this enormous house, then so fucking be it.

Catch me if you can, Dragon.

However, the games cut short when I reach the top of the stairs. Damon grabs me by the waist and flips me around to facehim before caging me against the wall, just like he did earlier in his apartment.

He growls as his fingers wrap around my wrists, pinning me to the wall.

“We gotta stop meeting like this Wyn,” he jokes, but when I don’t respond, all humor disappears from his face. “Don’t run from me,” he growls against my cheek when I don’t speak. His voice is raspier than usual, and when I feel his erection pressing against my waist, I know exactly why. “I’ll always catch you.” He runs his nose through my hair, inhaling deep as he presses further into me.

I bite my tongue to suppress the moan aching to escape. Closing my eyes, I allow my body to relax into his hold. It would be so easy to let myself forget what I’m here for and give in to what I’m sure he’s offering.

“Don’t hide Princess, I’ll always find you.”

Something in his confession urges me to listen, but it’s more than I ever thought I’d hear from him. This is exactly what we’ve tried so hard to fight. This constant pull that continues to bring us together, urging us to give into what we crave but shouldn’t have.

We’ve fought against it for so long, both knowing nothing good would come from it. Like an addict going through withdrawals fighting to be strong and not relapse despite how good I know I’ll feel from just one hit.

Damon Drake was a drug. One I knew I’d get dangerously addicted to the moment I had another taste, which is why I fought to make myself believe it’s not what I wanted. And it’s worked thus far. It has to stay that way, especially now. I’m in no position to go there with him or anyone.

“Please,” I murmur against his neck, only I’m not sure what it is I’m begging for.Is it for him to release me and walk away, or is it a plea to kiss me the way I need him to?

“Don’t know if it’s a blessing, or a curse, but I’m afraid this is going to be harder to fight than it ever has been before.” I swallow hard, slightly nodding in agreement at his statement. Not that he was expecting me to, but we both know it’s damn true.

It’s been years since I let a man touch me, and what Damon doesn’t know is he’s the last one I ever slept with. I just couldn’t after the night we spent together. Regardless of how drunk we both were and how much we regretted it the following morning, it was fucking incredible and no one ever compared to him.

Before things would get that far with any guys I casually dated in the months after, I'd put a stop to it. I didn’t even let Luke touch me. Then Enzo came along and took me away, and luckily the only time he ever touched me was last night.

I cringe at the memory of Enzo’s hands moving along my flesh, sickened by the way his touch aroused me despite the terror that consumed me.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispers, bringing me out of my wretched thoughts. “And if you still don’t want to talk, I won’t make you.”

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