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The music changes, the rhythm intensifies, and the crowd goes wild when G-Eazy’s,Him & I,blares through the DJ’s speakers. More bodies surround us on the dance floor as the guests join us, but I don’t see anyone else but her. I lower my lips to her cheek as she straightens, her gaze meeting mine.

Clear blue eyes outlined in dark gray shadow that makes them glimmer bright stare intently at me. “Dance for me, Princess,” I murmur against the edge of her mouth where the makeup she’s wearing hides the cut I cleaned last night.

She spins in my arms, her ass pressing against my erection, making it fucking painful. I’m so hard from just the feel of her fully clothed body against mine. I can only imagine how I’ll be if I have her naked beneath me.

Again.

Wyn sways her hips along to the music and I join her, a slow and steady movement rocking to the rhythm of her body. My hands remain at her waist, pressing her tightly against me, causing her to throw her head back against my neck.

This is getting dangerous, but I won't be the one to stop it. I don’t have it in me.

My mind’s slowly clouding from the alcohol I’ve consumed, although it isn’t as much as her. I know I’m not thinking clearly when I slide my hands around and lower them to her ass.

She gasps as my hands squeeze her cheeks, wrapping around the front of her thighs, slowly grazing her pussy through the slit of her dress as my hand shifts to rest on her lower stomach.

Without warning, she spins in my arms, catching me off guard when her lips meet mine.

Chapter Six

WYNTER

“What the fuck were you thinking Wynter?” Damon curses, leading me further into the pool house we’ve snuck into after rushing off the dance floor the moment I kissed him. I slam the door shut behind us, my hands trembling as I try to compose myself.

It’s useless though. This man brings out a part of me I have no control over.

It’s been hours since my impulsive decision to lie to everyone, blurting out Damon and I were together, and we've yet to have a moment alone to talk.

I’ll admit Damon’s reaction, or lack thereof, shocked me. Instead of calling me out on my bullshit like I expected him to, he tried his hardest to keep his cool when I word-vomited unexpectedly in the middle of the cocktail hour. We both knew it was the worst thing I could have probably said and done but in my defense, I panicked.

Being cornered by my mother when I least expected it after three years of not hearing a fucking peep from her, I had no clue how to respond. Anger, resentment, and betrayal were among a few emotions that rushed through me all at once the moment I turned and found her standing there, acting like no time had gone by.

Demanding something from me she had no right to demand.

Not to mention everything she said to me only made me feel so much worse. For a moment, I thought maybe she’d come back to apologize, to salvage the remaining bits of our relationship, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.

After too many cocktails I forced myself to drink to keep my nerves settled, I mistakenly kissed Damon in the middle of the dance floor in front of my brother and all his friends.

To be honest, after we rushed away so quickly, they’re probably thinking we’ve run off for a completely different reason. And the thought of that happening makes my thighs instinctively press together to quiet the urge to follow through with the fantasy.

Instead, I watch as he restlessly paces back and forth across the room, desperately running a hand through his dark hair. He removed his suit coat right after his Best Man’s toast, and has now unbuttoned the top two buttons of his dress shirt, and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, showcasing the sleeves of dark ink covering his forearms.

His head hangs low, fury pulsating through him as he quickens his pace around the room. Damon’s angry. Not just angry, the terrifying Dragon is practically breathing out fire directly my way.

And he has every right to be angry with me because the truth is I have no fucking clue what I was thinking.

“I wasn’t Damon,” I finally say, unable to take the silence any longer.

For years I lived in nothing but deafening silence, letting the surrounding darkness consume me and succumbing to my own twisted mind and wretched thoughts. People think because on the outside it looked like I had everything I needed, I shouldn't struggle with the demons that lurk in the shadows and darkest corners of my mind.

But for three years I lived beside those demons after Enzo’s endless torture brought them to life. He may not have physically hurt me until recently, but his words, his actions, his ownership of me did worse than any physical damage he could have ever caused me.

My mind focuses back on Damon standing before me, pushing away the memories of a man who can no longer hurt me.

“I wasn’t thinking when I said it, I panicked. My mother she makes me fucking crazy. If I knew she’d show up here I wouldn’t have come, but now that I’ve thought things through, it makes perfect sense.” Not to mention with Damon at my side, no one would dare hurt me. They would have to go through my protective Dragon to do so.

He halts in his tracks, looking at me through thick, dark lashes. I can’t decipher what he’s thinking or the way he’s looking at me but regardless I can’t look away from him.

I swallow the knot lodged in my throat.

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