Page 53 of Call You Mine

Before I can even say anything, he turns away reaching for the door handle to exit but before he can turn it I shout at him to stop.

“Stop,” I say, unsure what to follow up with. All I know is I can't let him just walk away from me again. I won’t be humiliated again. Slowly crawling to the edge of the bed, I stand and make my way over to where he is, facing the door with his back to me.

“Hear me out before you walk out on me.” I pause but he doesn’t react nor says a damn thing. It’s infuriating. “I have a proposition for you.”

I sense his cocky smirk before I can see it. He’s stalling, afraid to turn around and look me in the eye, but I need to get this out before I chicken out.

I can’t figure out what it is about him that is suddenly making me so flustered in his immediate presence, but it’s like this aura that radiates off him that weakens me.

What did Superman call it, Kryptonite?

I’m weak, suddenly my body feels weightless, my mind numb, and my resolve is breaking. At least until something I can only describe as a sexual magnetic force-field pulls me in, which is frankly as equally irritating as it is captivating.

For some fucked up reason, I’m no longer immune to the damn asshole. I can no longer fight this attraction, nor am I interested in fighting it off. One look and I’m completely mesmerized by the sexy bastard, hence the idiotic proposition I am about to make him even though he’s made it pretty damn clear he won’t give in.

Is the universe trying to punish me somehow for what I’ve done? For God sakes Wynter, pull your shit together.

Damon is my friend, my fake boyfriend doing me a solid favor, God knows why since I’ve been nothing but a bitch to him. I swore to myself I’d never go there again, and in a matter of weeks, I’ve gone there, repeatedly, with no intention of ever stopping.

Not that sex with him wasn't good, because it definitely was. The best sex of my fucking life even if it was only once. His touch is electrifying. The way he knows exactly what to do, although we usually find ourselves past the point of making sane decisions. It’s as if his body was purposefully created to be the highest temptation, and I’m Eve prepared to withstand whatever punishment I deserve for once again indulging in the forbidden fruit.

For craving it, craving him.

That first night years ago, when we both woke up, sobered up, and came back to our senses, we realized what a huge mistake it had been. His ex-girlfriend was dating my brother, in what fucked up world was anything between us ever going to work? It couldn’t be more than one a night of the most insane pleasure I’d ever felt.

Only instead of completely walking away from each other, we found common ground, both angry with the people who’d brought us together, and from that day forward we swore history would never repeat itself.

Then he went and wrote it into our contract, yet he wasn't able to keep his hands off me. He was the first to break the rule, with the excuse of sealing the deal the only way it made sense given the type of deal we’d just made. That is until I fucked shit up by being secretive and avoiding the truth. By lying and hiding things from him.

Out of what, you ask?Fear.

Fear of him getting hurt. Fear of him judging me, hating me for what I’ve done. Fear of losing him, the only real friend I’ve ever had. The only unconditional love I’ve felt.

Yet here I am about to break the oath we made like some desperate and hormonal teenage girl who can’t keep it in her pants. I’m hot for the bastard and I’m tired of denying what I feel. It sounded insane a moment ago when I said it in my head, but now just as I am about to say the words out loud to him, it’s completely psychotic.

Have I finally gone mad?

I wouldn’t be surprised. It’s said madness is true freedom, unfiltered needs, unapologetic wants, our true form.Maybe this is what it’s like to feel free?

Slowly, and purposefully, Damon turns to face me, our bodies now merely inches apart. Dark green eyes watch me with a feral desire, but it’s their intention I can’t read, and I’m usually very intuitive. He reaches a hand out toward my chest, slowly strumming his fingers through the ribbons keeping my top together. My breath hitches, goosebumps covering my skin as his fingers slowly graze the space between my breasts.

“You already propositioned me, Princess, or did you forget who you’re currently paying to be yourboyfriend.” Ouch, I guess I deserved that.

I silently curse myself for saying anything and going along with this idiotic plan.What the hell was I thinking?

Damon continues to advance and walks us backward until the back of my knees are crashing into the bed behind me. I breathe in a deep breath trying my best to hide my arousal behind a sassy remark before I fall against the mattress.

“Don’t be a dick, Damon,” I mutter, my voice croaking from the intensity of our proximity. He lowers himself to me, hands resting against the mattress on either side of me as he leans forward only making me lean farther back until my elbows are once again resting behind me.

Heat radiates off him in strong wave lengths similar to damaging ultraviolet rays which sear me with the most intense yet delicate touch. It’s almost painful. His nickname Dragon lives up to its meaning. The man is pure, carnal fire.

The smirk that crosses his lips in the next second forces a soft blush to spread along my flesh, but I hold myself together the best I can with whatever sanity in me remains. I need to seem sure of myself if I’m going to get him to agree to this. I have to sell it as something we both not only want, but need.

And I know for a damn fact he wants this.

It’s been weeks of pent-up energy, tension between us building until it has nowhere else to go but out. Shaking my thoughts away, I clear my throat ready to put it all out there. Luckily, I’ve always been a confident person, in tune with my sexuality and unashamed about indulging in all my darkest desires and pleasures. I’ve never been afraid of expressing myself through sex. I believe it’s the purest form of our true identities and the most genuine way to get to know someone.

Two bodies, giving and receiving with no expectations, and simply enjoying the feeling. An intimacy like no other.

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