Page 58 of Call You Mine

I fought hard to not give into temptation, though it wasn’t until she lay in my arms and begged me to touch her, the painful plea in her eyes, I couldn’t refuse to give her at least a semblance of relief.

Pulling her thong to the side, I lowered my mouth to her pussy, and when I felt the little nub of metal, I lost all resolve. I pounced on her like a wild animal, a savage, possessive beast ready to claim what belonged to me. And I realized every one of her orgasms belonged to me.

After making her come, I snapped out of the lust infused spell she’d put me under like some sort of beguiling witch. It nearly broke me to walk away from her after what I’d just done, but the pained look in her eyes, the tears which streamed down her cheeks only assured me it was the right thing to do. We can’t go there, not when there’s so much uncertainty between us. I hurt her by walking away, but I know staying would have ruined her.

I will ruin her if she allows me, and if she were to, I know I’d be too selfish to say no.

But to say I haven’t had the urge to break my resolve again, staring at every single photo for far too long with her just a room away would be a damn lie. She’s all I think about, all I can see when I close my eyes.

I knew she couldn’t help herself. She’s grown to enjoy playing these games with me—games I used to enjoy but can’t afford to play anymore. Not when what I feel for her obviously means so much more to me than it does to her.

If it did, she would be honest with me.

“Don’t,” I groan, stepping behind her and holding the top in place. Though I obviously didn’t think this through because the moment my fingers touch the silky, smooth skin of her bare shoulders, a rush of heat burns through me like a rampant wildfire.

“I thought…” Wynter stills when my cool touch meets her heated flesh, trailing up her back underneath the top as I fasten it back in place. “It’s fine, Princess,” I mutter into the crook of her neck, placing a soft kiss against it. “Anything you wear looks fucking perfect.”

My voice comes out huskier than I’d planned but I can’t mask the carnal desire she brings out in me. That’s what this woman does to me. She throws me completely off my game and I can’t decide if I hate it or love it.

“Damon,” she moans, pressing her ass into me as her back arches. Our gazes once again meet through the mirror, desire shining bright in her eyes and I almost lose it when her tongue comes out to wet her lips.

Fuck me this woman is trying to kill me and if I don’t get us out of this bathroom, she’s going to succeed because there’s nothing more I want to do then lift her ass onto the counter and spread her legs.

“We should go,” I say, stepping away from her.

Running a hand over my beard I look away afraid of what I’ll do if I look at her. This is exactly what I was afraid of.

I knew from the moment she came to me begging for my help I should have turned her away. I tried to keep my distance from the start and for good reason. We’re complete opposites. Despite having some things in common we were from different worlds and had no business being friends. Especially nothing more than that. Nothing about the two of us being together makes sense. Her brother is married to my ex for fucks sake, and I can barely stomach being in the same room as him. Especially after our last altercation.

Even if this is all fake, something deep inside of me feels like we’re just putting off the inevitable.

We take ten minutes to arrive at The Silver Wolf, an urban style bar featuring live music, handcrafted cocktails, local brews, and an exquisite bar menu. Tonight’s the grand opening, after the soft opening which occurred last week that I unfortunately couldn’t make it to.

Wyn and I walk toward the front door and past the crowd of people waiting in line to get in. The Silver Wolf is buzzing with eager patrons, a live band already lighting up the atmosphere.

“Wow, there’s no parking, and the line wraps around the block. Who knew Sebastian was such an entrepreneur,” she shouts, trying to speak over the loud music as we approach the bouncer at the front of the line.

I lean in to give the bouncer our names and he doesn’t even bother looking down on the guests list in his hands.

“Ms. Servite, Mr. Drake, welcome to The Silver Wolf,” he says, unbuckling the gold rope and letting us through.

I place a hand on the small of her back, trying my hardest not to touch her skin showing above the waist of her jeans as I lead her inside. I could barely stop my hands from traveling further down earlier and I don’t trust I’ll have the same restraint again.

“This place is insane!” she shouts over the music, a bright smile kissing her lips. She’s definitely right.

There’s a large crowd, yet the place doesn’t feel suffocating and cramped like the usual bars I frequent. Booths arranged throughout the entire exterior of the rectangular shaped room, a long L-shaped bar in the center, and toward one corner is a small stage where a band of three guys is currently playing.

There’s a second level, the VIP section which is currently vacant and guarded by two men in front of another golden rope.

I lean in toward her, speaking loudly so she can hear me over the noise. “Jade’s always wanted to own her own bar, and well we’ve all seen what she wants Bass gives her. The man’s fucking obsessed.” Wynter laughs, something I haven’t seen her do since she arrived at my doorstep, and God damn it’s unnerving. Her smile gleams, lighting up the entire room and I want nothing more than to do it again. “I used to joke with her and blame her drinking habit on her career of choice.”

“Stop that’s fucked up,” she squeals, slapping my shoulder playfully. “Bass had a drinking problem of his own and now look at them.” She laughs, shaking her head at the irony. “If only we all gave into our vices, the world would be a better place and we’d all be better for it.” Looking over her shoulder at me she shrugs, winks, and struts off toward the bar leaving me there with a fucking hard on and stupefied look on my face.

Did she just?

I run a hand over my jaw in desperation and in the next second I’m chasing after her. This fucking woman.

Though I don’t get far.

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