Page 66 of Call You Mine

“Yeah totally fine,” I choke out, “Just doing some yoga.” I sound like a total idiot.

“I can see that,” he mocks, a humorous tone in his voice as he takes a step forward, giving himself just enough space to close the door behind him.

I fall back onto the bed and stretch my legs out in front of me before propping myself on my elbows to meet his gaze. Just who I wanted to see.

My mind goes quiet, the earlier worries flooding it now completely gone and taking over are the thoughts of why he’s here? Why has he come barging in to ask if I’m okay?

Damon says nothing to pacify my thoughts or answer the questions I know he can see in my expression. I look just as confused as I feel.

Did Jade call him? That’s the only explanation, right?Jade called him when I left the bar feeling sick, she had to have done it. I mean why wouldn’t she call her best friend to tell him his girlfriend left work early because she was feeling sick and acting like a total maniac.

My body immediately tenses though for a completely different reason as I take in the entirety of his appearance. His hair has gotten long since he cut it for Stella’s wedding, but tonight it looks like someone has run their fingers through it. God, I hope it was only him and not some other client he’s working for. He said he was no longer taking on other clients, but then again if he’d lied how would I know?

He runs a hand over his jaw, his beard a thick shadow painting his jaw black though it remains neatly groomed. God, I want to feel it between my legs, feel its roughness as he eats me out, leaving a coat of redness and ache along my inner thighs. Tosee it covered in my arousal when I come all over his tongue so hard it drips out of his mouth and coats his beard.

God, I’m getting so hot just picturing it, but it sure helps the numbness my body felt earlier.

That’s it, the only way to erase the last few hours and the dread I was about to succumb to is to replace it with a feeling I want, one that I need. A sense of euphoria, and the only one who can give me that is him.

Fuck yoga, I need to ride a dragon.

Standing up from the bed, I slowly walk over to where he stands, barely inside the room, watching my every move as I approach him. His jaw tenses when I come to a stop right before him and reach for his jacket. Taking it out of his hand, I drape it along the chair by my window before turning back, raising up on my tiptoes, and placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“You know, there are other ways in which one can unwind from a long, tiresome day.” I try my best to sound seductive though in reality I’m shaking inside from the possibility of him rejecting my advances yet again.

“Oh really,” he says, shocking me by playing along. I place a hand on the small patch of skin showing under the collar of his shirt and nearly shiver as desire shoots through me when his right hand slides from my waist up my side. He’s careful though, his thumb sticking out to not rub underneath my breast, but his fingers slowly trace the skin above my waist as they move.

“Mmm,” I murmur unable to speak. Desire courses through me, shockwaves of pure, unfiltered need overwhelm me as I picture his lips against mine. His rough hands caressing every inch of my skin. The many ways in which his mouth would bring me to my knees over and over, while his cock fills me completely.

I feel his body grow stiff underneath my touch before he releases me and steps back. “Wynter please, we can’t. Just don’t…”

Anger rushes inside me, a wave of ire that immediately sets my entire body ablaze but for a completely different reason.

I’m Wynter fucking Servite, daughter of a depraved villain and his equally vile plaything. The former Ice Princess of Servite Academy who survived two years married to a mafia don, locked up in his tower unless I was let out to hang on his arm like a prized possession. Yet here I am, letting a man—who just a year ago was nothing more than a punk who was brought into a world he didn’t belong to—treat me like I’m not worth his time or attention.

I can tell Damon notices the tension in me but he doesn’t say a damn thing to ease it. His dazzling green eyes—the precious emerald jewels which have mesmerized me and turned me into a weak and pathetic damsel who needs saving—watch me with uncertainty. There’s a glimmer of something in them, something I cannot decipher yet I can feel it in my bones and it feels more real than anything ever has. A passion, a longing, a fear of the unknown, an unwillingness to let go.

All of it comes crashing into me like a torrent of brutal tides that want to end me. I suddenly can’t breathe. Inhaling sharply I grab onto his tie and pull him toward me until his lips are a mere inch from mine.

“I’m done,” I whisper against his mouth, aching to give into my need for him. But I’m tired of the embarrassment of his constant rejection. I may understand why he does it, claiming he won’t give into this between us because he knows I’m not being completely honest with him, but it doesn’t give him the right to play with my emotions this way.

“Princess,” he growls in warning, a sound so deep and raw it makes my skin break out in goosebumps.

“I’m done playing games with you. I’m tired of trying to get you to realize that I’m right here. That I want you. I’m so sick of your rejection. You either want me or you don't, Damon. Idon’t have energy to continue this…” I point between us, unable to name what’s between us. Is it an obsession, a craving of something which we both know is wrong. Or is it so much more than that and he’s just too afraid to accept it? “If you want me, then man up and have me. If you don’t, then leave me the fuck alone. I don’t need you if it’s going to come with ultimatums. I can take care of myself and my needs all on my own.”

Pushing him off me, I watch as he falters back, surprised by my admission, but he still doesn’t say a thing so I continue. “Just admit you’re afraid, Damon. Of getting hurt like you have in the past. Because I know despite what you’ve made yourself believe, what happened between you and Scarlett, it hurt you.”

Anger flickers in his eyes at the mention of his ex-girlfriend who now is my brother’s wife. His throat bobs as he swallows back the fury I’m sure he wants to unleash on me for bringing it up yet again. I can see it in the way his teeth clench, his fingers rubbing against one another like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands.

“Watch it, Wynter. You have no fucking clue what you’re saying.”

I scoff, hating his cowardice. “I know you care for me, but you’re also holding back because you can’t risk getting into something and ending up hurt. So let’s make a deal.” His eyebrows quirk up in curiosity. “I want you, Damon, and I’ll take you in any way that I can. Even if you don’t want me the same way, I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you even if it’s temporary.”

A deep chuckle leaves him as he runs his hand through his hair in a move that shows just how unnerved he is by all of this. “We already have a temporary contract, Wynter. Or have you forgotten what you’re paying me to pretend?”

I take three steps forward and push him back against the wall before I grab him yet again by his tie and pull him toward me.The quick movement catches him off guard and his hands land on my waist as he braces himself for whatever I’m about to do next.

“Then let’s renegotiate,” I say, my tongue sneaking out to lick my lips. I bite down on my bottom lip, his eyes quickly flicking down to my mouth at the motion. “Get rid of your stupid rule of no fucking me and give me what I want from you. Because I want it. I want your cock.” I trail a hand down his chest until I palm his thick, hard cock in my hand and squeeze, making him groan in response. It’s exhilarating to feel how hard he is, to feel him grow in my hand from how much he wants this, wants me. “I want it in me, Damon. In my mouth, in my pussy, all of it. So let me have it, even if it’s just for the rest of our contract. If at the end of this you want it all to remain just a fake ploy to fool my mother, that’s all it will ever be.”

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