Page 58 of Emperor of Lust

Damian

Why?

Hana

It’s gross, and rude.

Damian

If it’s so gross, then how come it gets you so wet?

My fingers hesitate over the keys, pulse hammering, before I reply.

Hana

It doesn’t. I promise you that.

Damian

Prove it. Put your phone under that business skirt of yours and take a photo.

I clench my jaw, forcing back a grin as I type.

Hana

I’m not sending you a picture of my panties.

Damian

Then get your ass back here and show me in person.

“What’s got you smiling like that?” Annika laughs, and I realize too late my face has betrayed me.

“Nothing,” I mutter, trying to keep my expression neutral.

Another text from Damian dings, and I can almost hear his tone turning darker.

Damian

Seriously though, lest I have to remind you of our arrangement, where are you and why aren’t you here to take care of this?

The next message is a photo. Of him. Or, at least, a very swollen, veined, thick, and…fuck me, mouthwatering…part of him.

My eyes bulge as the high-def photo of Damian’sgiantcock fills my screen. I quickly swipe away from the image.

Hana

You’re a lunatic.

Damian

Where. Are. You. I’m not joking. If you’re in that fucker Kai’s room again, he’s going to have to learn to sign his name with his goddamn toes.

I roll my eyes.

Hana

I’m down the hall.

---