Page 59 of Demise

“I’m not,” he says.

“You were made for me, Danny. There’s no way around it. I’ve been a foolish woman. I’ve hurt you more than any person could, and yet here you stand. I tried to push you away. I tried to upset you because you upset me. I wanted you to realize what you were missing out on when you chose the streets over me.”

I’ve always judged Danny for his choice. He chooses to do evil things, but didn’t I do the same? Every day I lived life beside his brother, and deep down, I knew it was hurting this man. Put aside the fact, I loved Samuel. That has nothing to do with this. I should never have let things go as far as they did. It doesn’t mean I regret my life with Samuel, it just means I regret hurting Danny.

“So, you see, whatever evil you think lives inside of you, I can match it.”

A hard scoff comes from his chest. “Trust me, love. I can handle anything you throw.”

“I scratch and burn,” I whisper.

He smirks. “But you know I love playing with fire.”

I smile just as he kisses me, igniting that flame that lives inside of me. He grabs the bottom of my sweater and I lift my arms. I grip his shirt, pulling it off, too. I run my hands over his chest as I fall back onto the table. He leans over me, kissing my jaw, my lips, my neck.

My legs wrap around his waist and he winces.

“Shit,” I say. “Are you okay?”

He sits up gently. “Maybe not,” he says, and I’m not sure what he’s implying.

He sees my confusion.

“I’ve thought about this a few times.” He smiles. “But I don’t think I’m able to just yet.”

I bite my grin.

He looks down my body. I’m shirtless, only in a bra and jeans. His face turns somber. “It’s been over thirteen years since I’ve seen you like this.”

I sit up on my elbows, aware of my hair falling around my shoulders. His expression stays melancholy. His eyes search mine; his lips are in a pout. He rests his hands beside my thighs, tipping his head.

“You promise you’re not going to change your mind?”

It breaks my heart.

Here stands this man. This dark, dangerous man. I’ve seen his bad side, his scary side, and so has everyone who’s been in contact with him, but I’m the only one who’s seen this side.

Has Mae seen this side, though?

The thought doesn’t please me.

I lean up. “It’s too late for mind changing now. I’m not going anywhere.” I kiss his lips softly, my tongue seeking his. He matches me, and we suck and bite, lick and touch. My nipples harden under my bra, and my pussy grows wet as my clit throbs.

I tighten my thighs around his. He grabs my ass and presses me to him. I feel his cock and I wish to God our clothes were off. I’m hot, panting and burning for his touch.

He breaks our kiss. “Lie back,” he says. I do so and he reaches for the button on my jeans. He unbuttons them and pulls the zipper down. I lift my hips up and he grabs the waist, pulling them over my ass and past my thighs. I look at him as he yanks them off. “Spread your legs,” he commands.

I ball my fists that are above my head, spreading my legs. I’m in black lace panties, and from the look on his face, he approves. Blackishis favorite.

He stands before me, gazing between my thighs, shirtless. His hair’s mussed from my fingers, his abs visible, his tattooed chest broad.

Veins protrude on his forearms and I don’t know why, but I think that’s beyond sexy. The necklace that matches my bracelet hangs around his neck and makes me smile.

He runs his finger up my center, over my hard clit. I inhale deeply, my eyes closing.

“I can feel your wetness through your panties,” he says. I open my eyes and look at him. He fists his cock in his pants “Do you know how bad I want to sink inside of you?” His voice is thick, making my legs shiver. He holds a confident expression, his chin is slightly lifted, his lip between his teeth. Just that look alone makes me wetter. How can one man be so sexy?

His brow raises and he loops his finger under my panties and dips it inside of me. I moan without shame.

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