Page 66 of Hellbent
We’re caught.
And Wyatt sees everything.
The way I’m bent over the workbench, naked and shaking. The way Damian is buried inside of me. He pulls out and cum runs down my leg, slick down my thighs.
I scramble to pull myself together, but Damian is slow to move away from me—almost like he’s deliberately making Wyatt see before he lets me go.
Fucking bastard.
And Wyatt doesn’t look away. He glares at us, blue eyes turned molten, nostrils flaring with anger as he exhales.
“You’re supposed to be working.”
His voice is low, controlled, but laced with fury.
I flinch, becausefuck, that somehow makes it worse.
I grab my coveralls, dragging them up my legs with shaking hands. Damian steps back, pulling on his boxers and tucking himself away, moving at his own fucking pace.
Wyatt watches both of us, his jaw tight, and then his gaze snaps to me.
“You’re unbelievable.”
The words land like a slap.
Shame slams through me, hot and suffocating, crawling up my throat.
“Wyatt—”
But he’s already turning away.
“No.” His voice is quiet, but lethal. “I don’t even wanna fucking look at you right now.”
I wince.
For a second, I think he might say something else—some kind of condemnation, something cruel. But instead, he just shakes his head and walks back through the shop door.
Silence.
I let out a slow, shaking breath, mortified. My skin burns.
Damian lets out a low, slow whistle. “Well…fuck.”
I whirl on him, shoving at his chest, furious. “Why the fuck didn’t you stop?”
He catches my wrists, stopping me mid-motion, his hazel eyes burning with amusement. Zero regret.
“Don’t act like you didn’t love every fucking second of it.”
I frown. He’s right, but I don’t know how he can take this in stride. Wyatt’s fury destroys me.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
WYATT ISN’T IN the kitchen when I get up. The coffee pot is half empty, its warmth long gone. The lights are on in the garage, and a drill revs as I pour my cereal.
He’s working already.
I go back to bed after my cereal and lie there, staring blankly at the shelves of dusty boxes, my heart lead-heavy in my chest.
