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She squeezed her eyes shut to block out the image they made as her arousal began to build. Damien reached under her shirt from behind and reverently stroked his hands over her breasts, pulling down the cups of her bra as he went. Then he notched himself in her opening and began to work his cock inside her, slow push by slow push, until she was gasping and letting out a high-pitched yelp. Her hands fisted in the sheet as she held on so she didn’t topple off the mattress.
“Oh god, this is so much better than fucking you in your dreams,” Damien cried. Even though she didn’t want to, curiosity and arousal were her downfall, and Tina opened her eyes to watch his head tossed back and the cords in his neck tense as she clenched around him.
As she clenched around his bare cock.
“Damien, condom!” she cried.
He let out a throaty chuckle that was equally affectionate and evil. “I’ve been through that bastard’s head, baby. He always kept it wrapped. Unless you’ve fucked someone else other than me and my brother.”
He began thrusting in slow, easy pumps that had Tina’s eyes fluttering closed. Derrick. This was Derrick’s body. She felt him deep inside her, hitting all the right spots. When she dropped to her elbows, her ass tilting higher in the air, each push caused a new wave of sensation that had her skin heating and slicking with sweat. She could feel his balls graze her clit with every thrust. His hands were harder, firmer than Derrick’s as he gripped her hip and pulled her back against his cock tomeet each thrust. The room filled with moans, pants and cries of pleasure, mostly from her. Her thighs trembled as she struggled to keep her ass up in the air.
Damien spoke to her. He muttered words that didn’t make any sense. She was so far gone that she almost missed it when he said, “My revenge.”
Her muscles tightened as an orgasm began to crest. “R-revenge?” she cried out.
In response to her stiffness, Damien thrust harder, faster, then snagged a fistful of her hair and tugged her head up so their eyes met in the mirror.
“Who am I?” he growled. His other hand was bruising on her hip. “Who the fuck am I?”
“Damien!” she shrieked.
“That’s right,” he said, his lips peeling back to reveal pearl-white teeth. “I’m Damien, and I’m fucking Logan’s woman. I’m takingLogan’swoman, like Logan took fromme.”
Using her hair as a leash, he tugged her up on her knees, her back bowed at an impossible angle, as his thrusts became erratic, hard, relentless, and their cries echoed together. They watched each other in the mirror. Her breasts swayed, her ass cheeks jiggled, and his balls slapping against her cunt.
“I’m coming!” she cried, reveling in the feel of Damien in the flesh, Damien in blood and bone, finally taking her the way she’d dreamed he would over and over since she moved in her house. The way that her twisted, fucked-up brain liked it and the way she hated how much she wanted him to do this again and again and again.
“I’m coming! Damien!”
The orgasm gripped her by the throat just as Damien roared, and then his hands immediately gentled. The fist in her hair loosened and grazed the front of her neck before holding hersteady. She swallowed, feeling the strength of his palm over her throat.
“Tina.”
The tone was different. Warmer. Familiar.
“Oh my god,” she gasped, shuddering with aftershocks. “Derrick.”
She let out a sob and collapsed against the mattress as Derrick returned to her. He adjusted his legs so that he could lay at her side and covered her back with his chest. She could feel him trembling as his hands shakily stroked over her belly. They lay together, trembling, sweaty and shaken.
They didn’t say anything for a long time.
Chapter
Fourteen
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Derrick asked for the hundredth time. He drove with his wrist draped over the steering wheel and his other hand planted on the back of Tina’s headrest. There was still a crease between his brows and worry lines bracketing his mouth.
Tina rested her hand over his thigh, stroked up and down, then squeezed the hard muscle through his jeans. He’d been asking her the same question for the last two days. He’d insisted on Tina staying at his house, too. He didn’t want her to be alone, and a part of her believed that he didn’t want to be left alone, either. “It wasfine. Scary as hell, but a part of me felt connected to you because I knew that you were there.”
He shook his head as if he was still trying to escape the daze he was in. “That was the most fucked-up experience of my life. I could see it all happening in front of me like a movie. Except it wasn’t me talking or moving.”
“Butyouwere inside me,” she said. “Your body.”
He nodded; his eyes fixed on the road. His headlights cut through the darkness. “I was the one inside you,” he finally said.“I even felt…pleasure.” He had that same stunned expression on his face that he’d sported since the possession.
“We have to figure out why Damien is still seeking revenge, why he’s bent on using me. Remember my dream? Does that have anything to do with his need to fuck me, too?” She’d been racking her brain for two days now, desperately trying to figure out why Damien was still here. Why he’d gone so far as to fuck her in his brother’s body. More importantly, why was simply sleeping with her not enough to satisfy his revenge. Unless Logan had something to do with his death…
No, that couldn’t be. Could it?
