Page 35 of Now You See Him
This wasn’t Derrick.
He ignored the napkin he was reaching for, and with his eyes on her, started to walk slowly around the island. His posture filled with a mean-spirited swagger that had all of the alarm bells in her head ringing in warning.
“There is nothing I can do that will ever be enough to traumatize that prick,” Derrick said. His voice was gravelly, rough, and deep. The charm she’d come to expect was long gone.
“D-Derrick?”
“I’ll give you another guess,” he said as he rounded the end of the island and slowly inched towards her.
Tina scrambled to her feet and began backing away from the man who had somehow taken corporeal form. “How did you?—”
“We’re twins,” Damien said with a wicked grin. “I can visit bodies for a few minutes here and there just to get my point across but with Derrick? My soul will always be connected to my good-ol’-boy brother. He’s there. Inside. Angry as hell. But he’ll forgive me for having a little fun. He always forgives me.”
The stilted way he spoke made her think that Derrick was more than justangry. He had to be furious.
Tina began backing away in slow, measured steps. “What do you want, Damien? Why are you still here?”
He cocked his head. “Do you still not know?” he said quietly. “That big brain of yours inside that killer body. Tits. Ass. Cunt. You’re the full package. You still can’t figure it out, can you?”
She shook her head, desperately trying to suck in air as panic swelled inside her, pressing against her lungs. Her back hit the fridge, and she barely suppressed a yelp.
Damien was on her before she could slide to the left and make a run for it. His hand slapped against the fridge on either side of her head, and the sound made her jump. He leaned forward and licked her cheek in one long stroke. She felt the wetness, the pressure of his tongue and had to suppress a shudder.
Tina closed her eyes. He smelled like Derrick. He looked like Derrick. That’s what she had to remember. “Your brother?—”
“Is obsessed with you,” Damien said blandly. “He can’t wait to get this cock inside your cunt every chance he gets. His head is filled with memories of moments he spent time with you, and since there are so few, they’re on repeat like a broken fucking record.”
Damien pressed the flat of his palm against her chest over her heart. It beat in a rapid staccato that he had to be able to feel. When he sniffed deeply, closing his eyes as he inhaled like she was an aphrodisiac, she nearly whimpered. “You’re wet.”
“N-no. No, Damien, just tell me why you’re here. Tell me what you want.”
“Right now, I want to give you what you need. You’ve never been fucked the way I do it. Not even my brother can give you the rough rutting than I can. You’re welcome, by the way.”
She pushed against the hard planes of his chest, finding comfort in the familiar curves of his pectorals, the muscled torso that sloped under the waistband of his jeans. Her voice was reedy now. High-pitched and desperate to buy some time. “If you have some vendetta against Logan, I need to understand why so we can set you free?—”
Her question was cut off when he leaned down, wrapped his arms around her thighs, and hoisted her over his shoulder. She came face-to-face with his backside just as he slapped hers and carried her out of the room.
Tina was barely able to catch her breath before he strolled down a hall with rough drywall and room entrances with no doors until he reached the end, where there was a main suite. This room was also finished, with cream walls and a neatly made king-size bed. On the wall opposite the foot of the bed was a mirror with gold trim, six feet tall and wide.
Before she could comment on it, Damien threw her on the bed. She scrambled back, but he grabbed her ankle and tugged her towards him again. She was a rag doll and he was strong enough to position her exactly where he wanted.
“Let’s see if you’re just protesting for the sake of saying no,” Damien said. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her pants and yanked them off her in one quick tug. The cool air hit her bare thighs, and her skin immediately prickled.
Before she could scramble back again, Damien curved his hands under her knees and tugged her closer while simultaneously spreading her legs. His take-charge attitude instantly had her glistening, no,drippingwith desire.
“Derrick wouldn’t want this,” she cried, desperate to be loyal tooneman.
“Don’t let that bastard fool you,” Damien replied. He shrugged out of the flannel, then reached over his shoulder and pulled off the T-shirt in one swift movement. Derrick’s body flexed and his muscles tightened even though Damien’s words came out of his mouth. “My twin was as mean as I was growing up. He’s just more dangerous than I am because he hides it better.”
He prowled over her, the rough chest hair rubbing against her taut nipples, practically poking holes through her shirt. She turned her head away and pushed his shoulders before she rolled to the side and tried to climb over the foot of the bed. Damien just wrapped his arms around her waist and maneuvered her on all fours.
When she looked up, she saw their reflection in the wide mirror. Her jaw went slack as she saw Damien in Derrick’s body remove his large cock from his pants and give himself a few hard strokes until he was so stiff, she trembled at the sight.
“Damien,” she whispered again.
“Watch us,” he commanded. He jerked his chin towards the mirror. “Watch as I plow your dripping cunt. You’re dripping, you know that?”
He slapped her pussy, and she yelped from the quick sting. Her protest didn’t disguise the embarrassingly wet sound that her lips made at contact.
