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“Do you know how fucking sexy you look at my mercy? Fuck.”

“Looks like the devil wants to play,” she said.

“The devil definitely wants to play,” I teased.

After undressing her, I marveled at how sexy she looked. Taking my finger, I trailed it along her skin as it formed goose bumps from my touch. Eventually, she started squirming, trying to get some leverage against my body.

“You can scream as loud as you want because no one is here to hear you.”

“Fuck,” she muttered.

Once my finger trailed down her stomach, I planted kisses from her belly and down farther. She gasped as I inserted a finger inside her.

“Damon.”

“Do you want more?”

“More.” She made a fist in her hair and arched her back.

“Look at me, beautiful.” I circled my tongue around her clit until she was about to combust.

Right before tilting over the edge, I flipped her onto her stomach and gripped her hair into my hand so her head was tilted back. I whispered in her ear, “Is this okay?”

She licked her lips. “Fuck yeah.”

I smirked and started thrusting inside her.

“I’m gonna come.” Her moan could probably be heard throughout the house but no one was here to hear it. I pumped a few more thrusts and I was delirious with pleasure.

Rolling over, I tried to calm my breathing as I looked over to Kara, who was also on her back now. “Was that okay? Did I hurt you at all?”

“It was great. You didn’t hurt me. I’m not going to break, Damon.”

“I know. Now, will you shower with me?”

She showed her own devilish grin. “Absolutely.”

Chapter Nineteen

DAMON

“You look sexy as hell as an angel,” I told Kara after she dressed in her costume. It was the day of the Halloween party.

“And you look like the most handsome devil I have even seen.” She planted her lips on mine.

I wore a dark red suit, a black dress shirt, and had my own pitchfork and devil horns. Kara’s costume came with big feather wings and a halo. “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to keep my hands to myself with you dressed like that.”

“Maybe I can model for you later.”

“I’m looking forward to ripping those fishnet stockings off you.”

Her short, white body-hugging dress didn’t help my need for her. She was gonna enjoy torturing me. For now, I had to behave. We had guests arriving.

Arriving first, we greeted Olivia and Matteo.

“How did you rope Matteo into this Jack Skellington costume?” I asked Olivia.

“It only took a little convincing.” She winked.

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