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It was impossible to not be drawn to this man. A man with secrets, a man with power—and yet, even with secrets and power, he was nothing like Miguel Santos. That was everything to me.
Damian nodded once. “You are. One of these times, I might need a taste of you myself. You’ve gotta taste fucking spectacular to make a priest fuck you all night like that.”
I moved my legs out from under the sheets, scooting to the edge of the bed. Right beside Damian, only I was completely nude, with nipples so hard they practically ached. “That sounds like a you problem,” I whispered, and then I got to my feet.
My shirt from last night lay on the floor directly in front of him, so I bent over and gave him a nice view of my ass—and probably my pussy, too. Mmm. Maybe I did like edging him, teasing him, a bit too much.
When I straightened and turned around, I saw Damian trying to adjust his cock over his pants. I cocked my head at him, making no moves to put the shirt on. Had to grab my bra next. “Something wrong, Damian?”
Damian surprised me by standing. He didn’t go to touch me; instead, he tugged the shirt out from my hand and let it fall to the floor once more. His chest practically hummed with desire, and anyone with eyes could see the way his cock bulged beneath his ripped jeans.
“You,” he breathed out, taking another step closer to me. Though I was not afraid of the man or what he’d do to me, I found myself matching his step backward, all the way until my back hit the wall and I had nowhere else to go.
Trapped between the wall and him. Not a bad place to be.
Damian’s head bent, his forehead only an inch away from mine. His hands were balled up on the wall on either side of me, as if he had to mentally work to keep them off me. “You’re something else,” he whispered. “Truthfully? I never planned on any of this. Coming to Cypress, I wanted to kill you and that daddy of yours.”
“But now?” Never before had two words been more difficult to speak. Something about the position we were in, how close we were, how we weren’t quite touching, made my insides go haywire. And, for some reason, I couldn’t shake the memory of Damian talking to Luca last night.
Our girl. Our girl, like he already viewed me as his.
“Now everything’s changed,” he was quick to say, his face hovering an inch above mine, so close I could feel his hot breath blooming on my face with every exhale. “I thought that was obvious, baby girl?”
The look he gave me in that moment made me shiver, and in doing so, the tips of my nipples brushed against him. Even though it was just fabric against my nipples, I sighed out a moan. For some reason, I felt like I was on the edge of an orgasm, just standing there.
“You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” Damian murmured. “Fucking crazy.”
“I’m… sorry.” There was a long pause between the two words, mostly because it took me forever to think of what to say. I was driving him crazy? The same could be said of the opposite, too.
Damian smirked. “No, you’re not. You’re not sorry one bit. You’re enjoying this just as much as I am.”
I turned my head to the side, needing some fresh air that wasn’t shared between us; it’s just too damn much. Damian took advantage of that by lowering his head even more, his mouth now directly beside my ear.
“When I watched you ride Superman, I was torn between wanting to be in Superman’s place and crawling on that bed to bend you over and sandwich you between us while I fill that other hole of yours. And when I heard you and the unholy priest going at it last night, it took everything in me to not come join you.”
I swallowed hard. I couldn’t seem to get my breathing under control. I didn’t think I’d ever been so turned on before. So turned on without being touched or in the throes of passion. I felt like I could burst.
And Damian must’ve known that, because he wasn’t finished. He whispered, “Listening to you come for your priest… it was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, Giselle. I just imagined him pounding away at you, and you coming like a greedy little vixen.” The hands he had on the wall were slow to slip down, no longer fists; they now rested beside my hips.
“Take right now, for instance,” he murmured, for the first time touching me by brushing his lips against my earlobe. The action sent another shiver down my spine, an uncontrollable bodily reaction to his nearness and what he was saying. “I can tell you want more, and it makes me wonder… how wet are you between those legs?”
I sucked in a hard breath, closing my eyes.
“The girl who used to hate touching… getting wet from nothing but looks and words.” Even though my eyes were closed, I could hear the smirk in his voice. “I know you are. I don’t have to reach between those legs to feel it. I know you’re wet.”
My thighs squeezed together as he spoke. The man was probably right. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was ridiculously wanting right now. Damian talking so much was torture.
“And I bet you want me to check you,” he whispered. “To put my hand between those legs and feel your slick for myself—and I want to, baby girl, fuck, how I want to. But if I do, I won’t be able to stop myself from picking you up, carrying you to the bed, and fucking you for hours like your priest did last night.”
I opened my eyes, slow to turn my head back to Damian and meet his dark-eyed stare. “Now who’s teasing who?”
He smirked harder at that. “Tit for tat. If you want to come right now, you’re going to have to do it on your own.” When I said nothing, when I didn’t move an inch, he chuckled softly and said, “Looks like you can dish it, but you can’t take the heat yourself. So worked up with nowhere to go—unless you hop in the shower with your priest. I’m sure he’d gladly fuck your brains out some more.”
I had no idea what point Damian was trying to make, but if he thought he could get me all worked up like that and walk away, he was wrong. He thought I wasn’t ready to have Atlas? Maybe Atlas wasn’t ready for me.
I lifted a hand and set it on his chest, just below his golden chain, and instantly I heard him inhale. “I’m not the only one worked up,” I whispered, drawing my hand down his chest and over his stomach, stopping right above the bulge in his jeans. “I might be wet, but I bet you’re dripping, too.”
My finger hooked around the waistband of his jeans, and I tugged it once, jerking his lower half closer to me, close enough that I could now feel that bulge against my lower stomach. “So don’t act like Mister High and Mighty when you’re not. Right now, you want the same thing as me. I think you just want to see who breaks first.”
