Page 9 of An Illicit Seduction

“Damon, what the hell are you doing?!” Her voice was barely higher than a whisper, the words straining to jump out of her mouth.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked with a single brow raised. “I’m being nice to Auntie Joyce’s baby.”

Seraph’s eyes were wide, her mouth hanging open for a moment before she snapped it shut and shook her head, lifting her arms between them to frame his face with her hands. “Are you on drugs? Is that it? You can tell me, and I’ll help you find some resources. I won’t even tell Uncle Louis, I swear. Just tell me what’s going on with you.” Her voice had taken on a desperate note that she didn’t even try to hide. His actions had her so confused; she didn’t know how to categorize them. What was going on here?

“If it was drugs, would they make you feel good, Ser, because that’s all I want to do. I want to make you feel good so that you scream my name like you did at that party. Can I do that?”

Slowly, Seraph shook her head. His eyes had darkened from a warm brown to something akin to mud after it rained, and everything inside of Seraph was telling her to run as quickly and as far away as she could. But she didn’t get the chance because faster than she could process his already brazen behavior, Damon’s hand slid off of her waist and slipped underneath her skirt to rest on her panty-covered mound. His mouth dropped to her neck, and he kissed her softly before speaking directly into her ear.

“Are you sure?

Sliding his palm against her, he used his middle finger to rub along her slit, soaking the crotch of her panties in her juices.

Sucking in a breath, she grabbed his wrist. “Don’t do this.”

“Why?” he murmured, licking the shell of her ear.

She whimpered, her fingers tightening around his wrist. “Because… it’s wrong.”

Biting her earlobe, he growled. “When has an orgasm ever been wrong?” Then he pulled her panties to the side and slid a finger into her opening.

“Oh my God,” she cried out softly as her hips bucked of their own volition.

He slid a second finger into her and began pumping quickly. Heat engulfed her belly, and the way she widened her stance was an unconscious reaction, her head falling back against her shoulders as she panted heavily. When Damon leaned forward and nipped at her throat with his teeth, he added a third finger, and she shuddered at the intrusion—at how full she felt.

“What’s my name?” he asked.

Eyes closed, she shook her head, refusing to answer him.

His thumb dug into her folds until it found her clit, and her eyes popped open to find him staring at her intensely. “Answer me,” he demanded.

Her mouth parted as her bottom lip curled in and tucked under her teeth. His eyes narrowed at her defiance, prompting him to pump into her faster until her knees weakened and her toes curled in her flats. She gripped his forearms as her climax sped toward her like a bullet train.

“Shit! Damon!” she hissed. “Fuuuuck!”

She slumped against him, moaning when he pulled his fingers from inside her, the wet sound echoing in the quiet kitchen. He sucked the three digits into his mouth, and as she watched him clean her juices from his hand, the reality of what just happened hit her harder than her orgasm had.

Not again! she thought, her face pinching into a frown. Before Damon could say another word, she ducked under the arm he still had anchored on the counter behind her and sprinted toward the front door. With trembling fingers, she pulled her keys from her pocket and jogged toward her car. Her mother was standing in the street, grinning up into the face of some man that Seraph didn’t recognize, but she was too flustered to do anything about it. She eased her car out of the driveway and rolled down the window to call out a goodbye to Joyce before speeding off down the street and navigating out of the neighborhood.

She couldn’t blame this one on sleep, and it didn’t seem like she could blame it on drugs either. He hadn’t been bleary-eyed nor had slurred speech, and when she thought about it, neither of those symptoms had been present the night of Jaime’s party. Maybe the truth was that Damon had a side of him that no one ever saw—a side that she would have never believed existed. Where he had always seemed shy and reserved, he was now full of bravado and perversion, and for some reason had fixated on her. Her thoughts went from wondering what was wrong with him to figuring out how to avoid him at all costs.

There was no way she was letting him put his hands, mouth, or any other body part near her again.

CHAPTER SIX

Explain Yourself

“Heifer, I know you didn’t leave without saying anything?!”

Seraph sighed as her mother screeched into her ear and lifted her shoulder to hold her phone to her face as she unlocked the door of her apartment. She’d been anticipating this call and was surprised it had taken an hour to come. Those sixty minutes had given her enough time to browse the aisles at Poured in search of the perfect bottle of sweet wine to drown her woes in tonight.

Walking inside, she locked the door behind her and disengaged the alarm before dropping her keys onto an end table and kicking out of her shoes as she made her way to the kitchen.

“I said bye, Mama.”

Joyce sucked her teeth, and Seraph dug her trusty rabbit wine bottle opener out of a drawer and fixed it to the top of the wine.

“No. What you did was yell out some mess from the front seat of your car as you were driving off! That’s not the same thing at all. You weren’t even here ten minutes. You didn’t even get to eat!”