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His massive body filled the suddenly small space that was my parents’ giant kitchen just minutes ago. Covered from head to toe in black, he looked like some kind of ominous angel of death.
Dark hair disheveled around his head and falling over his forehead.
Black jacket covering an equally dark T-shirt that molded to his chest and showed all the definition of his masculinity.
His dark pants weren’t tight, but they were formfitting enough I could see how strong and powerful he was.
And then, to end it, he wore onyx-colored combat boots that pulled together his whole “shit-kicker” appearance.
For long moments, we just stood staring at each other. I felt a weird shift in the air. Everything got hotter, thicker.
My skin was burning from his intense focus on me.
Neither of us said anything as I watched him grab a bottle of my father’s scotch from the cupboard and pour himself a hearty glass. He took a long pull from the glass, his focus on me.
When he set his glass down and braced his hands on either side of himself on the counter, I told myselfnotto look at the way his biceps bulged from that slight movement.
We stood there staring at each other. It was like this game of who would break eye contact first. I wanted to look away so badly, his focus too intense, too explosive, that I felt it wrap around me.
“All alone tonight, Fina?” he all but growled, his head slightly lowered, his eyes trained on me.
I nodded slowly.
“Hmm,” he hummed low in his throat. He said nothing, then the corner of his mouth gradually rose in a smirk. “Come here,” he ordered, hard and measured.
I shook my head.
“I said come here, Fina.” His voice was deeper. Darker. He was commanding and dominant.
I found my feet taking me closer to him of their own accord, only regaining control of myself in time to stop when I was a foot from where Damien was, and I could feel a flush stealing over me. Beads of sweat dotted my brow and between my breasts that were so cold mere minutes ago. I couldn’t catch my breath as I tipped my head back to stare up into his face. Being this close to Damien was combustible.
It was like I touched a live-wire and that electricity was coming straight from the man in front of me.
I stared into his dark eyes and saw how closed off he kept his expression, how steely and unforgiving he held himself.
It melted me.
It soaked me.
Damien said nothing, but he snagged a lock of my hair and rubbed the strands between his fingers, watching the act, making a husky sound deep in his throat.
I didn’t know why he called me over only to say nothing… and when all he was doing was touching my hair really inappropriately.
I tried to catch my breath knowing if hell was real, I had a first-class ticket there because I was completely wet between my thighs.
And all because of my uncle.
ChapterThree
The room was so hot.Iwas too hot.
And I forced myself to back away to the other side of the island from Damien just so I could breathe, his look growing darker when the move pulled my hair from between his fingers.
I licked my lips, noticing Damien’s gaze dropping to watch the act. He flickered his focus to the wine glass still secured in my hand then looked back into my eyes.
“How much have you drank, sweet girl?”
I didn’t reply, and a low growl left him as he took a step closer.
