Damien
As I walked out of the room, her scent clung to me like a haunting melody, weaving through every breath I took. It was intoxicating-the touch of her sweet cunt, her maddening essence that lingered on my skin, in my lungs, in my head. Her taste, the way her lips, soft and plump, were pleading to be devoured. Her breathless whispers, her delicate body trembling under my touch-it was all too much. And yet, somehow, I’d found the strength to pull away.
She didn’t know, couldn’t know, just how much harder it was for me than for her. Leaving her in that moment was agony.
I wanted to watch her to come apart in front of me, to hear those sweet, sinful sounds spilling from her lips again and again. I wanted to have her in ways she couldn’t even dream of. But fuck, I held back. Not because I didn’t crave her, but because I wanted her to break. I wanted her to beg, to unravel completely under me. And when she did, it would be worth every second of restraint.
“Goddamn it,” I muttered, splashing cold water over my face. The tension thrumming through me was unbearable, and I wasn’t making it easier on myself.
Hailey was something else.
She wasn’t innocent-not really. She knew too much, had done enough to lose any claim to naivety. But still, there was this maddening purity about her, a kind of raw vulnerability that drove me insane. The way her doe eyes locked onto mine, the slight hitch in her breath, the way lips lips parted for a kiss and the way her pussy throbbed-she was a contradiction I couldn’t resist.
Even now, her sweet moans echoed in my mind, threatening to unravel whatever thread of control I had left.
I wanted to fuck her.
I wanted to ruin her so thoroughly she wouldn’t know where she ended and I began. To make her cry out, to push her to the edge and beyond, until she was begging for me to stop-and begging for more all at once.
But not yet.
Not tonight.
She was in the other room, away from where I wanted her to be-beneath me, her body trembling, with my cock buried inside of her sweet pussy. And with her fiery attitude, it wouldn’t be easy. She’d fight me. She’d resist.
But that was fine.
I’d wait.
“Just a few more days,” I murmured, dragging a hand through my hair and pushing it back, my pulse pounding in my ears. “Just a few more days, Hailey, and you’ll be mine. Completely.”
***
Hailey
After breakfast, a maid informed me that Mr. Damien was waiting in the car.
Oh, right. I’d completely forgotten he was supposed to give me a ride to college.
Great. Just great. How much worse could this awkward situation get after what happened last night?
Mentally facepalming, I stepped out of the house and made my way toward Damien’s car. From a distance, I could already see him, lounging casually with a cigarette between his fingers, dark sunglasses concealing his piercing gray eyes. He looked infuriatingly calm, as if he hadn’t been the cause of my sleepless night.
As I approached, a strange heat crept up my skin, uninvited and impossible to shake. I didn’t understand why it happened, but it did-and I had no way to stop it.
Damien must have sensed my gaze because he turned, lowering his sunglasses just enough to reveal those sharp gray eyes. They glinted with curiosity, interest, and something more-something I desperately tried to avoid.
I tore my eyes away and hurried to the other side of the car, slipping inside without a word.
Of course, the moment I tried to buckle my seatbelt, my clumsiness reared its head.
God, not today. Please just let me handle this one simple task.
But, of course, the universe wasn’t feeling generous.
Before I could fumble any further, Damien leaned over, brushing my hand aside. My entire body froze at the proximity, my breath catching as his scent-clean, sharp, with a hint of smoke-filled the space between us. My heartbeat spiked, a traitorous reaction I couldn’t control.
He silently secured the seatbelt with practiced ease, his face lingering close to mine for a moment too long. I tried to focus anywhere else, but how could I? Up close, Damien was utterly, breathtakingly beautiful, and I would have been a liar to deny it.
“I have to say, Bunny,” he finally said, breaking the silence. His tone was unreadable, but his words carried an edge that made my stomach twist. “You’ve got quite the attitude for someone who can’t even manage their own seatbelt.”
Heat flared in my cheeks, the sting of embarrassment tightening my chest. I bit the inside of my cheek, refusing to respond. Anything I said would only dig my grave deeper, so I swallowed the insult in silence.
When he finally pulled away, I exhaled shakily, my body visibly relaxing.
Damien noticed. Of course, he noticed.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and it was clear he enjoyed my obvious reactions. Why wouldn’t he? My fucking body betrayed me at every turn.
“I can do my seatbelt,” I muttered, breaking the silence despite myself. “It just… takes some time.”
“Oh, really?” he chuckled, his amusement evident. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a terrible liar, Hailey?”
“No, because I’m not a liar,” I shot back, biting my tongue the moment the words escaped.
His smirk deepened, his gray eyes sparkling with mischief. “Sure, Bunny. Whatever you say.”
“That wasn’t a lie.”
“Are you going to argue with me now?” He cocked an eyebrow, his voice laced with amusement.
“Yeah, if you’re asking for it. I won’t back down.”
Another chuckle escaped him, low and rich, as he started the car. He didn’t say another word, and, thankfully, the rest of the drive was cloaked in silence-though that silence did little to calm my nerves.
Unlike me, Damien had his act together, exuding effortless composure. Meanwhile, I was a chaotic mess on the inside, my thoughts spiraling in every direction. He, on the other hand, was completely unbothered, his focus on the road as if nothing about the situation fazed him.
God.
How am I supposed to survive this?