I angle the camera down, showing my sleep shirt, my bare legs half hidden beneath the covers. When I bring it back to my face, his expression has darkened, pupils blown wide.
“Touch yourself.”
“Damien—”
“You said you felt fine. Prove it.” His hand moves out of frame, and the harsh catch in his breath lets me know exactly what he’s doing. “Let me see you fall apart again.”
My hand slides down my body before conscious thought intervenes. Under my shirt, palm cupping my breast, thumb rasping over my nipple.
“That’s it.” His breathing’s already roughening. “Keep going.”
My eyes close as I let my hand drift lower. Over my stomach, between my legs, images from this afternoon playing in my head. Still sensitive from this afternoon, I jerk slightly at my first touch.
“Eyes open. Look at me.”
I force my lids apart, meeting his gaze through the screen. His hand’s moving faster now, working himself while he watches me.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about.” His jaw bunches, voice strained.
“You.” The truth slips out. “Against the wall. Your fingers inside me.”
“And?”
“Your voice.” I circle my clit, thighs clenching. “Telling me to come.”
“Fuck.” His jaw muscles strain, head tipping back briefly before he refocuses on me. The intensity of his gaze has my core pulsing, arousal surging. “I’m going to come watching you touch that pure little pussy. Are you close?”
“Yes.” The word comes out broken. I’m so close it hurts, slowing my fingers as I balance right on the edge.
“Then come for me, Snowflake. Let me see it.”
The orgasm hits hard and sudden, stealing my breath. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, body arching off the mattress while Damien watches with those hungry eyes.
“Beautiful,” he mutters, then groans, his own release hitting. I watch his face transform, all control slipping for a moment, revealing something raw and unguarded before his mask snaps back into place.
We breathe together for a moment, the silence surprisingly comfortable.
“Better?” he asks finally.
“Yes.”
“Good.” His voice softens. “Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
The call ends before I can respond, leaving me alone with my racing heart and trembling hands.
I should feel worse. Used. Degraded. All the things I felt coming down from the high of this afternoon.
Instead, I feel… connected.
I thumb through my apps for the recording, queuing it to the right moment. The audio plays on low volume, just loud enough for me to hear, and the words wrap around me like a blanket. Dangerous and warm and probably the biggest lie he’s ever told, even if he doesn’t realise it yet.
But lying here in the dark, listening to that whispered confession on repeat, I let myself believe it’s real. Just for tonight. Just until morning comes and I face reality again.
The smile on my face feels foreign. Too soft for someone grappling with such obvious danger.
But I can’t seem to make it go away.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
