I swallow hard at his words. Okay, I’m convinced that this was definitelynota good idea.
CHAPTER 24
DAMON
I PRACTICE WITH Victoria for hours until we’re both exhausted and I’m so full of pent-up sexual tension that I feel like I’m going to explode.
“That’s enough for today,” I say gruffly, turning my back on her to hide the evidence of my arousal.
“Okay,” she says, panting. “Tomorrow?” she asks, and I can hear the eagerness in her voice.
I don’t know if I can stand touching her again tomorrow with no release, but I agree to it anyway. What can I say? I’m a glutton for punishment. And if it means I can spend more time with Victoria, then so be it. Otherwise, she’ll just stay locked away in her room, ignoring me. At least I get to see her, feel her next to me. And the training is something she does need. If anything were to ever happen to her again…
“Damon?” she calls my name, effectively breaking me out of my reverie, and I glance at her over my shoulder.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you,” she says, wiping sweat from her brow.
Her tank top clings to her body, showcasing her lithe figure and pebbled nipples, and I close my eyes and walk away from her without another word. My cock feels as hard as steel between my legs as I go to my bathroom, strip off my clothes and step into the hot shower.
I feel like a goddamn teenager again, yanking my cock after getting all hot and bothered from touching a girl. I tug and tug on that monster until I’m seeing fucking stars and groaning Victoria’s name.
Slapping my hand on the wet tiles, I come.Hard.
Slumping against the tiled wall, I curse as I watch the evidence of my orgasm washing down the drain.
I know I promised to keep training her, but this is gonna be harder than I thought. As long as I can keep my one-eyed monster in check, I’ll be all right. But with her body writhing underneath me and her hips bucking up into mine, fuck, I’m bound to be taking cold showers for the rest of the week until I can have Victoria again.
And Iwillhave her again. Victoria is mine. And the sooner she comes to that realization, the better.
CHAPTER 25
DAMON
I GAVE THE name of Sara’s buyer to Baz a few weeks ago, not expecting any results. And so, when he comes to my office and tells me he found her, I almost can’t believe my ears.
“You…found her?” I stare at him in disbelief. “She’s…alive?” I ask, hopefulness dripping from my voice.
“She is alive and well,” Baz informs me. “I have the address where she currently resides with her husband.”
“Her husband?” I utter. Holy fuck, my sister is alive…andmarried? All this time I had been preparing myself for the worst news possible. I almost can’t believe she’s okay. I have so many questions as to how she escaped the clutches of her captor.
Baz hands me an index card with a phone number and an address down below. “Here’s her number, if you’d like to call her.”
I stare at the paper, afraid to reach out and touch it in case it disappears and this is all a dream. “I…I don’t know what to say.” I look up at Baz’s smiling face, and I tell him, “Thank you. You don’t know what this means to me.” I finally accept the paper, clutching it in my hand, scared of letting it go.
“You are my friend,” Baz says. “Friends help each other.” He rubs the back of his neck with his hand and says, “I’ll leave you alone so you can call your sister. Happy days, my friend.”
I watch with tears in my eyes blurring my vision as he leaves the room. My hand trembles as I dial the number on my cell phone. After three rings, a melodic voice on the other end answers with a simple, “Hello?”
Swallowing hard at the lump forming in my throat, I try to speak, but can’t.
“Hello? Who is this?” the voice asks.
I haven’t heard her voice in so long that I can’t even be sure that it’s her, but I feel it in my gut. This is my sister. This is Sara. “S-Sara?” I stammer.
After a pause, she asks again but more forcefully this time, “Who is this?”
