“I will,” he promises darkly.
Knowing we only have mere seconds left before we’re surrounded, I grab for his ears and headbutt him, causing his nose to explode with blood.
“Eat a dick, motherfucker.” I grab my crotch as I’m pulled away by two security guards who are not fucking around. They toss me out on my ass with a warning. Entry revoked.
I laugh maniacally on the sidewalk, smearing the blood on my face. Pulling out my phone, I call the only person I want to see. “Hey, baby, where are you?”
14
Liv
“Is this a usual occurrence with you?”I direct Damon to sit down on the toilet so I can wipe his bloody face clean.
“Only recently.” He takes my hand and kisses the inside of my wrist. “At least it’s not my blood this time.”
“Thank Jesus for small favors.” Reaching for a washcloth, I run it under some warm water before gently wiping away the splatters of blood on his cheek, chin, and nose. “What the hell were you thinking, confronting Lev like that?” I all but scold him, tossing the now-stained washcloth into the trash.
“I’m tired of being pushed around. Tired of being seen as weak.”
I grab his face and jerk it up. “No one thinks you’re weak. All you’ve done is try to protect the people you care about. That’s not weak.”
Damon exhales an alleviated breath, placing his hands on my hips. “I want to get you naked andprotectyou all night long.”
I smirk down at him. “You are very good atprotectingme.”
“Oh, yeah?” He stands, smug as all hell.
“Yeah.” I slide my hands up his chest, his muscles tensing beneath my fingers.
I know what I said. That we could never be together, but he wore me down. And then when he propositioned me, I just couldn’t say no. I couldn’t say no to him anymore. There was something in his eyes. In his voice. The way he was holding me. Every part of me called out to every part of him. As much as I wanted to deny what I was feeling, I couldn’t. I could no longer swim against currents so strong.
Ten years of repressed emotion has a weakening effect. And for just five minutes, I don’t want to be strong. For a small inkling of time, I want what I want. And I want to enjoy it. Is he going to break my heart somehow, some way? Absolutely. I have no doubt in my mind. So I’m preparing for it. Locking my heart in a steel cage to protect it from the inevitable fallout.
For now, though, I’m just going to soak it all up. Have my fun.Bewith Damon the way I have always fantasized about. No pressure. Unless it’s the pleasurable kind between my legs.
“So, what are you going to do now that you’re banned from the casino?”
Damon shrugs off his answer. “I could always go to another one. Or,” he considers, “I could just let Ky and the others take care of the outstanding balance and spend the rest of the time holed up in a hotel room with you.”
“That seems very . . . irresponsible,” I flirt.
“I think they’ll give me a pass this one time.” He gropes my ass.
“In that case.” I rub up against him, purposely getting him all hot and bothered. “Take your clothes off.”
“Only if I get to take yours off first.” He yanks up my tank top. Kira and I were just finishing up dinner by the pool when Damon called me, so I’m still dressed casually in a borrowed bikini and cutoff jean shorts.
It’s like a gun going off at the races the minute we put our hands on each other. It’s so powerful, so carnal. It’s like we can’t fuck hard enough or fast enough. Or even just enough.
Damon doesn’t even bother to take off my bikini top. He just pulls the shiny metallic orange triangles to the side and exposes my breasts. He ravishes me, sucking each nipple fast and hard until my body is tingling, all while massaging and squeezing and groping my chest like a starving, thieving man.
“Mmm.” I run my hands through his dark hair, the short strands threading through my fingers. “That feels so good.” My voice is a strained whisper.
Damon only moans in reply. Dragging his hands downward to rip open the button of my shorts. They’re gone in a second flat. His fingers inside me even faster.
He pumps his wrist, and my pussy contracts, accustomed to the way he feels already. Knows it, craves his touch.
“Oh, God.” I drop my head back and hand myself over. The ache between my thighs spreading like a purifying wildfire.
