Page 57 of Master of Death


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“My little freak.”

I decide to test my luck, pushing the material away from my eyes, letting it drop around my neck. I spin around and end up sitting on one of the stools.

I’m not disappointed when I find him stroking his length, his throbbing erection begging to be licked.

“Did I tell you to take it off?” He gestures to the blindfold with his chin.

I shake my head, biting my lip.

“Shall I punish you?”

“Yes.”

His eyes widen as he circles his tip over my clit. “It’s not much of a punishment if you enjoy it.”

I swallow, my back arching as he slips himself between the lips of my sex. I’m eyeing the ceiling now, trying to gather my wits. “I’ll pretend I hate it.”

“Fuck, Red. I love how willing you are.”

I stare back at the man who stamped his name over my heart. He’s still teasing me, and I don’t want him to stop.

The connection I feel as he slams inside of me is incredible. Like his darkness is sweeping through my veins, filling them up like heroin, increasing my addiction for him.

I’m scared of the damage it’ll do when it reaches my heart.

“Lie on your back,” he orders as he slithers out of me, and I do as he says, watching him go back in.

He groans. “I never loved fucking a woman as much as I do you.” His words spread venom in my lungs, intoxicating them with green envy as he indirectly speaks of other women.

I want to be his one and only.

“Promise?”Oh. My. God.

He leaves the head of his cock at my entrance and then fills me to the brink again, his thumb pushing against my clit.

“Evenher?” I’m dying to know, even in the throes of passion, the thought poisons my mind. “Answerme.”

His growl isn’t enough for me. I need to know. “Damon.” As soon as he picks me up in his arms, my legs wrap around his torso.

“It’s only ever been like this with you.” Both hands firmly grip my thighs, holding me into place. He pulls himself out before he whispers in my ear, “Drop on my cock, Gemma.”

I do, sliding myself up and down his hardness, though the position isn’t an easy one. My body is bursting with tiny dynamite blasts all over as I replay his words in my head.

Damon makes me feel like a shooting star in the dark canvas that is the universe.

Our bodies are so in sync, we climax, mixing our cum together.

I’m spent by the time we’re done, and he slips out of me, tucking himself back into his boxers. Then he carries me to the couch.

My body is still coming down off the drug effect of the heroin-like high Damon traps me with when he touches me.

I love feeling the rapid beating of his heart against my chest, so I wrap myself around him, placing my head in the crook of his neck.

“He’s never tried to fuck you since we met?”

I lift my head up. “Well ... h-he asked me about it before I left, but I said no.”

His body is stone-cold, frozen. “He asked?”

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