Page 102 of Deathless & Divided

“What is that thing you always tell me?”

“You’ll grow to like it.”

Lily nodded. “And so will you.”

Damian caught her wrists in his palms before he backed Lily into her Maserati. His body crowded hers in the best way, promising something lovely and wicked was sure to come. Lily didn’t shy away from his form as he leaned over her and dragged his lips across hers softly. His teeth bit down on her lower lip, making Lily whine under her breath. She loved the bit of pain mixing in with her desire. It always made it sweeter. Damian always seemed to know, too. Her hips canted forward, driving her pelvis into something long and hard.

“Christ,” Damian grunted.

“You do like this,” Lily said, pushing against him again. “Deny it, I dare you.”

“You really don’t want to know the things going on in my head right now.”

Lily winked. “Maybe I do.”

Damian cursed heavily. “Stop, or I’ll be forced to turn you around, bend you over, and fill you so full of my cock you won’t know what to do.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Wicked. You are so fucking wicked.”

Damian bent down and kissed her again, his tongue sweeping across hers with damning force. Somehow, he managed to make her feel owned by his mouth alone. Lily wasn’t sure if she liked that or not.

Her body sure as fuck did.

“Who approved the club, Lily?”

Well, it sounded a lot like a demand.

“Terrance,” Lily whispered. “Abriella went the right route this time. Reel the asshole back in for once, Damian.”

“I’ll try.”

Damian hummed, stepping in closer. Lily widened her stance enough to feel his lower half press at the junction between her thighs. Warmth spread from her stomach straight down to her sex. Lily shivered when Damian released her wrists just long enough to grab at her waist and hold her tight. His fingers dug in deep, making Lily’s breath catch in her chest.

She couldn’t help remembering where they were. Guests had begun filtering out from the Trentini home, leaving the late dinner. How many of them had a front row seat to Lily and Damian’s little show?

“People might be watching,” Lily warned Damian.

“Let them.”

“Damian, be serious.”

“I am, Lily. I like for people to know what is mine; marking my territory, so to speak. This seems like a good way to do it without pissing you off in the process.”

Lily scoffed. “Right, because we both know you’re entirely concerned about that.”

Damian smirked. “As long as you know you’re mine, we’re both good.”

Another shudder worked its way over her body. Her attraction to Damian only seemed to grow in intensity the more time they spent together. The darkness edging around the corners of his personality drew her in like a moth to the flame. She couldn’t help but want to peel back his layers and find all the secrets hidden underneath.

Yeah, just like a moth to the flame.

Someone always ended up being burned from that.

Lily didn’t want it to be her but she didn’t think Damian was going to give her much of a choice.

Damian nuzzled his nose at the spot behind Lily’s ear as his words whispered over her skin like silk. “And you do know you’re mine, don’t you, sweetheart?”