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Nausea rips at the pit of my stomach but I follow him anyway and remove my clothes while he sits on the bed, watching me strip. I know what he wants, best to avoid any more fighting.
His hooded gaze drips down my naked body. He reaches for my hip and pulls me close, fingering my slit. Once he’s satisfied, he throws me on the bed, looming over me.
“Take off my clothes,” he demands. And I do. I’m too afraid to do anything else.
Once he’s naked, he spreads my thighs and enters me and all I feel is the white, hot pain shooting through my core. I clench my teeth, stifling the pain, while he grunts in my ear like an animal.
Once upon a time when I mattered, he used to care whether I enjoyed our love making, but now I’m just a hole he uses to get off.
Closing my eyes, I imagine it’s Damian inside of me. His devotion shining through every touch, every kiss, every thrust we share. That’s the only way I can survive this.
I feel when he’s on the brink, his orgasm nearing. “Fuuuuck.”Finally. He’s done.
He gets off me then gets dressed, while I just lay there, eyes shut, wishing for him to hurry and leave.
“Remember what I said, Lilah. Not a word to anyone.” I nod my head furiously.
“No, I wanna hear you say it so there’s no confusion.”
“I won’t say anything. You don’t have to worry.”
“Good. I’ll see you soon.” I breathe out a sigh of relief but it’s only temporary, I know that.
As soon as he’s gone, I grab a towel from the closet and head for the bathroom, needing to wash the filth of him away. Turning on the hot water, I watch the steam dance around before slipping off the red towel.
Boom. Boom. Boom.Heavy pounding batters at my door. My eyes go wide and I freeze in place as my pulse picks up speed.
The pounding continues. I should just open it. He won’t leave until I do. I grab the towel, wrapping it around me, and drift toward the sound. My hand freezes on the gold lock, turning it slowly. Fear skitters up my fingers as it unlocks. Holding my breath, I grip the copper knob and twist.
Chapter 14
Lilah
Ifind Damian standing there, but he doesn’t notice the relief that washes over me at finding him at my door; instead, he’s focused on his own turbulent mood. His breaths are ragged, his jaw tightening like he’s mad at the world. My relief quickly morphs into anger when I remember the woman who was draped all over him. “What the hell are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be withher?” The word tastes awful in my mouth.
Drumming his fingers against the doorframe, he studies me with a darkened expression, all the while looking me up and down, leaving a pathway of heat in his wake. He blows out a frustrated breath before stalking forward. I back away, clutching my towel as he walks inside and locks the door as though he owns the place. “Have you washed the smell of him off of you yet?” he asks, looking back and forth between my lips and my thighs.
“Have you washed the taste of her from your mouth?!”
He cocks his head to the side, the curve of his lips deepen into a smirk. “Are you jealous? Because if not, I can tell you how hard her tits bounced as she rode my cock. Or, maybe you’d like to know what her pussy tasted like when she came all over my mouth. Oh, I know, maybe you want to know how—”
“Fuck you! I get it. You hate me and want to punish me. Done. Now get the hell out!” My heart pounds with need, anger, and sadness. I’m a mess of turbulent thoughts but one thing is clear, the need wins.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Eyes narrowing, he begins to take small steps forward while I take small steps back. Our own twisted version of catch me if you can, except I want to be caught very, very badly.
Step. “How could you do that, huh?” I practically shout, every breath heavy and painful. “How do you sleep with someone else so soon after what happened between us?”
Step. “The same way you manage to fuck him when I bet you can’t stand it.” The truth of it slams right into my chest, pushing me back further.
Step. “Do you pretend it’s my cock inside you?”Every time.
Step. “Does he even make you come?”Never.
Another step, our bodies almost touching. “Does he fuck you with his tongue before he fucks you with his body?”No, he doesn’t, but you should.Right now, would be good.
His last step pushes me against the couch. My heart beats wildly inside and my desire for him pools in between my thighs.
His fingers scrape along my bare thigh, sending goosebumps skittering throughout my body. My head’s spinning and my knees are about to give out.
