ponder why he’s affected me so much, but I can’t think of anything but the warmth of his tongue, how his lips molded against mine.
I’ve never allowed myself to feel like this about anyone before. And as lust courses in my veins, I realize it’s no longer pain that I seek out for release, it’s pleasure. My eyes prick with tears when I realize Damien has fully consumed me, and I don’t know how long it will last.
But I allow the moment to replay in my mind. It’s as if it’s a movie on a loop, and I can’t stop it. My fingers dance over my slick entrance, and I call out his name as I find my orgasm racing through me. My limbs tremble, my body shudders, and I’m utterly consumed by him. The image of him in those low-slung sweatpants, the feel of his hardness against me. Everything about Damien Thorne is dangerous, but what he doesn’t know is that I love danger. I love to do things I’m not meant to.
My body suddenly shakes, and I cry out as I leap over the edge of pleasure, leaving the pain behind while the tightening in my chest eases, and the usual anxiety releases me from its feral grip. And it’s all because of him. Not a blade. Not the blood. No longer a cut.
And as I roll over on the bed, I cry because confusion has taken hold of me. I’m tipping over, falling, and I’m scared. So, fucking scared.
Even though he promised that would be the last time, I wonder if he was trying to convince me or himself. Deep down, I pray that his restraint isn’t as strong as he makes it out to be, because I do want more.
15
Damien
The sun is rising just above the trees. I’m not focused on the beautiful scenery, though; I’m thinking about Nesrin. I shouldn’t have kissed her at the party, but I couldn’t stop myself. It’s been a handful of hours, and I can’t stop replaying the moment in my mind.
My self-restraint unraveled when I had her close to me. The scent of her perfume and her body molding to mine broke me. And the echo of her whimpers and moans have been a soundtrack for me; I don’t know how long I can fight this attraction. It’s as if she’s slowly burrowing her way inside me, into the marrow of my bones. I don’t know what it is about her, but she’s got a grip on me.
It’s as if she’s challenging the very restraint I hold dear. The control I’ve always prided myself on is slipping away, inch by torturous fucking inch. I fight, yet it feels like a losing battle.
It’s almost as if she and I suffer from the same affliction. In the darkness, we’re the same, but in the light, we’re vastly different. She’s too innocent for me and my world. But having her so close has me struggling to push these thoughts away.
The crunch behind me doesn’t startle me; I felt him before he closed the distance. My brother has a way of sneaking into my private thoughts, and I know he’s going to question me about her.
“Creed had a lot to say about you as he left,” Cassian says. My brother knows about my formative years when I got up to shit with The Black Knights, shit that was considered wrong. But Creed is the man who will hide in the shadows, wanting to feast on your fear. A rogue under the tailored suits and friendly smiles.
Beneath the cool, confident exterior, is a man who is bad right down to the very marrow of his bones. Perhaps one day he’ll find his match, the girl who will finally bring him to his knees. Someone who won’t be afraid of the real Creed Haven and fight back, showing him he’s found his equal.
Our town, Thorne Haven, was founded by two men back in the day. Us, the Thornes and them, the Havens. The three of them, Creed, Brody, and Keirin, aren’t blood brothers like we are, but they’re close enough to act like it.
The Havens adopted them when they were young. We grew up together, our friendships grew over time, but when they decided to start shit in this town to spice up our meager teenage existence, I was at a place in my life where I was pulled into their twisted games.
“He can say anything he wants, he’s a fucking asshole,” I bite out,