name. My legs work quickly, as I decide to make my move.
I’m in pouncing distance, but I watch in awe, as she races through the trees. Her breathing is panicked, and my dick gets hard. I bet her pupils have dilated, I wonder, briefly, if her pussy is wet. Because my dick is ready to find out.
It doesn’t take long for us to reach the clearing, and that’s when I grab her arm, spinning her around and pinning her against one of the last trees in front of us.
A squeal escapes her lips, which I quickly steal with my mouth. The kiss is frantic and sharp, short breaths mingled with the trembling of her body. I’m so fucking hard; I probably wouldn’t last long the moment I felt her slick heat around me.
“Damien,” she mumbles through the kiss.
“That’s all me, Baby,” I chuckle, leaning in to inhale her scent. A soft, strawberry fragrance mingled with the light scent of sweat. My hands travel down her body, gripping her ass, I pull her up and nestle myself between her thighs.
Time to collect my prize.
Shaking my head to clear the memory, I try not to think about what happened next. How my friends and my brother watched me claim her in the darkness.
She had no idea, while we were fucking, that they were there; it was only as she was screaming my name, did she notice them. But girls who came to the forest to play our game didn’t care about morals, or how they were seen by the rest of the town.
No. These girls enjoyed being watched. Just like I did. And even though I walked out of the group and left The Black Knights behind, I still crave it so badly.
The voyeuristic tendencies still have a way of sneaking through the confines I’ve locked them in. They escape and take hold of me. And even though I haven’t seen Nesrin coming apart, yet, I know I will. And to watch that will be euphoric.
Usually, Creed and I would share her, we would take turns, sitting back and allowing the other to have his wicked way. But with her, it’s different. I can’t share her. Even the thought of someone else’s hands on her makes me livid. Rage, jealousy, and anger take hold of me, and in its feral grip, I’m lost to the need of having her all to myself.
I have never been obsessive, that’s Creed, which is why these emotions she’s stirred within me are fucking with my head. I can’t focus on anything else, besides her.
But I also know how wrong it is to want her.
I know I’ll only hurt her in the end.
I turn toward my room and grab my leather jacket. Shrugging it on, I make my way to the door and down toward the living room, where I notice Cassian drinking bourbon.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask, moving deeper into the room.
He looks up at me, his gaze is far away. “I’m thinking.”
“About?”
“The dance, if Creed knows you claimed her, since you did it in front of him last night…” Cass’s words disappear into the heaviness that hangs in the air above us.
“I’m going to the cabin. I’ll be back tomorrow.” I don’t answer him about Creed, and I don’t talk about what I did with Nesrin, how I showed the possessiveness in the forest last night.
“So, you’re just leaving her?”
“Cass, please don’t give me shit for this, I need to think.”
He stares at me, lifting the tumbler to his lips and taking a long sip. I know I should stay. I should talk to Nesrin and tell her that I only said those things to get Creed away from her. But even as I think it, I know it’s a lie; I said it because I do want her.
“Go. I’ll watch over her,” Cass tells me, waving his now empty glass toward the door. “We have three days to get her ready,” he warns me. “I’ll start showing her the dance, but I’m not leading her onto that dancefloor.”
I nod. “Thanks, brother.”
I turn to leave. Knowing that when I return, everything needs to change.
20
Nesrin
The night of the forest run has come and gone, and my body aches in ways I never thought it would. The sun is streaming through the window, forcing me to scoot up in bed.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and I grab it, reminding myself that I walked away from friends in LA. Even though we weren’t close,