farther and whisper, “they should.”
“Why?” she challenges, tipping her chin up, her eyes locking on mine. “At least with a monster, he doesn’t hide his true face. It’s the people who show off their angelic nature that should scare you.”
“Fake, polished, and pristine.” I nod in understanding. The moonlight slowly disappears behind a heavy cloud, and soon enough, we’re thrust into darkness. The pinpricks of the stars offer no illumination, and I find it easier to breathe her in.
“What are you doing?” Nesrin whispers when my hand trails up her thigh. I want so badly to open her legs, to lap at her pussy, to taste her sweetness. My cock hardens at the thought of all the things I would love to do to her, but the moment we cross the line, we’ll never be able to go back.
“There are secrets in this town I hope you never learn about,” I tell her. “This house, the darkness that resides here, has infected each and every person.”
“Including you?” Nesrin looks up at me, the moment my fingertips reach her stomach. The top she’s wearing rides up, and I continue my trail up to her breast. A gasp falls free from her mouth, and I’m so hungry to taste it. To once again devour her lips, but I watch her, as I reach her nipple, tugging the hardened bud between my fingers.
Another mewl tumbles free, and I lean in to whisper my lips along hers. “I’m the worst of all, wild rose.” The promise and confession, wrapped in one, feathers over her. Her long, dark lashes flutter at my nearness, and I don’t know how I’m going to quit her.
“I don’t think you’re bad.” Her confidence is apparent in her words. I twist her nipple hard, tugging it until she cries out. “That’s not a sign of you being a bad person, Damien.”
The corner of my mouth kicks up. My other hand reaches for the back of her neck, my fingers tangling in her long dark hair, and I tug her head back, earning myself another dick-hardening moan.
“I never said I was a bad person, wild rose,” I tell her. “I’m the fucking monster under your bed. The creature that will leave you broken and bleeding on the floor. I’ll smile while you ask me for mercy.” With every sentence I utter, I watch her tongue dart out, licking her lips. Even in the dark, I can see how affected she is by me.
“Show me.” Her gaze snaps to mine in a confident challenge.
I step back, pulling her with me. Spinning us around, I push her against the cool glass wall. My hard cock presses against the globes of her ass. She cries out, as I grip her hips and hold her steady.
“You feel that?” My voice is inhumane, the monster inside me baring its teeth, ready to sink into the beauty before me.
She tries to nod, her voice not even audible, as she whimpers when I push against her again, pinning her between me and the cold glass. “Is that what you want?”
I crave her taste more than I do my next breath, but I know the moment I do, I’ll never ever let her go. It wouldn’t matter if her mother and my father were to threaten my life, I’d never leave her.
The thought of being hers, of her being mine, is like a shot of fucking adrenalin straight through my veins. It’s as if I’ve stuck my fingers in an electric socket, and I’m being shocked back to life.
That’s what this girl does to me.
She sees me.
Not the pristine exterior that most girls do; Nesrin sees my darkness, and yet, she’s still here.
“Yes.” Her hiss sends me into the darkness. My eyes close, and pleasure sparks through me. I want to drive myself into her, I want to feel her slick heat. I want to know how tight she is when she finds release, but I can’t. I know it’s wrong, on so many fucking levels, that I push away from her.
This back and forth is driving me insane.
She spins around, her wide eyes on me. “Don’t tease me, I don’t like playing games.” I watch her race from the greenhouse and into the main house. My feet are frozen to the spot when I think about what I almost did. My control is hanging on by a thread, and I have a feeling, tonight, it’s going to snap.
23
Damien
I swallow back the bourbon before I sigh at the thought