Dorian POV
The command was filled with disgust that was for both her and my own momentary weakness.
Damian chuckled at my words as his eyes took in the scene. The flushed Luna, the half-empty bottle, and my disheveled state.
“Looks like I have perfect timing as usual,” he said, moving forward and gripping her arms. She whined against my mouth, trying to pull me closer, but Damian was strong enough to completely break us apart. I stumbled back, gasping for air, pulse still out of control.
It might have looked like a coincidence, but Damian was also in on this. Thank goodness he was already on standby.
“Let me go,” Vivienne hissed, but her voice sounded breathless. “Oh… f**k… I am burning up.”
Desperate for relief, she writhed in Damian’s grip, fumbling to wrap her hand around his neck
