DAMON POV
"You didn't listen to me, biscuit," I whisper into Elle's ear, letting my hot breath fan her neck and tease her senses. My fingers are coated in her juices as she recovers from the orgasm I didn't give her permission to have. "I didn't give you permission to come all over my fingers."
*THUD, THUD, THUD* can be heard throughout the room like f*****g clockwork. 'If it's one of your little friends, just kill them and be done with it.' Slade growls, annoyed that we were disturbed once again.
Elle's harmonious giggle fills the space between as she readjusts the shirt and boxers, inching off the bed to answer the door. "What so funny?" I ask, my curiosity peaking.
"I find it ironic how you're the one who always gets punished in the end," she replies quickly, teasing me with her
