Hailey
I rushed into my room, not even bothering to lock the door, and jumped into my bed, pulling the duvet over me. My breathing was frantic, my heart hammered against my chest, and sweat clung to my skin.
Jesus Christ! What the f**k had I just seen? And why did my body like it so damn much? There was no denying the truth: my body had reacted to the sight of Damien Black f*****g a woman senseless over the kitchen counter. And maybe, just maybe, a sick, twisted, and crazy part of me wanted to be that woman—yes, I admitted it, because denying it wouldn't wash away the desires crawling up my skin, the chills running down my spine, and the heat carving into my flesh.
I wanted to be in that woman's place. I wanted Damien to fist my hair like that and f**k me raw.
"f**k, I need to get a ho
