Hailey
The moment his lips crashed against mine, my world shrank—narrowing to a single, all-consuming sensation.
Damien Black's lips.
That was all I could register. All I could feel. All I could focus on.
He kissed me like he owned me. And maybe, in his twisted, sick perception, he did. The worst part? I was starting to believe it, too. Maybe I even liked it.
When he pulled away, both of us were breathing heavily, the heat between us palpable. His lips were swollen—but not as much as mine. He had been a second away from biting them clean off.
I felt his arousal pressing against me, the solid heat of his c**k just there. So close. My gaze instinctively flickered downward, and my cheeks flushed.
His fingers caught my jaw, forcing my eyes back to his.
"If you don't want this to go fu
