Hailey
"I'm right, aren't I?" His words were a low growl and this scared me, in a way where a sick part of me liked it and even entertained the idea of what he might do if he was out of control.
I swallowed hard, trying to suppress the trembling in my voice. "He's just a friend, Damien," I managed, though my desire threatened to betray me. With him this close, all reason seemed to vanish, replaced by thoughts of everything we shouldn't do. Everything dark, sinful, and utterly irresistible.
I wanted him to make me all dirty.
"Sure he is." His voice dripped with sarcasm, his lips grazing the corner of my mouth. His hand slipped from the waistband of my panties, and lowered and then he started rubbing small circles over them, his fingers deft and deliberate. "But I doubt he sees
