Hailey
My chaotic thoughts scattered as Damien stepped inside, wearing nothing but low-slung trousers that hung dangerously at his V-line, teasing a trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband. His torso, carved to sinful perfection, glistened faintly in the dim light, and his disheveled hair made him look every bit like the devil incarnate.
I fought to keep my gaze on his face-a face just as destructive as the rest of him-and not let it wander further.
Fucking Lucifer's descendant.
Heat rushed to my cheeks as I barked not caring about the fact that my thighs were spread and my fingers were glistening with my own fluid, "Did you not hear me?! I told you to f**k off!"
Damien didn't flinch. Instead, he sauntered toward me with maddening calm, ignoring my words
