Hailey
"You wanna hear something, Damien?" I smiled sweetly.
I leaned in, lips brushing his ear, feeling his grip tighten around my waist.
"You and your precious conversation can..." I let my breath tickle his skin. "f**k. OFF."
His jaw clenched, nostrils flared and eyes darkened with barely restrained rage. His hand shot up, gripping my jaw tightly, forcing me to look at him. I met his stare with defiance.
"Do not f*****g test me, Hailey," he warned, voice like a growl.
A shiver ran down my spine. I refused to let it show. Instead, I smirked.
"Or what?"
His muscles tensed, his breathing deepened. He was fighting something within himself, and God, if that didn't thrill me. Seeing someone like Damien- always in control- c***k, even just a little, was a different ki
