Hailey
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 hold of myself," I muttered, turning to the other side of the bed, not even daring to lift the duvet. I just wanted to hide and never come out, because despite the raw, aching desire, I felt ashamed to want a man like that. A man who was out of my bounds. Damien Black had women throwing themselves at him; they were just toys to him. If I gave in to my desires, I'd be nothing more than a toy to him, one among many in his conquest.
Fifteen minutes passed as I tossed and turned under the duvet, and sleep eluded me. I just wanted to sleep, to erase those images from my head, even though I knew they'd haunt my dreams, vivid and wet. But at least, before that
