♡☆CANDACE♡☆
Damien?
It actually was Damien.
The realization hit me hard, twisting my stomach in pure panic.
What the hell was he doing here? The digital clock on Luca's nightstand glowed 5:47 AM. Barely dawn. How did he beat the storm?
I sprang to my feet. My legs were still shaky from the sweet assault of Luca's touch, my knees barely supporting my weight as I scrambled across the plush carpet.
My heart was thrashing wildly like I'd been caught stealing. This was worse than stealing. Being caught in his father's bed—technically, I hadn't made it to the bed, but that offered absolutely no comfort. Either way it was no better.
If Damien saw me this way, ripped panties, and flushed with the evidence of my c*m still warming my thighs then there was no way to go about getting him
