Damien's POV
I walked away from Astrid's presence, storming up the stairs and into my room. The door slammed behind me, my hands clenching into tight fists at my sides.
Why is this girl so infuriating, and it's not even been a week? How do I plan on surviving this? I don't know why I didn't I just send her to the hospital. Did I have to apply it myself?
But you can't deny that you enjoy the show she unconsciously put on, my subconscious mocked me, making me groan as my trousers tightened around my groin.
I couldn't stop staring at her pointed n*****s through her bra as she focused on my hands applying the ointment. It took a lot in me to not just make her mine on that kitchen counter.
Dang it! How could she turn me on with just a moan. An unintentional moan had me hardening like a roc
