He's trapped me in his sights.
Waiting to consume me.
He wants to awaken the darkness inside me.
Possess it and own me.
Damon West is bad news.
He might appear charming on the outside.
But that's only a mask he wears to hide the true predator inside...
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I've got to pee," Jessica announces, slipping out of my grip and damn near running in the direction of the lady's room.
That damn little minx is running away from her problems, and that problem happens to me. I smirk to myself as I stalk after her, barely sparing a glance at her friends. She can't get away from me even if she tries.
She is playing with fire.
The princess can fight whatever we have all she wants, but I've already got my sights on her. She can run, but I'll catch her every time.
My long fingers circle around her wrist as she ducks into the restroom. I jerk her around to face me. The raw desire on her face is all it takes to snap my control.
I reach my hand out and wrap it firmly around her slender neck. Her pulse beats out of control under my thumb. She likes this. She likes the excitement—the thrill.
I kick the door shut and reach around to lock it.
My other hand fingers her hair, twisting her blond strands. I tug her head, yanking it back so her bright blue eyes stare back at me. Searching her face, all I find is lust staring back at me. She wants me as much as I want her.
No. Need her.
I kiss her as if I could drown her. It is frantic and wild. Our teeth clash, and our tongues wrestle as I try to take control of her.
She is putting up a fight, and that makes my cock twitch in my pants.
My lips leave hers, trailing across her jaw and down her neck as I boost her ass up onto the vanity and yank her closer.
I need her a hell of a lot closer, so much fucking closer.
Keeping my assault on her neck, I bite down hard on her pulse. She gasps, then moans, wrapping her hands around my neck and pulling me closer.
Grabbing her hips, I jerk her forward to the edge of the vanity and grind my hardness against her.
I wish she wore one of her tiny dresses right now, but my little minx wore jeans. My hands slide up to her waist, sliding under her white top and shoving it up over her breasts, baring her red bra.
