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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His presence sucks the air from my lungs, making me starve for my next breath of air.
Damon advances on me, taking calculated steps, forcing me to step backward until my back is pressed up against the bathroom wall.
He looks tall like a god and sinister like the devil.
Erotically sinful.
Dangerous.
A slow fire hums beneath the surface as my temperature rises. He's cornered me again. I've let him trap me again.
"Damon," I try, but he's not listening.
"Shut up," he orders in a low, dark tone. "You keep choosing not to listen to me like the stubborn little creature you are. How about I fuck that quality out of you, hmm?"
"Damon, stop."
"Shut up, Princess."
His arms cage me above my head as he presses his forehead to mine. This close, all I can smell is him; his spiced cologne floods my senses until I'm on the verge of being delirious.
His lips brush against my ear, all sinful and dark. "You're mine whether you like it or not." He slides his hand down my cheek to my bottom lip, pulling down on it, and then let it pop back into place. "These lips are mine." He moves his hands to my neck and squeezes gently. "Your fucking pulse is mine; all of you is mine."
"What if I don't want to be yours anymore, Damon? All you do is hurt me."
He's so cruelly beautiful that being trapped with this devil feels better than it should.
"You have no choice, Princess. It would be better for your sake if you stopped fighting me. I'm not a patient fucking person."
"You can't force someone to be with you; you can't force me."
"Fucking watch me."
In a split second, he has me swung over his shoulder, and his hands hold me in place. My face falls down, hitting his back.
"Damon," I protest. "Put me the hell down."
He doesn't answer as he stalks his way through the bathroom door and down the hallway. He takes the door leading out to the car park, striding like he owns the whole damn world. What the hell does this motherfucker think he's doing?
"Damon, seriously, put me down," No answer. "Damon," I yell.
He puts me down in front of his Ferrari and glares at me with so much cruelty.
