Page 66 of Fragile Twisted Vows

It’s fucking infuriating.

“I still have the key card and code, remember?” She winks as she flashes her key card at me.

“This isn’t technically my office, Megan. It’s in Adrian’s name. I can have security here throwing you out on your ass as a trespasser in a millisecond if you don’t get your fucking hands off me,” I seethe, sickened by her appearance.

She pouts at me, but it’s so forced, so fake, that it makes me want to rip her hands from my body, but it’s pointless because she’s already dropping them to my cock.

What the fuck-

“I know you miss me, Damien,” she whispers in my ear after she grabs the back of my head.

“I can feel the kind of mood that you’re in. The stress of your little hidden life weighs on you more and more each day. Remember how you used to fuck me when you would get stressed like that?” she says in a fake, sultry voice.

I do remember.

I fucked her like I hated her. Because I did. And most of the time I did it with her facing away from me, or blindfolded so I that I didn’t have to look into her cold, heartless eyes. And I almost never came.

I’d go to the shower after every time and stroke myself to completion.

Sometimes, with Lucy’s face in my mind.

A lot of the time actually.

It’s exactly why I didn’t tell her that yesterday. I couldn’t admit that I had done the same thing she had for seven years. Touched myself to the forbidden girl, the outcast girl.

The girl that’s ten times sexier and smarter than this demon before me.

I push her to the ground then and she falls right on her flat ass. When I look down at her shocked face, I’m tempted to squash her with my shoe like a bug.

She glares up at me before she gets up and sneers.

“Get the fuck out-”

“I know you’re fucking her,” she growls, cutting me off.

I glare at her, wondering how she knows I’m with her sister. Because I can tell from the venomous look in her eye that is exactly who she is referring to.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I growl, and she scoffs at me.

“Oh, cut the bullshit, Damien. I saw her leave with Bruno the other day,” she says and I feel my spine freeze.

“Where?” I hiss and she smiles at me, cocky because she’s right. Which she fucking loves to be.

“At the university in the bathroom. Are you giving her a free ride for riding you, Mr. Reed?” she snarls, and I want to slap her clean across the face.

Fucking Lucy. I knew she was hiding something.

I should have never let her go to that school.

“She’s fucking worthless, you know. You’re wasting your time. She’s dirty, and mindless and-” I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze so hard that her eyes start to bulge.

“Shut your fucking mouth now before I rip out your tongue,” I hiss, and she stares at me with so much fear, so much terror, that I have to back away.

Even though she deserved it.

“Don’t tell me that you fucking care about her, Damien,” she chokes out, trying to pull as much air into her lungs as possible.

Lie.

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