Page 62 of Daman
“Tell me about them.”
“About who?”
“The men you’ve bedded.” Warrin’s fingers lazily trailed up and down my bicep.
“Why the fuck do you want to know that?”
He shrugged. “I’m curious, is all. I want to know what types of males you normally chase after.”
“First of all, I didn’t chase anyone. They chased me.”
“I’d imagine so.” Warrin smiled. “You’re too beautiful for your own good. How could they not want you?”
Fucking butterflies. They needed to get the hell out of my belly.
“It doesn’t matter what kinds of guys I’ve fucked in the past. I’m with you now. End of story.”
“You believe in monogamy?”
His question gave me the impression that he didn’t. And fuck, I hated the way my gut twisted because of it. Did he want to explore now that he knew how amazing sex could be? Did he want to taste other men, feel their sweaty bodies moving against his as they rutted together, cocks heavy and aching for release?
Envy growled, causing a rumble in the base of my throat.
“Daman?”
I pushed away from him and stood up, wincing at the lingering ache in my ass. It didn’t hurt nearly as bad as the one in my chest though. I felt like I’d been hit dead center by a goddamn sledgehammer.
Open relationships were completely valid. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t share Warrin. Not with anyone.
“Daman,” he said again, this time firmer.
I walked toward the staircase and took the steps up. I heard movement behind me but didn’t turn to look. Envy had me prisoner. I was trapped inside my insecurity and doubts—my jealousy. Bitterness clawed at my insides, and anger surged faster through my veins with each passing second.
A hand clamped around my arm as I reached the top of the stairs.
“Let go of me,” I said with a hiss, trying to yank from his grip.
“Why are you angry?” Warrin caged me against the wall, much like he’d done earlier that day when we’d bickered on the front porch. “What did I do wrong?”
“I said let me go.”
His teeth gnashed together as he held me firm against the wall, gaze hard. Traces of desperation bled through the icy blue of his eyes. “Not until you talk to me.”
I remembered we were still naked when he moved closer and his flaccid cock brushed against mine. Even when completely limp, it hung thick and heavy between his strong legs. A big, delicious cock he wanted to give to other men.
I shoved against his chest.
Warrin was a mountain in front of me—unmovable. My attempts to push him away didn’t even make him budge. Gone was the gentle giant from earlier. He had a dangerous edge to him now.
“Stop this.” He grabbed my face with both hands. “I can’t fix it if I don’t know what I did.”
“You didn’t do anything! Okay?” Another shove, but this one lacked the strength from the one before it. “I’m tired. I want to go to bed.”
“Daman…” His gaze flitted over my face, searching. The cracking of my name on his lips echoed in my sternum. That’s when I noticed the hitch in his breath, the trembling in his hands. “Please. Tell me.”
“He wants someone else,”Envy snarled before whimpering. I didn’t know ifmyheart was broken… or if it was Envy who felt like crying.“We’re not enough for him.”
“You really want to know?” I asked through gritted teeth. “Now that you’ve stuck your dick in someone, you’ll want to make up for all the years you were celibate. You’ll want to fuck all sorts of men, have a variety.”
