Page 93 of Dirty Little Secrets
I gasp, jolting upward as Damon enters the living room.
He cocks his head, casting me a slight frown as I subtly push my phone off to the side, the message unsent.
“Everything okay?” he asks.
“Mhmm,” I hum, anxiety spiking. “I, umm… I think I want to take a shower first.”
Damon smirks, setting the charcuterie board and mineral water on the side table. “Sounds like an excellent idea.” He holds his hand out, beckoning me to follow him. I know that I need to send this fucking text message, but I can’t seem to look away from his goddamn bulging cock. Fuck sake’s. I’ll do it later. A proud grin spreads on his face as I stand up and his cum drips down the inside of my thigh. “Actually, I might prefer you like this.” He lets out a rumbling growl as I approach him. “You look so fucking messy right now, mami. My dirty girl.”
My pussy clenches from his filthy little words and everything else slips from my mind. “If you want me to stay dirty, Damon,” I coo, “then a shower seems a bit counterproductive, no?”
“Don’t worry, Emery. You won’t stay clean for long,” he smirks, offering me his hand. “After all, we’ve got all night.”
I raise a brow. “Allnight? Is that a promise?”
He sucks in a solemn breath. “One of many promises I’ll make you.”
A shiver courses down my spine. If this is truly a fairytale, I shouldn’t worry. I shouldn’t expect every single one of his promises to break, to fall apart. But what if this isn’t a fairytale? What if this is a story far more wicked? Far more enthralling? What if it’s a tragedy, and we both end up dead?
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I whisper, taking his hand, ignoring the gnawing ache in my belly. “There’s nothing appealing about broken vows.”
Damon smiles at me knowingly, as if I’m not privy to a certain part of his plan. Tacitly, he guides us to the bathroom, and for the rest of night, he keeps his promise.
I can only hope it’s the start of a new pattern.
It has to be.
THE BLACK DIAMOND
DAMON
Soft flakesof winter snow fall from the sky and freeze against the windows as I wake up. My eyelids flutter open, and I turn my head to the side. I’m tempted to pinch myself. She’s here. And here is where she’ll stay.
I soak in Emery’s relaxed features, her pouty lips, and the way her chest rises and falls with every peaceful breath. Her auburn hair spills over the pillow, tangled and tousled, and I resist the urge to run my fingers through the beautiful mess that we both created.
Careful not to disturb her, I slip out of bed and pull on a pair of joggers. Quietly, I make my way to the kitchen, the lingering scent of sex still clinging to my skin. I fill the kettle and place it on the stove, leaningagainst the counter as I rest the tips of my fingers over my tingling lips. I can feel her. She’s a part of me now.
There were endless days that I thought about her lips, how desperately I wanted to kiss them. But she wasn’t ready then. She wasn’t prepared for that sort of commitment. That all changed last night. Everything is different. Everything is…right.
In a world of chaos and confusion, she’s the only thing that makes sense to me. I knew from the moment I saw her that she would be the key. A curious, complex, and captivating key. She’s the key to life. To life without rules, without obligations.
I know what I need to do now. I can see my future so clearly. It’s not behind a desk or in front of cameras. It’s with her.
The kettle whistles and I quickly pour the steaming water into a mug. I take a sip of tea, relishing the fragrant taste of bergamot. It’s warm. So warm. Like her.
Lost in a daze of hope and faith, I don't notice Emery until I feel her arms wrapping around my waist, her body pressing against mine from behind. A shiver runs down my spine as her hot breath tickles my neck, sending a debilitating tingle through my entire body.
"Good morning," she whispers, her voice husky with sleep. “You didn’t wake me up.”
I turn around, cupping her face in my hands. God, she’s here. She’s real. I lower my lips to hers, kissing her with everything I have.
“Mmm,” she hums, taking a long breath as we pull apart. “Are we going to do that often now?”
I smile, wiping the corner of her lips with the pad of my thumb. “If you’ll let me, Emery,” I say, voice dipping into a tender tone. “I’d kiss those lips for the rest of my life.”
She swallows, and I can feel her pulse quicken. “How’s the tea?”
“Good, I hope,” I say, turning around and pouring her a cup. “Careful. It’s hot.”
