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No wonder I couldn’t shake this man. He had this magnetic way of drawing me in, making me his in a way I’d never known before. The idea of never feeling this way again made me desperate to hold onto every second.

As Damon pumped his cock into my mouth, I did my best to keep up. Flicking my tongue over the head before sucking him deep. I had little to no control as he thrust forward. His grip on my hair tightened, sending sharp pin pricks of pain through my scalp. I didn’t hate it.

I braced myself with my hands against his thighs. Even though the asphalt felt hard against my knees, I barely noticed in the moment. The way he held me with an undeniable power in his grip dominated my focus. The aggression in the way he fucked my mouth. Making demands of me with every stroke. Demands that I wanted to fulfill. Anything to keep this heady high rolling.

Not once did it occur to me that anyone may come along and see us. We were sandwiched between two cars. Eventually the owner of the car next to mine would appear. The thought of being caught only added to the thrill. I didn’t care.

“You’ll never escape me, Athena.” Damon alternated between stroking my hair with those blood covered hands and fisting tight handfuls. “I kind of want you to try just so I can prove it.”

His pace quickened, like he had amped himself up with the thought of chasing me down. My imagination ran wild, wondering how that would play out. This man would always keep things interesting. Never boring. That’s what I wanted. Needed.

Soon Damon was frantically fucking my mouth, driving deep down my throat. I uselessly tried to swipe away the drool that had gathered at the corner of my lips. He stretched my jaw wide with every pump of his hips. Moments later, he spilled a warm stream of cum down my throat, painting my tongue.

He let out a satisfied sigh before stuffing his cock back into his pants. Gently caressing my face with one of his bloody hands, he murmured, “You belong with me. Don’t fight it.”

Just as swiftly as he’d appeared, Damon slipped into the shadows, leaving me alone. I got to my feet, the taste of him decorating the inside of my mouth. Falling into my car, I sat there for a long time, waiting for my heartbeat to return to normal.

This man was going to change the entire trajectory of my life, and I was going to let him.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

DAMON

“Holy shit, you clean up well. Actually looking pretty fuckable, if I do say so myself.” Noah looked me up and down as I entered the kitchen. “Not that I would ever fuck you, of course. You’re not my type. Too cranky and uptight.”

I straightened the cuff of my suit jacket, feeling annoyed at having to be crammed into something so awkward and confining. I wasn’t much of a suit kind of guy. Unfortunately, dressing up for a wedding was a necessary evil if one wanted to blend in.

“Cut the shit.” I playfully slapped Noah upside the head. “You couldn’t handle this dick, and you know it.”

He reached to slap me back as I stepped out of the way. We had to get going soon. I pulled out my phone to text Athena, telling her to be ready by the time I got there. I couldn’t wait to see what she wore.

“Athena must be handling that dick pretty damn well since you can’t seem to get enough of her,” Noah observed. He smoothed both hands over his dirty blond hair, making sure not a single strand was out of place.

My initial reaction was to deny his assessment. He was right though, so why bother?

“I really can’t. I’m not sure what it is about her. I thought I would have tired of her by now. She has this way of drawing me in. She’s got this sassy mouth and a body to kill for. I’m not ready to give that up.” Unable to resist the urge, I leaned in to ruffle Noah’s hair.

“You absolute dick.” Rising from his chair at the table, he took a swing at me, nailing me in the ribs. “Just for that, I hope you fall head over heels in love with her, and she makes you her bitch.”

Dominik strolled into the kitchen, stealing Noah’s attention. The two of them were all over each other, forcing me to feign disgust at their blatant display of affection. It was in my nature to bust their balls for that shit.

“If you two have finished sucking each other’s faces off, can we go over the plan?” Leaning against the kitchen counter, I folded both arms over my chest. We needed to make sure this plan went off without any issues. With so many people present there was always a chance things wouldn’t go as planned.

“We’ll take separate vehicles. Just in case. You and me will handle the safe while Dom and Athena keep watch and cause a distraction if necessary.” Noah turned to Dom. “Does that work for you?”

Dom nodded. “Sure. Whatever you guys think is best. It’s your job. I’ll follow your lead.”

Noah and I went over the plan for grabbing the safe. We would have to get upstairs to the master bedroom where it was located without being seen or stopped. If we waited until the reception party was well underway, everyone would be too drunk to notice us.

“I have to pick up Athena.” Making sure I had my burner phone and my car keys, I headed for the door. “I guess I’ll see you there.”

On my way out the door, I heard Dom ask, “Think we have time for a quickie before we go?”

I rolled my eyes on my way out. Those two had some serious stamina. Maybe that’s just how it was when you were with the right person. It was impossible to feel like you ever got enough of them.

Pulling up in front of Athena’s building, I didn’t expect to find her already waiting in the lobby. She came out as soon as she saw me. Wearing a long periwinkle dress with a sheer layer over top that shimmered in the light, spaghetti straps that showed off her beautiful neck and shoulders, she’d pinned her hair up so only a few strands fell around her face. I stared at her in wonder as she approached the car.

She paused on the sidewalk, glancing up and down the street before bending over into a twerk. Shaking her ass in a ridiculously humorous manner before grinning and pulling open the car door. I had to laugh.