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He slides off his sweatpants next, but I don’t miss the slight tic of his jaw in the mirror.
I creep up behind him, trying not to get lost in the giant reflection staring back at me. Damien might be the Devil, but his body is a temple. Golden skin, abs harder than granite, well-defined muscular arms, and an ass you could crack walnuts on.
A face so perfect your heart skips several beats.
I’m not sure how, but he manages to look both downright menacing and utterly beautiful.
It makes me wonder if he uses his striking appearance as a weapon against people…or as armor because the distraction keeps them at bay.
Perhaps both.
I leisurely run my finger from one of his shoulder blades to the other.
Damien watches me like a hawk in the mirror.
“It’s often said that bullies terrorize others as a way to cover up for their own insecurities and pain.”
The steam from the shower fills up the room as I trail my hand down his abs, stopping right above the waistband of his boxers. “Is that it, Damien? Did someone hurt y—”
I don’t finish that sentence because he spins around with a force so powerful I lose my balance.
For the briefest of moments, I see a flash of something in those stormy baby blues before he forces me to my knees and lowers his boxers.
I attempt to get up, but he grabs a fistful of my hair and stands directly in front of me, trapping me between his body and the wall.
I watch as he wraps his hand around his erection, feeling grateful I didn’t see it before it was inside me. The wide mushroom head is slick and demanding…as is the rest of his thick and veiny shaft.
His cock is every bit as dominating as he is.
Fisting it tighter, he holds it out to me. “Open.”
The vindictive bite in his voice sends a shiver up my spine. I’m seriously regretting pushing him so far.
“No.”
He plugs my nose, forcing my mouth open. My stomach rolls with a violent lurch. I can practically smell the scent of her on his dick.
I clamp my mouth shut and shake my head. His maid looked at me like I was lower than scum before. I’d rather have nails drilled into my eyeballs than lick her off of him.
My head whirls as panic sets in. I only have another few seconds left before my mouth will open involuntarily and he’ll shove it inside.
Saying please is moot at this point, because he doesn’t want me to beg.
What he really wants…is my cooperation and for me to uphold my end of the deal.
“I’m sorry I made you angry, but please don’t make me do this.” I look up at him. “If you let me go, I’ll get ready for the funeral.”
We stare at one another for what feels like an eternity...until finally, he relents.
I make my way to the door on shaky legs but pause before exiting. Damien doesn’t strike me as the type of man to give a shit about other people, but the impulse to share this with him is too strong to tamp down.
“After I caught them together...Cain…” Jesus. Just saying his name takes the breath right out of me. “He wanted me to finish what Margaret started.” My cheeks are damp when I turn to look at him. “People in this town have said some horrible things to me and about me, including my own mother, but I’ve never felt lower or more disrespected in my entire life than at that moment.”
His dark brows knit together as he studies my face, probably wondering why I bothered to tell him that.
I shake my head, feeling stupid. “Enjoy your shower.”
“Eden.”
“Yeah?”
“You didn’t make me angry.” The glare he aims my way is so ominous my knees wobble. “And I sincerely hope for your sake you never do. Because I won’t just disrespect you…I’ll fucking a