Page 61 of Off-Limits

“Are you serious right now?” she demands, her face hardening and body tensing.

“What do you want me to say? That I hated it, that I regret it, that it waswrong?”

Dottie flinches again, but I continue.

“I won’t fucking do it, Dorothy. You know why?”

I wait a beat, watching the tears forming in her eyes again, but I’m too far gone. I’m frustrated, tense, and angry with myself for allowing this to happen. But more than that, I am pissed off that the one time I do something for myself and be selfish, I land in this situation.

“I’m not doing this, Damon,” she states, grabbing her stuff.

Panic sets in, and before I know what I’m doing, Dottie is underneath me on the bed and I’m kissing her. She fights me for a few seconds before giving in and opening her mouth.

I nip at her lips, suck on her tongue, frantically trying to become one with her and breathe the same air as her. She gives back as good as I give, clawing at my still wet skin, and wrapping her legs around me. We stay like that for god knows how long, but when it becomes too much, I untangle myself from her.

I need more.

Drawing my lip into my mouth, I bite down on it as I look at this beautiful creature before me. Her breaths are ragged, and her chest moves fast as she tries to suck in a lung full of air.

And all I can think is she is wearing too many fucking clothes.

I tear them off her body, my hands roaming, fondling, pinching and probing her holes until she’s screaming in bliss and squirting all over my digits. We say nothing to each other, but I see the defeat and lechery leeching from her violet hues.

And when I climb up her body, my mouth sealing around hers, sinking into her tight cunt, I am fucking home.

I make love to her.

Our bodies grind together in unison, chasing our orgasmsrepeatedly until she’s covered and filled with my come, and we lay curled around ourselves.

Closing my eyes, I allow myself this one selfish moment, one that I deserve. When I hear Dottie snoring softly beside me, her delicate hand resting on my bare chest, I finally give in, and the Sandman snows me under.

But when I wake the next morning feeling sated, well fucked and happy for the briefest of moments.

She’s already gone.

Chapter Seventeen

DOTTIE

Ican’t do this.

So as soon as Damon fell asleep, I did the coward thing and slipped out of bed and left. I was sure he’d wake up when I fell over trying to get my dress on, but thankfully he didn’t.

Now I’m sitting in my hotel room, on the shower floor, while the hot water washes away my tears. I feel like I’m tearing into two, like I’m being ripped apart, and I don’t know how to glue myself back together.

Memories from last night play havoc in my mind, twisting the already twisted carousel into a bunch of fuckery I can’t untangle. I see his dark, smouldering eyes, his hot, inked body, his pierced cock, but what is at the forefront like it has been for years, is that damn smirk on his handsome face.

It unravels me.

Unnerves me.

Consumes me.

And I don’t know what I’m going to do now that it’s over.

Last night was more than I could have ever hoped for myfirst time. It was beautiful, intense, and Damon — I saw how much he wanted me, and it scared me.

He can’t have me, and I can’t have him.