Page 127 of Ruin My Life

Every man I’ve kissed in the last six months has been business. Transactional. Cold hands and colder intent. With them, I never wanted more than what I needed to take.

But this isn’t like any of the others.

Damon’s kiss iselectric.

Everywhere his skin meets mine feels like an inferno, lighting up my body until I’m drenched in flames that all burn for him.

I fist his shirt in both hands, surrendering to the heat that builds with every hungry sweep of his tongue.

He kisses like he’s starving. Like I’m his last chance tofeelsomething.

Before I realize it, my back hits the wall. He’s already moved us, already trapped me—in a way that makes my knees weak instead of afraid.

His mouth drags down my jaw, his tongue sweeping the hollow of my throat, and I whimper when his fingers hook beneath the waistband of my shorts.

He pauses. Breath ragged. Eyes locked on mine.

“Tell me to stop, and I will.”

I shake my head, already trembling with a need I haven’t felt in months—maybe longer.

“Don’t stop… Please, Damon.”

“Fuck.”

He groans the word into my mouth and kisses me like it’s a punishment. His knee presses between my thighs, spreading me open just as his hand slips beneath my shorts.

I brace myself—for fear, for pain, for memories that might resurface.

But they don’t.

Because Damon’s touch is nothing like theirs.

When his fingers sink into me, slow but desperate, I nearly lose control right then and there. My headthumpsback against the wall, my teeth digging into my bottom lip so hard I taste blood. My back arches instinctively, hips moving against his hand like they have a mind of their own.

He groans against my skin, his voice low and reverent.

“Let me hear you. All of it. I’ve wanted to hear every sound you’d make since the second I saw you.”

And god help me, I give them to him.

Especially when he presses the pad of his thumb against my clit and starts rubbing slow, firm circles. The moans fall like confessions, breathless and broken.

“You were begging me to hate you a few minutes ago,” I pant, the words spilling out between gasps as he works his fingers deeper.

“The me from a few minutes ago,” he growls against my neck, “didn’t know how you sound when youbegfor me. How your pussy feels when it clenches around my fingers. How you tremble when I hit just the right spot.”

He curls his fingers and hits that very same spot that makes my knees weak, but he holds me in place.

It’s like he already knows my body better than I ever have.

“Damon!” His name bursts from me like a secret I’ve kept buried too long.

He captures my mouth again, biting down on my bottom lip until I gasp. “Fuck. Now I know how it sounds when you moan my name,” he murmurs. “And I’m never going back. I’m going to have to keep you here, little rose. With me. Forever.”

The pressure finally snaps.

My entire body fractures as my orgasm rips through me, loud and bright and relentless.