Page 176 of Ruin My Life

I suck my lower lip between my teeth as his thumbs sweep gentle arcs across my hips.

He says nothing.

Doesn’t push.

Just waits.

I want this. IknowI do.

But I’m scared what he might think when he sees me.

I can barely stand looking at myself in a mirror. I can only imagine what he’ll think when he looks at my chest and finds a gruesome reminder of my past staring him right in the face.

Will he even be able to stand looking at me?

Will he still want totouchme?

Will he still think I’m perfect when I’m so obviouslynot?

“Use your words,mi rosa,” he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Tell me what’s rattling that beautiful mind of yours.”

I take a breath that comes out shaky.

“Scars,” I say.

Just that one word, and it makes my chest shake.

“From your surgery?” he asks softly.

“And the bullet,” I nod, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

His jaw flexes, but he doesn’t speak.

He turns me around until my pelvis is pressed against the counter, my palms bracing the cool marble. He stands behind me, and I watch through the mirror as he removes his belt, unbuttons his jeans.

Then his cock, hard as iron, slips between my thighs until the heavy heat of his body presses flush against mine.

The friction sends a jolt straight to my core. I roll my hips back into him, desperate for more.

He groans low in his throat as I quickly coat his shaft with my slick arousal.

Then, his hand slips under my shirt, skimming up the slope of my belly, ghosting higher.

He cups one breast. I’m not wearing a bra. I haven’t been since my shower after dinner.

My nipple peaks in his palm, aching with need—but all I can focus on is how close his fingers are to the scar nestled in the valley between my breasts.

I freeze, and he feels it.

His hips still. His hand pauses, brushing the raised edge of the scar.

And I wince.

The sound that leaves me is small, pathetic, like I’m trying to hide inside my own skin.

I’m ruining this. I know I am.

Damon’s other hand slides up to my jaw, tipping my head back until our eyes lock in the mirror.