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Chapter fifteen

~ AVERY~

My heart is pounding beneath Damien’s gaze, and all of my senses are on fire. My mind is running, all voices of reason screaming at me to apologize and go home, to stop this before it’s too late. But as the ghost of Damien’s lips on mine lingers, my hands still clutching onto his shirt, I realize there’s no going back. I can’t fight this any longer; I can’t pretend I’m not dying to experience everything I’ve missed out on. And I don’t want to experience it with anyone else but Damien.

Now, here I am, alone with him. There’s no Rowan nearby to save me and no Sarah to give me a nudge of courage—just Damien, watching me like he’s already decided exactly how this night’s going to end.

“You look a little scared.” His voice is a low murmur.

My heart hammers louder than it has any right to, and my mouth feels dry.

“I… no,” I say, but the waver in my voice betrays me. He just chuckles, his gaze darkening, and it’s a look I’ve never seen from him before. It’s dangerous and unreadable, like I’m the only thing he’s hunting tonight.

He lifts his hand, dragging his thumb across my cheek, tracing down slowly, deliberately, until it settles on my jaw, tilting my head up. His touch is gentle, but there’s a roughness to the way his thumb lingers on my skin, sending tiny electric pulses racing down my spine.

“You could still walk away.” The words roll out low and dark, and he leans in until his mouth is just a breath away from my ear. “Or maybe you’d rather take your chances here with me.”

A shiver runs through me, and I can’t decide if it’s fear or something far more potent. He leans in, his lips grazing the edge of my neck, and suddenly, I can barely breathe.

“So… what’s it gonna be?”

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m aware that we’re standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, visible to anyone who might look this way. A thrill of something forbidden and reckless twists inside me, and I swallow, my voice barely a whisper.

“Here… here is fine.”

He straightens and steps back just enough to watch me, one dark brow quirking up. There’s that smile and a flash of something possessive in his gaze.

“Fine, huh?” he says, voice thick with amusement, as if he’s savoring every second of my discomfort. “I’ll show you fine.”

He reaches out, tracing the edge of my tank top strap with the lightest touch. Then his hand shifts down, settling on the small of my back and pulling me closer. I bite my lip, trying to hold back the tremor that his touch sends skittering down my spine.

“I think you are scared, little liar.” His gaze pierces mine, and I can feel every nerve in my body on edge.

“I…” I trail off, breathless. I know he can feel my pulse pounding beneath his fingertips. “Should I be?”

He gives me a small smile, raising a brow. Without warning, he spins me around, so now I’m facing the door, and he has his back to it.

And before I can catch my breath, he’s walking me backward, closer to the massive couch I spotted somewhere behind me. The lights are dim, so I can’t see the massive space well, but it’s different than what I’d expected. There are dark and earthy tones, accentuated by the soft lights, making his house feel even more intimate and sensual.

“Damien…” My voice wavers as he steps closer, his fingers trailing down my arm in a touch that’s light as a whisper. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t need to, but his gaze never leaves mine, never lets me look away as he closes in, an intensity in his eyes that’s as thrilling as it is terrifying. His scent envelops me, clean yet sharp and dark, his cologne mixed with his body wash.

And then he stops, pausing just inches away, his thumb brushing along my jaw. “Do you know,” he murmurs, his voice as dark as the night outside, “how long I’ve stood there, watching you in your room.”

My face heats up, my mind racing to the window, to the knowledge that he’s been watching me without me knowing. Heat rushes up to my cheeks as the embarrassment kicks in.

“What did you see?” My voice trails off as he leans in again, so close I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin.

“Something I want.”

He takes my chin between his fingers, holding me in place as he leans in, his lips hovering just out of reach, teasingly close, his eyes dark with that unspoken challenge. And God help me, I don’t want him to stop.

My breathing comes faster, and I realize he can feel it, too. He’s drinking in my reaction. His fingers trace the line of my collarbone, dipping just enough to make my pulse race even more.

“Let me in,” he murmurs, voice rough with something that sends a thrill through me even as I try to hold on to the last shreds of composure.

It’s a dangerous request—the kind of request that leaves me tingling, and I can feel every inch of him, every intense, unyielding look he gives me. And I realize with startling clarity that I don’t want to pull away.

His hands are everywhere, at my waist, pressing me back, then sliding to my hip, his fingers curling around me possessively, as if daring me to move away. It’s like he’s marking his claim without a single word.

“Yes,” I whisper. My heart is pounding with the thrill of it, the way he’s watching me like a predator who’s cornered his prey.

Damien leans down, his lips just a hair's breadth from mine, his voice rough and so low it feels like a secret.

“Is this why you asked me to give you lessons?” he whispers, his eyes gleaming. His fingers tighten on my hip, just enough to make me gasp. “Hoping I’ll eventually take what I want?”

The huge room feels smaller and hotter, my skin prickling under his touch. I manage a shaky breath, but he’s so close, and I feel like every inch of him is daring me to turn back now.

My eyes flicker left to Rowan’s house, scanning the area for any signs that he’s awake.

He chuckles, dark and rich, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip, his gaze following the movement like he’s thinking about how much he could take. “See, I’m starting to think,” he murmurs, his mouth curving into a wicked smile, “you like the idea of being caught with me.”

My cheeks burn, but I don’t pull away. I can’t, not when he’s looking at me like he’s unraveling me with just his stare. And he knows it, too; I can feel it in the way his hand settles on the back of my neck, his thumb tracing little circles.

I clutch at his shirt, torn between pulling him closer and running as far as I can. But the dark intensity in his gaze keeps me right here, pinned under his touch, under his knowing smirk. I can barely hold his gaze, but he tilts my chin up, keeping me captive, refusing to let me look away.

“Are you going to be as bold as I know you want to be, Avery?” His voice is a slow, molten drawl, thick with a promise that makes my skin tingle. “Or do you want me to stop?”

“I… I don’t want you to stop.” I swallow hard.

The grin that spreads across his face is lethal. His hands skim up my sides as he backs me up to the couch. He watches me with that dark, predatory gleam like he’s savoring every inch of hesitation I have left, knowing it’s all about to unravel. I know it will.

He lets his hand linger on my jaw for a moment, his thumb tracing my cheek in a way that feels both possessive and achingly tender like he’s letting me know just how easily he could pull me in, leaving me breathless and wanting. And then he leans down, his lips ghosting over mine, the barest touch that sends a pulse of heat right to my core. It’s maddening, the way he hovers, making me feel like he could devour me if he wanted to. And I’d let him.

“Good,” he breathes, his voice a dark promise against my mouth, his fingers slipping down, tugging at the hem of my shirt. “Because I don’t plan on stopping.”

His fingers curl around the edge of my shirt, and I can feel the heat of his touch searing through the thin fabric. My breath hitches as he tugs gently, pulling the material up just enough to expose the sensitive skin of my stomach. His gaze follows the movement, dark and hungry as if he’s memorizing every inch of me.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, his voice low and rough like he’s barely holding back.

I nod, too breathless to speak, my pulse pounding in my ears. He smirks again, that dangerous, knowing curve of his lips that makes my knees weak. Without warning, he lifts me effortlessly, setting me down on the couch with a gentle push. I sink into the cushions, my legs parting instinctively, inviting him closer.

He follows me on the couch, kneeling above me. His eyes are raking over my body, taking everything in, and just as insecurity starts creeping into my mind, he closes his eyes and exhales through his nose as if to calm himself down. When he opens his eyes again, they’re absolutely feral. He falls forward, throwing out his left hand to support his weight, his other one grabbing my jaw.

“Tell me to stop,” he says with a pained expression. “Tell me to stop, Avery, and I will.”

“Please, don’t stop,” I whisper. The change in his expression is instant. With his hand around my jaw, his lips crash onto mine, fierce and possessive. I kiss him back, trying to keep up with him, but he’s gone absolutely wild. His tongue gently licks my lips in a silent plea, and I open them, letting him slip inside. He tastes of mint, whiskey, and maleness.

His hands are everywhere at once, skimming over my ribs, sliding under the hem, his fingers brushing against the clasp of my bra.

“Your skin is so soft,” he says, almost to himself, as his hands continue to roam. I bite my lip, trying to stifle a smile as he works the hooks loose one by one. I can’t help the whimper that comes out of me just as his hands cup my breasts under the shirt, his thumbs grazing across my nipples, already hard and aching for his touch.

His mouth follows, leaving a trail of hot kisses down my neck, pausing to nip at the sensitive skin just below my ear. I gasp, my head falling back as he continues his slow descent, his lips moving lower, his hands continuing their relentless exploration. I have never been kissed like this, never been touched like this, never felt like this before.

He kneels between my legs, his eyes locked onto mine as he pulls my shirt up over my head, tossing it aside carelessly. His gaze flits down, taking in the sight of me half-naked, my bra hanging loosely from my shoulders, my nipples peeking out from the top of the thin fabric. A low growl rumbles in his chest, sending a thrill of anticipation through me.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire. “So fucking perfect.”

I feel myself brush at his praise.

“Tell me what you want, Avery,” he demands, his voice commanding, brooking no refusal.

I lick my lips, my mind racing, my body begging for release.

“You,” I manage to say, my voice shaky.

His eyes darken even further, and he leans in, his lips hovering just above mine.

“You’ve proved what a brave girl you are tonight,” he murmurs, his breath fanning over my mouth. “Brave girls use their words. Tell me exactly what you want.”

“I want you to touch me,” I repeat more confidently this time, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.

He groans a deep, primal sound that vibrates through my entire body. His hands move with renewed passion. He yanks the bra away from me and tosses it onto the floor. Feeling more than exposed, I drop my hands from his hair and try to cover myself. His right hand comes down and grips both of my wrists tight before he pulls my hands over my head, pinning them down.

“Don’t hide from me,” he growls, his eyes locked with mine. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You could ruin me just by looking at me. Don’t you get it? You’re fucking breathtaking. Don’t hide your body from me; do you understand?”

I nod, his praise making me feel more confident than I’ve ever felt. Finally, he takes his eyes off mine and looks down at my exposed breasts. He sucks in a sharp breath and, with a muttered curse, leans down to take one of my nipples in his hot mouth. A moan escapes my mouth, the sensation unlike anything I’ve felt before. I feel his tongue swirling around the hard peak right before his teeth close around it and tug gently.

“Damien.” His name slips out before I can stop it. He tugs on my nipple one last time before letting it go.

“I’m going to devour you,” he states, low and dark. “If I let go of your hands, will you cover yourself again?”

I shake my head, unable to speak, and he slowly nods, seemingly pleased. He releases my hands and slides his down my body. I arch into his touch, needing more of it. His fingers slip under the band of my shorts, pushing them down over my hips. I lift myself off the couch to help him, kicking them away impatiently.

“Eager little thing.” He chuckles. His eyes never leave mine, burning with intensity, as he takes in the sight of me, almost completely exposed to his gaze.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his voice strained with desire. “Look at you. How am I supposed to control myself?”

I blush at his words, my cheeks heating, but I don’t look away. Instead, I watch him as he stands, shrugging out of his own shirt with an effortless grace. His tattoos and abs come into view, defined and taut, and I can’t help but reach out, my fingers tracing the lines of muscle and ink, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch.

He lets out a soft groan, his head tilting back as my hands roam lower, exploring the ridges of his chest and the smooth expanse of his abdomen. His hands come down to grip my wrists, pinning them above my head again, his eyes locking onto mine once more.

“I have to take it slow with you tonight,” he warns, his voice thick with warning.

I shake my head, biting my lip nervously, but my desire outweighs my caution. “Don’t,” I plead, my voice barely a whisper.

He stares at me for a long moment, his gaze searching, before a slow, predatory smile curves his lips.

“As you wish,” he says simply before leaning down to capture my lips in a kiss that is anything but slow. It’s fierce and demanding, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, claiming me with a hunger that leaves me breathless.

My hands wrench free of his grip, wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer. His muscles tense, and I can feel the tension coiling within him, waiting to be unleashed. His hands slide down my sides, dipping lower until he reaches the waistband of my panties. He slides his fingers down to the fabric covering my entrance. He pauses there, his fingers teasing the edge, making me tremble with anticipation.

“Christ. You’re so wet for me, baby,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

I bite my lip, unable to form the words, my body aching for his next move. He gives me one last lingering kiss, his tongue stroking mine, before he pulls back, his eyes intense. I’m not ashamed of my nakedness anymore. The way he looks at me, eating me alive with his eyes, makes me want to show him more; it makes me want to put on a show for him and watch his control slipping.

“Tell me what you want again,” he commands, his voice rough, his fingers still teasing the edge of my panties.

I swallow hard, my throat dry, but I force the words out.

“I want you to touch me,” I say, trembling.

He growls, a sound of pure possession, and without another word, he hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties, peeling them down and off in one swift motion. I’m done hiding. I’m done feeling insecure. I want to be what Damien said I am. Brave. I kick them away, my legs parting wider, giving him unrestricted access to my most vulnerable parts.

Damien isn’t looking, though. Instead, he’s looking into my eyes as if holding himself back from looking down. Finally, he does. His eyes roll back as he closes them, letting out a quiet growl, his hands tightening their hold on my hips.

The sight of him trying to keep it together makes me feel bolder than ever before. I reach down and slide my hand down his torso, making him snap his eyes open. I take my bottom lip between my teeth as I curl my fingers behind his belt and tug. I can’t help the smile on my face as I see the surprise in his eyes. Surprise morphs back into feral desire as he leans down with a smirk.

“Eager to see what I have for you in there?” he murmurs, his right hand sliding down my naked body. “You want my belt, little liar?” He cocks his head to the side, fire blazing in his eyes, as he reaches down.

I hear him unbuckling his belt before he slips it free, holding it up.

“You can have it then,” he says through gritted teeth before wrapping the belt around my wrists and pulling my hands above my head. I gasp, my eyes widening as I lay beneath him, fully naked, with my hands tied above my head.

I bite my lip, feeling anticipation flowing into nervousness as his gaze locks onto mine. The room is filled with tension, every second stretching out like an eternity. His touch is electric, sending shivers down my spine as his free hand slides down between my breasts.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. His eyes trace the curves of my body. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”

His confession sends a rush of warmth through me, melting away any remaining hesitation.

“Then take what you want,” I whisper, my voice shaking with excitement.

He responds immediately, his mouth on me in an instant, his hand thumbing the sensitive flesh of my breasts. I gasp, arching into his touch, feeling the cool air against my heated skin. My nipples tighten instantly, pebbling in the chilled air, but he quickly remedies that by pressing his warm palm against them, kneading gently.

“This is your last chance to tell me to stop," he says, his voice strained.

“No,” I reply, my breath hitching as his thumb circles my nipples. “I don’t want you to stop.”

His eyes darken at my words, and he leans down, capturing one taut peak between his lips. I whimper, the sensation too intense, too delicious to bear. He sucks lightly, his tongue darting out to swirl around the sensitive nub before switching to the other breast, giving it equal attention. My back arches involuntarily, pressing my chest toward him, craving more.

He releases the hold he has on the belt, the leather loosening around my wrists. I pull my hands free and bring them around his neck right before he pulls away.

I watch him as he sits up, his eyes never leaving mine, and unzips his pants slowly. My gaze involuntarily drops to his hand which disappears under the waistband. My tummy does a flip at the thought of what he’s about to do next. But nothing could have prepared me for the sight before me as he pulls his hand back out, the other one pulling the top of his pants down.

“Oh my god,” I breathe out, my eyes glued to his cock. It’s just like the rest of him, huge and breathtaking.

“Having second thoughts?” he teases, his hand sliding down the length slowly. The sight is enough to make my mouth water, and instead of replying, I reach down and wrap my own hand around it, right above his. I’ve never touched something so soft yet so hard before. It feels like steel wrapped in satin; it feels like danger, and I can’t get enough of it.

“Fuck, Avery,” he hisses out, closing his eyes and leaning into my hand. Seeing what my touch does to him makes me come alive. I want more. I need more.

“Show me how to do it,” I say quietly. He opens his eyes, and his lips curl just an inch.

“You want me to teach you how to stroke my cock?” he asks, raising a brow. I bite my lip and nod, earning me a devilish smile. “I did promise to give you lessons,” he says teasingly.

“Wrap your hand around it,” he instructs, and I sit up, propping myself up on my elbow as I try to wrap my fingers around him. They’re barely touching, and the thought of this inside me sends butterflies fluttering everywhere.

He wraps his large hand around mine and starts guiding my hand up and down, squeezing himself more than I expected. He lets out a breath and throws his head back with a muttered curse.

“Show me what you’ve learned.” He releases my hand and looks down at me. I squeeze his cock and start pumping my hand up and down. “Fuck, baby. Slow down,” he pants, and I freeze.

“Did I do it wrong?” I ask, my hand mid-stroke. Damien swallows and shakes his head, leaning down over me again.

“The fucking opposite,” he replies before his fingers slide up my inner thigh, getting closer and closer to my center. “You’re such a little tease,” he murmurs as his fingers slide up my slit and pause at my clit. I moan at the feeling of his fingers on the sensitive bundle of nerves. The sensation is more than I could have ever imagined. I’ve touched myself before, but nothing can compare to him touching me. His eyes don’t leave mine as he begins to rub in slow circles. I try to close my legs, my moans turning into whimpers as the pleasure takes over me.

“Spread your legs wider,” he commands, his voice thick with desire.

I obey, parting my thighs and exposing myself to his hungry gaze. He groans, his eyes flicking down to his fingers rubbing me and my hand around his cock.

With a muttered curse, he sits up and pulls a condom from his back pocket. He rips the foil with his teeth and spits it out before rolling the condom down his length. The sight of that shouldn’t be as erotic as it is, but my walls clench in anticipation.

“We’re doing this at your pace tonight.” He brings his gaze back to me. I blink at him, unsure of what he means, and his lips curl into into a smile. “Put it in for me,” he commands, his tone low and dark.

I look up at him, eyes wide and lips parted before I look down again. I swallow and scoot lower before guiding his cock between my thighs, the head rubbing my wetness around. My eyes roll at the sensation of him there, everything feeling too good, too much. Involuntarily, I let him slip from my fingers as I whimper.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He chuckles, and I feel the head rubbing up and down again, this time, guided by his hand instead of mine. “So fucking wet for me.”

“Please,” I gasp, my voice barely audible.

“You beg so nicely,” he muses. “Let me hear you again,” he urges, still sliding his tip up and down.

“Please, Damien,” I whine, wrapping my fingers around his hand.

“Anything for you,” he whispers and positions himself at my entrance. He comes down on top of me and kisses my lips gently. I feel pressure as he begins to push himself in. A sudden jolt of pain and pleasure rip through me as he slowly pushes inside. I gasp audibly, throwing my head back as he stretches me.

“Look at me,” he orders softly, and I obey, opening my eyes. He’s propping himself up on his elbow, his hand cradling my head. “Such a brave girl,” he coos and plants another gentle kiss on my lips as he starts to slide in even more. God, he’s going to rip me in half.

“Damien.” His name is a whine of pleasure and pain as he keeps sliding in, filling me up until I feel like I’m about to burst.

“Shh. I know, baby,” he whispers. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans as he stills inside of me, buried to the hilt. His lips find mine again, soft and soothing as he slowly slides out of me and pushes in again.

“Oh my god,” I moan into his mouth, feeling all of him, my nails scratching his back. He stills inside of me and sucks in a breath through his teeth.

“Look at you taking my cock so well,” he murmurs, still unmoving.

“Please,” I beg, using my hands to try and bring him closer. “More,” I pant, completely aware of how I sound.

“More, huh?” He looks down at me, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Such a needy little liar.”

He starts moving his hips again, sliding in and out of me. He takes his time at first, making sure I’ve fully adjusted to him before his thrusts become faster, harder.

I look down between us, where our bodies are joined. My lips are wrapped around his cock as it slides in and out of me, glistening with my arousal. “Look at how well your sweet little pussy is taking me.”

“Damien,” I moan, my voice hoarse from the pleasure.

I writhe beneath him, my hips thrusting upward, seeking more of his touch.

He growls, deep and low, his teeth scraping lightly against my jaw as he moves in and out. My moans turn into near screams as I feel his thumb on my clit, rubbing me in delicious circles again, driving me closer to the edge.

“Damien.” I snap my eyes open, feeling the orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter within me, begging for release. My nails dig into his back, earning me a sharp bite on my neck. “Oh my god, Damien,” I cry out as he drives me closer to the edge.

“You drive me fucking crazy, Avery,” he growls against my ear, his body slapping into mine with relentless fast, sharp thrusts. “Is this tight pussy going to come on my cock, baby?”

His words make my eyes roll—they’re my undoing.

His name spills from my lips again in a desperate plea, my body tensing as the first waves of pleasure crash over me.

“That’s it, baby. Show me how much you like my dick inside you,” he grits out, his voice vibrating against the sensitive flesh of my neck. “Let it go.”

And I do, my body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. I feel my walls squeeze him tighter, and I wrap both legs around the small of his back.

“Fuck,” he hisses as he thrusts deeper inside me before he follows. I scream his name, my orgasm intensely ripping through me. He rides out my climax by pumping again in long, forceful thrusts, prolonging the pleasure until, finally, I collapse back against the cushions.

As my vision slowly comes back, my eyes find his. We’re both panting, neither of us looking away, neither of us wanting to. And in that moment, reality hits me.

I’ve just let my brother’s best friend take my virginity.