Damon was still there.
Watching me go.
Still hard.
Still silent.
Still promising hell.
And I knew..tonight wasn’t over.
It hadn’t even f*****g started.
~~~
Tasha yanked me into her room before I could even catch my breath.
She didn’t say anything at first. Just kicked the door shut with her heel and turned toward the bed like this was just any other party prep.
It wasn’t.
Not for me.
Not after what just happened on the bathroom floor.
My p***y was still throbbing. My throat still wet with the taste of him. My insides were slick and hot and trembling like I’d been dipped in electricity and dragged across tile.
But Tasha had no idea.
She was humming.
Spinning in circles like a little demon fairy, grabbing shoes and gloss and mesh from the chaos of her bed.
And then she turne
