I stepped off the bar. Legs shaking. Face flushed.
Turned toward the door.
But before I could take a step, Damon grabbed my wrist.
His grip was firm yet commanding at the same time.
His voice was low.
“Stay away from the boys at the party.”
I turned slowly. Looked up at him.
“And if they come near me?” I whispered.
His eyes burned through mine.
He leaned in.
“Wanna find out?” he asked.
Then he smacked my ass.
Hard.
I gasped.
He smirked.
“Now leave,” he said, “before I rip that f*****g dress off your body and f**k you into next week.”
I didn’t breathe again until I was out the door.
But even then.
I was still wet.
Still trembling.
And still his.
~~~
The front door slammed behind me.
I didn’t breathe until I hit the night air.
The wind was cool against my flushed sk
