Damien didn’t give me time to recover. He scooped me up like I weighed nothing, my legs wrapping around his waist as his c*m leaked out of my ruined p***y and dripped down his body. His mouth claimed mine in a brutal kiss while he carried me up the stairs, straight toward the bedroom I shared with his brother.
My heart pounded with guilt and forbidden excitement. "Damien… not there…" I whispered against his lips, even as my arms tightened around his neck.
He ignored me completely. He kicked open the door to my marital bed and threw me down onto it. The same bed where Ethan slept beside me every night. The same sheets I had washed just yesterday.
Damien stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at my naked, c*m-soaked body with terrifying obsession. "Spread your legs for me," he ordered
