Faking it with Damian Black by Louise Jane

Faking it with Damian Black by Louise Jane Chapter 19

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Chapter 19

-DAMIAN-

I waited for her to sass me, fighton my blatant claim over her, but she did

none of that. She lowered her gaze to her drink, lifted the olives to her l*ps. My

tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, fist clenched tightly around my glass,

watching her l*ps part as she swallowed

Swiveling on the barstool, her crossed legs bumped on the outside of my thighs.

Her eyelids were heavy, slowly sipping her drink, her pink tongue darting out to

lick her l*ps.

“I’m yours, huh?” Her voice was sultry and low.

My brows shoot up, challenging her. “Aren’t you?”

“Maybe.”

It’s not a fiat-out no. 1 smirked and languidly removed the distance between our

bodies, leaning my face close to hers.

She wasn’t backing down. Her heated stare matched my own. There were sparks

around us that only the two of us could feel.

Something definitely changed insince Saturday night. Like a moth to a

fiame, I’m drawn to her. I wanted to push her to her limits, craving to see how far

she’d go before she pushedaway and put her walls up.

This attraction I had for her was drivinginsane. It’s nothing like I ever felt

before. Women cand go in my life, and I don’t feel any s hit about them

leaving. Sonja was the only exception and now.. Millicent too. I shower my fiings

with gifts, take them to fancy places, but this is Millicent. She’s so close to

home. We’re both risking too much by getting too deep with

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each other.

Our l*ps were millimeters apart when she spoke. “I want that dance now,” she

said. Her breath caresses my l*ps, sweet and minty with a note of alcohol.

After emptying her second martini glass, she slid down her seat and strutted

towards the dance fioor without a backward glance at me, I followed the sway of

her hips, itching to sp ank that plump as s.

F ucking tease. There’s no way she doesn’t know what we’re doing or, more like,

what she’s doing to me.

My loafers cemented by the bar, I watched Millicent blend into the dancing

crowd, owning it with each passing second. She settled in my line of sight, eyes

locked with mine. Chris Brown and Jhene Aiko’s ‘Post to Be’ pulsed from the

speaker. Laser lights raved in the sbeat. Millicents’ hips started to move in

that se xy sway that had invaded my dre since Saturday.

This was different. She was sober, and the heat in her eyes as she danced for me

went straight to my dic

Like a siren in a turbulent sea, she was luringinto weathering the storm and

staking my claim on her.

And I want to.

If she’s the price waiting forat the other end of the storm, it would be f

ucking worth it.

Slowly sipping my drink, my eyes feast on the show she was putting on for me.

But I wasn’t the only one watchi moved behind her, bravely clasping his paws on

her hips. She jerked at his attempt. The confidence she’s fiauntin And I knew

right then that Millicent was walking on unchartered territory.

night

let it play. She kept her eyes locked with mine, grinding against the guy holding

her, daringto claim her. In a bo move, the guy pressed his l*p on her

shoulder, and I lost it. I slammed my glass on the counter, nearly breaking it to p

Millicent smirked, delight dilating her brown eyes as I approached, a lion ready

to stake my claim. Once I was within he reach, she looped her arms around my

n*eck. The guy behind her instantly released her hips.

“Hey baby.” Millicent slurred. To his credit, the guy raised a hand, stepping back

without trying to gauge my reaction. “Too

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you long enough.”

“The f uck you’re doing?” I growled, pulling her closer until no space separated

our bodies.

She batted her lashes, peering atwith those innocent eyes. “Dancing.

She turned her back on me, slithering her hands up to my nape. The movement

caused her breast to push forward and her a ss to push back against my cr otch.

I growled, sl*pping my hand to her belly. She shivered under my touch. I

skimmed a hand in her middle, past her ribcage, until I was clasping her throat.

“You know what you are, Millicent?” 1 growled in her

ears.

my power move or to my question.

She gave no response to my power

“You’re a f ucking tease. If you were mine, you’d think twice before doing this

stunt.”

She angled her head until her l*ps ghosted mine. “Too bad I’m only yours for a

show, huh?”

I chuckled darkly. She knew how to play her cards well. I like it so f ucking much.

I’d enjoy breaking her defiance until she submits to me, until she’s begging for

and this woman grinding onwas not the Millicent I had in mind when I

offered her that deal. That girl was timid and shy. This Millicent, untamed and

wild, was an enigma I needed to fathom.

She circled her perky a ss over my hardening erection, moaning so loud I heard

her it over the music. I released her throat, dropped my hands to her hips, and

spun her around. Her eyelids fiuttered, sucking in a gasp, her wild eyes finding

my own.

We stopped moving, lost in each other’s eyes. Her dilated ones dropped to my

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l*ps, darting back to my eyes, and her fingers clutched my shirt as she licked her

l*ps.

I don’t know who k*ssed who, but the next thing I knew, our mouths were

devouring one another as though we’d been starving. She pulleddown by

my shirt, and 1 gripped her closer by her waist. Our mouths were frantic, wild.

Tasting, savoring until we had no choice but to gasp for air.

Foreheads pressed together, still holding each other tightly, our eyes

questioning.

“Damian, Millicent whispered, pinching her eyes shut

I gripped her jaw, coasting the pad of my thumb over her swollen l*ps. “You

taste so sweet, Millicent.”

Her l*ps parted, but I gave her no tto protest and dipped for another k*ss,

drinking the sweetness from her mouth. 1 don’t f ucking know what I’m doing,

but G od, she tasted like nothing I had ever tasted before. Sweet, so feminine,

and soft. This time. I took my tsavoring her pillowy l*ps. Licking and biting,

teasing, which she returned with equal enthusiasm. I dared slide my hand lower,

grasping a healthy amount of her perky a ss. She squealed against my mouth,

and I smiled at her adorable reaction.

How can she be so bold and innocent all at the stime?

She reached for my hair, her fingers tugging and pulling as I dared my tongue

inside her parted mouth. Our tongues dueled for dominance, but she slowly

caved in, surrendering to me.

And hot d amn, this girl could f ucking k*ss.

She giggled when we pulled apart, rested her head on my chest, and started

dancing. Her glee was contiguous. I chuckled, buried my face in the crook of her

n*eck as I moved with her. We were dancing against the music, but I couldn’t

care less. It felt too good to hold Millicent.

What the uck is this girl doing to me?

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