I moved in front of the mirror that spanned the wall and wiped away the condensation. A gasp slipped from my throat as my eyes met Damian’s. My heart pounded so hard, I had to press my hand to my chest to calm myself down.
He sat on the closed toilet lid, shirtless and only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs. Dark tattoos covered his arms and muscular chest and dipped below the waistband of his underwear. His cock was hard, the head poking through the slit in the fabric.
I bit my lip to stifle the scream that so desperately wanted to break free. He made no move to shove his giant cock back into his boxers. I couldn’t see much of him, but what I could see was thick and touched his stomach when he leaned forward.
Save me from this beautiful monster.
I spun around to face him, clutching my towel. “What are you doing in here?”
“You’re in my bathroom,” he said, devoid of any human emotion.
“What?” I shook my head. “No, you’re in my room.”
He pointed at the open door that adjoined our rooms. The house had more bedrooms and bathrooms than an old castle. Why the fuck did they have to give me the one attached to his?
Even Bastian would have been a better choice. He didn’t scare me as much as Damian. When I looked at Damian, I knew something was off about him. I could feel it deep in bones, my body sending off warning flares to get the fuck away from him.
I held onto my towel for dear life, approaching him with caution. “How long have you been in here?”
Damian smirked. “Long enough.”
He studied me with his usual hunter’s eyes. My skin sizzled from the heated gaze that traveled up and down my body. I hated how my stupid body responded to him.
“There’s no point in hiding from me,” he growled. “I’ve already seen every part of you.”
I flung my hand at his bedroom door. “Get out!”
He shook his head, then rose from the toilet seat. I didn’t have time to run before he lifted me on top of the vanity and moved between my thighs.
His hand slid between my breasts and up to my throat. “What were you thinking about when you made yourself cum?”
Blush dusted my cheeks, spreading down to my chest. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I saw you.” My eyes widened as his hand closed over my windpipe. “Tell me, Pet. Were you thinking about me?”
“Damian, please,” I choked out.
His face illuminated with excitement as he wrapped his long fingers around my throat and squeezed. “Or was it my brother you thought about as you fingered your tight pussy?”
Firmly holding my throat, he reached between us and ripped off my towel. His eyes lowered down my naked body, and he bit his lip so hard I thought he would draw blood.
“Damian,” I rasped. “Stop it.”
His fingers trailed up my inner thigh, slowly inching toward my throbbing core. “Are you wet for me, Pet? Huh?” He dipped his head down so our lips brushed. “Do you like it when I dominate you?”
“You’re a monster.”
A creepy smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth delicious mouth. “I’m worse than a monster.”
“Get your hands off me.” I slapped him with all of my energy, barely able to breathe with his hand around my throat. “Please, Damian. Stop fucking with me.”
Begging was not the route to go with Damian. He enjoyed it too much. So I readjusted my plan and let my body go limp in his arms. I stopped struggling and slumped against the mirror.
We stayed like this for at least a few minutes until disappointment tugged at his mouth. He had the face of an angel, attached to the body of a smoking hot demon. It wasn’t fair for someone to look like him and be so vile.
His grip loosened on my throat, then his hand fell away from my body. My gaze dipped to his hard cock, half of which poked through his boxers. He was so thick I wondered if I could get my tiny hand around him.
As if he read my mind, he grabbed my hand and slid my fingers up and down his shaft. “Is this what you want, Pet?”