CHAPTER EIGHT
Damian’s fingertips came in contact with Lily’s lips and she jumped the moment he touched her. The simple action sent a lightning bolt of want and heat coursing through her entire body. The ache between her thighs increased as the tingling in her lips spread to her tongue.
Without a word, Damian leaned down and pressed a feather light kiss to Lily’s mouth. He didn’t claim her mouth with the furious, demanding strikes of his tongue like the first time. His teeth didn’t tug and bite on her bottom lip like before, either.
No, he just … kissed her.
Soft and sweet.
Gentle and quick.
When he pulled away, Lily’s tongue darted out to draw the taste of him into her mouth again.
Damian’s eyes darkened. “Every time you do that, lick your fucking lips, it makes me want to give you something to taste, Lily.”
She knew better than to poke at a monster when he was showing himself, but Lily couldn’t help it. “Does it?”
“Mmm, and I bet you would like that, too.”
Lily shuddered. From the tips of her toes in her pumps all the way up to her goddamn shoulders, she felt the promise lacing his words crawl over her skin and body with damning intent.
Damian stepped back from Lily and offered her his hand. “Get down from there and I will get you home so you can change out of that dress. You’ve probably got wine stains all over your skin, now.”
Her mind went to the dirtiest place possible. A place where his tongue, mouth, and lips cleaned all those wine stains off. Damian wasn’t even trying and already Lily was second-guessing what she thought she wanted.
Would a marriage with this sexy, dangerous man be such a bad thing? If he wanted her and would treat her like she mattered to him, what more could she want? Lily hadn’t been given much of a choice regarding who Dino picked for her to marry, but she was starting to think if he had, Damian might have made the top of her list.
Lily slid off the counter and fixed her dress just in time. The bathroom door swung open to expose a frowning Evelina.
“There you are,” her friend said.
Evelina didn’t act like the close proximity between Lily and Damian was anything unusual. She barely gave Lily’s obviously mussed hair, wrinkled dress, and smeared lipstick a once-over as she stepped inside the bathroom and let the door close.
“I wanted to see if you would like some company tonight,” Evelina said to Lily. “You know, bitch about your in-laws with someone or whatever.”
Damian snorted. “Careful, Serena’s ears burn when you talk about her.”
Evelina shrugged. “I hope they fucking fall off. She was awful today.”
“I don’t care about that woman,” Lily said.
She meant it, too.
“She was awful,” Damian agreed. “I’m sure if Laurent doesn’t put her in line, Terrance will. Serena knows her place, even if she didn’t act like it today.”
“Someone ought to take her damn wine away,” Evelina muttered, shooting Lily an apologetic look.
“Hard to believe you’re related to her,” Lily said to her friend.
“Damian is, too.”
“Imagine, Tommas, Lea, and Cara came from her,” Damian added.
That had to be fucking impossible. Those three were nothing like their mother. Actually, they were nothing like their father, either. Well, what Lily knew of the Rossi twins. It wasn’t a lot, but she doubted they were as awful as their mother. Especially if Damian talked about them with fondness.
“Anyway, when I noticed Damian’s car was still in the parking lot, I came looking for you.” Evelina smiled brightly. “I couldn’t help but follow the blood drops this way. Found you in here … together.”
Yeah, there it was.
Lily had the distinct feeling her friend wouldn’t leave her alone if she didn’t invite Evelina over for the night.
“I cleaned his cut.”
Evelina winked. “Sure. So, tonight?”
“Yeah, all right,” Lily said. “Damian’s going to take me home and then we can do whatever.”
“Sounds like a pl—”
Evelina’s words cut off as echoing pops followed the sound of shattering glass and screams. So many screams. Ice slipped through Lily’s veins, freezing her on the spot. Suddenly, her heart felt like it was hammering out of her chest and her lungs wouldn’t expand to bring in the air she needed to breathe.
Something was so wrong.
Lily’s mind screamed it.
She knew that sound. That pop, pop, pop.
Gunshots. Repeated and fast.
More screams followed.
Evelina reached for the bathroom door to open it and the moment she did, the sound of squealing tires screeched in the background of volcanic noise and panic out on the restaurant floor. Lily tried to step forward but Damian’s hand fisting into the back of her dress rooted her in place. Fear saturated her from the inside out.
“Don’t move,” she heard Damian order.
But …
Lily wanted to argue. Her friend was already running out of the bathroom back in the direction of her family and friends. Lily understood why Damian wouldn’t release his hold. Inside the bathroom, they were safe for now.
“Eve!” Lily yelled.
She finally snapped out of her shocked reverie. Jerking hard enough for Damian’s grip on her dress to slip, Lily fled the bathroom on Evelina’s heels. Damian’s shout behind her was a distant warning she barely heard.
“Lily!”
People moved in all directions outside of the bathroom. Patrons, in their panicked state, rushed for the exits of the restaurant as fast as they could move. Servers shouted for calm while others demanded someone get on the phone for emergency services. A distinct Chicago breeze, one that was felt even in the summer throughout the city, blew through the building. It was too much for it to be coming from the doors opening for the fleeing patrons.
So wrong.
She could feel it in her heart.
Lily moved as if she’d been placed in a bubble—a daze. Evelina was maybe a few steps ahead of her, but she could practically feel the fear radiating off her friend in thick waves.
“Lily, wait,” Damian said from somewhere behind her.
She didn’t stop.
Lily rounded the partition that separated the main floor from the private one where they had dined earlier. The breeze from the outside was stronger the closer she came. Lily’s gaze swept the carnage and confusion. People moved, people she recognized and knew, but she couldn’t discern what was truly happening in front of her. The large wall-to-wall windows were broken, the shards of glass scattered all over the floor and long table. Gaudy, terrible, morbid red stained the white table cloths and splattered up the wall.
Someone was screaming again.
Someone else was gasping a gurgling, terrible sound. Like they couldn’t breathe or speak. Like they were choking on something as words fought their way out.
Evelina was so close Lily could reach out and touch her.
“Jesus,” Lily whispered.
“Call nine-one-one!” Tommas shouted.
“Who the fuck was it?”
“White car, I think.”
“You fucking think?”
“Definitely white!”
“Dark windows. Too dark,” Tommas spat. “Shit, it’s not stopping. I can’t get it to stop.”
“Mia? Mia … baby …”
The gurgling continued, but it was becoming faint.
“No, breathe!”
Where was Tommas? He was talking but she couldn’t see him. Lily tried to discern the voices and the people, but the haze just wouldn’t clear no matter how many times she tried to blink it away.
“Lily …”
She felt the arms of Damian wrap around her waist and pull her back. She fought against his hold, seeing Evelina crumple into a heap of limbs and tears on the floor. Lily needed to help her friend—she had to.
“Let me go!” Lily cried. “Let me go, please!”
Damian kept pulling her backward. Lily fought harder.
“Move, move, move!” Ben DeLuca shouted. “Out, Boss. Now.”
Lily watched as her uncle pushed a stunned looking Terrance from the space. They brushed past Lily and Damian without so much as a single glance backwards at the devastation and pain they were leaving behind.
Protect the boss.
Always.
Lily felt sick.
She wasn’t the only one, apparently. Serena Rossi vomited in a corner while her husband backed against a wall, pawing at a bleeding wound on his shoulder.
“Through and through,” she watched him mutter to himself.
Joel Trentini was the second to leave the space, following behind his grandfather and Ben quickly.
Shock was a terrible place to be.
It ate away at everything. It debilitated worse than even fear did. At least with fear a person had a chance to fight or flee. With shock, there was nothing … just stillness, slowed reaction, and total uncertainty.
“We have to go,” Damian said in Lily’s ear.
She couldn’t let him drag her out of there, no matter how much her instincts screamed for her to leave. Her friends were inside that restaurant. Evelina was still a crying mess on the floor begging through sobs that Lily couldn’t understand.
“Please,” Lily begged, jerking against Damian’s hold. He was relentless in his intent to get her away. No matter how hard she struggled, he didn’t let go. “Damian, please!”
Lily blinked again and the haze began to clear. Under the table on the other side, where one of the table cloths had been ripped down, lay a body prone and bleeding. The one side of the person’s face was unrecognizable. Blood pooled in a dark puddle of red around the person’s head, staining the beige carpeting.
Tommas palmed the person’s face, tilting their head back as he shouted again for them to breathe. Riley Conti sat on the floor, his face in his hands and his shoulders shaking. Lily started to glance around at the faces, taking inventory, realizing who was still there, talking, crying … breathing and alive.
“Mia …”
“Mom,” Adriano said hoarsely.
Adriano’s voice came out croaking and aching. The young man’s body shook as tears spilled. He fell alongside his mother’s body, pushing Tommas aside and took over chest compressions.
“Lily, we have to go,” Damian said.
Her throat was tight, choking her silent. At her sides, Lily’s hands balled into fists until her fingernails cut into the palms of her hands and pain bit through her skin. She stopped fighting. Damian was warm, strong, and comforting. His arms felt safer and the further he took her from the screams and the blood, the better her chest felt. She let him drag her out and away from … that.
She didn’t want this.
Lily had never wanted this.
No matter how hard she tried, Lily couldn’t stop the shakes rocking her hands in her lap. Damian cut the engine on the car, blanketing the driveway to her brother’s home in darkness again. He watched her warily from the driver’s seat as she shook her hands and tried to get the dirty feeling off her skin.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Damian asked.
“No.”
That, she was most sure of.
“You were a guest at the restaurant, specifically of Terrance’s, so you should be aware—”
“I might be questioned,” Lily interrupted.
“Yes.”
She shrugged. What fucking difference did it make?
“I don’t know anything.”
“Stick to that,” Damian said quietly.
“Eve …” Lily wet her lips, feeling the dryness in her mouth. “What about Eve?”
Damian sighed. “Let’s go inside. You should lay down or something. It’ll give you time to think.”
Lily didn’t have the strength or desire to argue. A part of her wanted to demand he take her to Evelina so her friend had some form of comfort. Another part of her screamed to find her bed, hide in the blankets, and sleep the rest of this horrible, unbelievable day away.
“Okay,” Lily agreed quietly.
Damian got out of the car, walked around the front, and then helped Lily out like the gentleman he was. The man didn’t act like anything had happened just less than an hour before. He didn’t act like a woman was gunned down and had they stayed in that dining room, they might have been dead, too.
The front door was locked. Lily’s hands trembled too much for her to unlock it. Damian took the keys and opened the door, exposing the silent home within. Not a light was turned on. Lily thought that was odd considering Dino’s car was outside.
Hadn’t Damian said Dino was working somewhere?
And …
“Hey, look at me,” Damian said, his tone firm but gentle.
Lily glanced up at him cautiously, feeling unsettled and sick in her heart. “Yeah?”
“Do you want me to stay for a little while until you’re settled?”
Did she?
Lily didn’t know what she wanted except for this day to be over. “Who did it?”
Damian’s expression didn’t change as he said, “Someone with a goal, I guess.”
“But Mia isn’t … someone important, right?”
“Maybe they weren’t aiming for Mia, Lily. Besides, killing anyone at that dinner would have caused a stir given who they were married to or children of.”
“Oh,” she mouthed silently.
Damian’s hand found her wrist, his fingers locking around her hand tight before he squeezed just enough to make Lily feel like she had some form of solid ground to steady her.
“Stay,” she said.
“Sure, sweetheart.”
Lily walked through the quiet, dark foyer. She kicked off her heels, barely registering the ache in the soles of her feet as the coolness of the floor met her toes. The lingering daze still edging around her senses was a bitch to kill. It just wouldn’t go away. Damian followed behind in his usual quiet state, but she didn’t mind.
As she rounded the bottom of the stairs, Lily’s walk came to an abrupt stop. A light flicked off to the right, drawing in her gaze. The downstairs bathroom door opened and Dino walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist and another in his hands. He didn’t seem to notice his sister and Damian standing there as he ran the towel through his short hair with one hand while looking at the screen of his cell phone in his other. Then he hung the towel around his neck, padded further out of the bathroom, and kept looking at his phone.
“Dino,” Lily said, still confused about the darkness of the house and her brother’s presence.
Christ.
She wasn’t sure about anything.
Dino should know, though.
“Dino,” Lily said again, louder the second time.
Her brother finally looked up from his phone. “You’re back early.”
“Someone said you were working,” Lily said.
“Got the job done early.” Dino gave Damian a nod. “Thanks for the message.”
Damian didn’t say a thing.
Lily was confused. “What message?”
“I let him know I was bringing you home,” Damian explained.
Oh.
“Something happened,” Dino said, gracing his phone with all of his attention again. He didn’t seemed surprised or bothered at all. Why wasn’t he panicked? Why wasn’t he demanding answers and wondering what happened? “My messages are going crazy, nothing makes a lot of sense.”
“Mia was shot,” Lily said, feeling distant all over again.
“Killed,” Damian added lower.
Dino’s left brow arched high as he regarded his sister again. “When did you get the call?”
Damian shook his head. “We didn’t.”
“Didn’t?”
“We were there,” Lily whispered.
A brief flicker of concern crossed Dino’s features before it disappeared and the blankness returned. “Damian?”
The one word was laced with something Lily couldn’t decipher. It sounded a hell of a lot like a threat tangled in with a million and one warnings. Why would Dino look to Damian for an answer on that? Her brother damn well knew they had been at the dinner.
“Serena had a spell,” Damian said drily.
Dino still didn’t look all too pleased. “Oh?”
“Got me in the face this time.”
“I can see that. Shit, with what?”
“Wine glass,” Damian muttered. “We were in the bathroom cleaning up the mess when the show went down.”
“Lucky,” Dino murmured.
“You could say that.”
Lily’s mind went back to Eve. As Damian and Dino discussed the shooting in vague, clipped sentences, Lily pulled her phone out of her clutch and tried to call Eve. She dialed her friend’s number over and over but it went straight to voicemail each time.
“Who are you calling?” Dino asked.
“Eve,” Lily replied, turning her back to her brother and trying again.
“She won’t pick up.”
Lily didn’t care. She needed Evelina to know someone was there to talk to when, or if, she was ready. Lily wished now she hadn’t let Damian force her from the restaurant until her friend had been calmed or at least, given some sense of support.
“Lily, stop,” Dino demanded. “She isn’t going to pick up. She’s probably at the hospital being questioned by police. This shit happens. Wait a couple of—”
Spinning fast on her heel, Lily faced her brother. “This shit happens?”
Dino shrugged, looking so blasé and unruffled it made Lily sick. “It’s too bad Mia ended up being caught in the crossfire, but there’s nothing that can be done. Obviously someone is out to prove a point with someone else in the Outfit, it’s just a matter of time until their meaning is clear. This isn’t the first time an innocent’s been killed. Right now we have to focus on keeping what is important safe. I thought someone already understood that.”
Damian scoffed. “She was safe, man.”
Whatever little silent exchange passed between the two men only pissed Lily off more. Dino stood there entirely unaffected by the fact someone had lost their life because they were doing nothing except sitting at a table with connected men. Lily couldn’t breathe. All over again, her shock, anger, and panic seemed to swallow her whole and drown her under the weight.
“Dino, someone died today. Died.”
“I realize that.”
“My friend’s mother!”
Dino sighed and gave his phone another glance. “I don’t have time for this, Lily. You’ll have to deal with this at your own speed because I don’t have the patience to sit down and explain it all to you.”
What in the fuck was there to explain?
“This is why, Dino!” Lily yelled.
“I beg your pardon?”
“This right here.” Lily waved between them, so frustrated her voice pitched high. “This is why we’re not close anymore. You keep asking and you want to know, well here it is. Because you’re just like them, you don’t give a damn about anything or anyone. You’re so fucking cold it burns.”
Dino laughed a hollow, dull chuckle. “That’s really what you think?”
“No, I’m sure of it,” she spat.
“Lily,” Damian said, his tone darkening in warning. “Think about what you’re saying right now. It’s shameful and you know it.”
Oh, well.
The truth hurt.
“No,” Dino murmured with a shrug. “Let her think what she wants, Ghost. Someday, she might actually understand.”
“I think I already do,” Lily said with a flick of her wrist at her brother. She grabbed Damian’s arm and tugged firmly on his coat. “I don’t want to be here. I want to go somewhere else, anywhere but … here.”
Damian passed Dino a questioning stare.
“Whatever,” Dino said. “She’s your responsibility. Keep her out of trouble and—”
“I do just fine on my own, thank you,” Lily cut in fiercely. “And I am not his child to be tended.”
“Again, I don’t have the time,” Dino replied, not even gracing Lily with his attention. “Damian, I will spill blood. You’re aware without me needing to explain it all again.”
Damian nodded. “Yeah, I got it.”
Damian’s apartment was quiet and dark as he closed the door behind Lily but it felt a heck of a lot safer and comforting than her brother’s. Lily dialed Evelina’s cell number and held the phone to her ear, willing her friend to pick up.
Instantly, the call went to voicemail.
“Hey, you’ve reached Eve. Leave me a mess—”
“Goddamn it, stop,” Damian barked.
He grabbed at the phone in Lily’s hand before it went flying across the room and straight into the wall. It snapped into three or four pieces on impact and left a sizeable dent in the paint and plaster.
“Damian!” Lily hissed.
“Stop right now.” Damian leveled a glare on Lily that pinned her in place and took her breath away. “She is not answering because she can’t, Lily.”
“But—”
“Nothing. She can’t.”
Lily hid her trembling hands by tucking them together and folding her arms over her chest. “That was my phone.”
Damian’s stance softened. “I’m sorry. I’ll buy you a new one tomorrow.”
“That’s not the point, Damian.”
“I know.” He sighed and raked his fingers through his hair. The strands fell over his eyes, hiding his feelings from Lily’s scrutiny. “But you can’t do this, okay. Calling her over and over does nothing but hurt you, trust me. When she can, she will see you called. That’s enough for now.”
“I should have stayed.”
“I didn’t give you a choice,” Damian said quietly. “And better you didn’t.”
“But who was there for her?”
“Adriano, her father, and Abriella. Tommas and the rest of my family didn’t leave. The Conti family will be there at the hospital or whatever. We have to stay away and hope the official side of things blows past us.”
“That’s not fair at all.”
Damian’s mouth drew thin. “That’s how it has to go. I’m sorry.”
Lily sighed shakily, wishing she could take the situation in better like Damian was. He didn’t appear to be totally unaffected like Dino, but he was calm. That was more than Lily could say for how she felt inside. Her heart was a thunderstorm out of control and her mind was the hurricane ready to ravage through what was left.
“I should have stayed,” she repeated.
“Hey, hey,” Damian murmured, stepping closer. His hands found her jaw with the lightest touch as he tilted her head up to stare at her with worry creasing his brow. “First thing tomorrow morning I will take you wherever you want to go or to wherever Evelina is. I promise. You can be her shoulder to cry on and believe me, she will absolutely understand why you couldn’t stay at the restaurant. She was probably too upset to know most of what was happening around her, anyway. She’s going to need someone when she wakes up—be that someone when you’re capable and ready.”
Lily sniffled. “Okay.”
“Come on, Lily. Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Cry.”
She made a face. “I’m not crying.”
“You’re thinking about it. Even your eyes are watery. Don’t cry or I’ll be forced to do whatever you need to make you stop. I don’t like women crying. I don’t do well with tears. Please don’t put me through that nonsense.”
Lily laughed bleakly. “I think that was the most selfishly sweet thing I’ve ever heard someone say. You’ll do whatever I need to make me stop just so you can feel better.”
Damian shrugged one shoulder. “Yeah, well, that’s me. Just don’t.”
“I’m not a crier. It’s just been a really shitty day, that’s all. I’m still processing.”
“Good. I don’t think I’d manage with a woman who makes a scene at every little thing.”
Lily wet her lips, forcing back the lingering emotions. “No, you seem to like the shadows, huh?”
“Very.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because my raising taught me it was better to be invisible and men like me don’t work well out in the open.”
“And what kind of man are you, Damian?”
“Not a particularly good one, sweetheart.”
He’d been good to her so far, even when she had acted rude or nasty to him. Sure, there were still a lot of questions hanging in the air between them and the arrangement for the marriage, but Damian didn’t once treat Lily like she was anything less than a woman who deserved his respect and care.
“And I like being this way,” Damian added quieter. “On my own time, doing my thing. I get to choose where I’m going from here but at the moment, and probably for a long while, I’m going to stay just as I am because I’m good at it and I enjoy it.”
Lily considered his words for a brief moment. She liked that he didn’t have a desire to be front row and center like everyone else seemed to want. He was content in his place, even if Lily didn’t like what his statements about his profession implied.
“Why did you join the Outfit?” she asked, honestly curious.
“I didn’t know anything else and I didn’t really want to. It was the only family I ever trusted enough to want to protect.”
His frank, straightforward answer took her by surprise.
“Do you still protect it?”
Damian smiled. “The most important parts. The parts I think should be kept.”
Lily didn’t respond because she really didn’t know how to. Damian tugged off his suit jacket and loosened his tie before kicking off his shoes. When Lily still didn’t make an effort to remove her own heels, Damian bent down, lifted her right foot and slid off the stiletto. His fingers ghosted along the arch of her foot before he dropped it back to the floor and repeated the motions with her left side.
Instead of standing when he was done, Damian stayed down on his one knee as the warmth of his hands skimmed over her calves. His touch traveled higher until his palms rested along the back of her thighs and the tips of his fingers pressed into the hyperaware skin under her dress. Desire swept over her senses like a tidal wave, dragging her under the current quickly. She didn’t think it was a devastating feeling but instead, heady and lovely.
“It’s been a long day,” Lily said.
“It has.”
“I suppose I should thank you for taking care of me today.”
Damian’s lips curved into a sinful smirk and his blue eyes glimmered with wickedness. “I didn’t mind.”
“And that kiss was … nice,” Lily said. “Before the whole killing thing, you know.”
“So you said.”
“I’d like to do that again. With you, soon.”
“Now?” he asked. “Because here, I’m not liable to stop at kissing your mouth, Lily.”
Lily laughed, feeling so off-kilter it wasn’t even funny. “Aren’t you supposed to protect my honor or something until the wedding?”
“That was not discussed and you’re old enough to make that decision. Not that I think something physical would be bad between us—I told you I wanted that, anyway. What was discussed, was that the marriage would happen, regardless of how it came about so long as it did.”
“You’re not such a bad pick,” Lily admitted.
“Besides, I don’t think your brother is so stupid that he dumbly believes you are some kind of angel, Lily. And neither do I.”
She laughed. “I’m certainly not one of those.”
“We don’t have to be strangers.”
“So you said,” she replied, throwing his words back at him.
“All you have to do is trust me,” Damian said, a huskiness deepening his tone.
“Your motives are not clear.”
“They don’t have to be.”
“But I’d like them to be,” she replied with a sad smile.
“My intentions are thoroughly wrapped up in you as of now, tomorrow, and beyond. That’s all you need to know, sweetheart.”
Lily sighed as Damian’s hands skimmed higher under her dress to find her backside. The pads of his fingers slipped under the lace of her panties and swept along the flesh of her ass where the curve of her backside melded into her thighs. She couldn’t help but give into the feeling of his hands touching her. It took away the anxiety still lingering in her chest and the horrible visions playing on repeat in her mind.
She didn’t want to think about those things, so she focused on the sensation coursing through her body instead.
“Black lace, hmm?” Damian asked while he wrapped his fingers into her panties and began to tug them down.
Lily played coy. “Someone said you had a fondness for that.”
“I do. And your skin is just light enough to make it look damn fucking good.”
She stepped out of her panties when he drew them down around her ankles. His fingers skipped back up her calf and straight under her dress before she’d blinked. Without warning he stroked her bare sex.
“Waxed,” he noted.
“Completely,” Lily agreed.
“Damn. Christ, you’re soft like silk. I bet you’re like wet satin inside, sweetheart.” Damian’s knuckles grazed the sensitive folds of her sex before two of his fingers swept them. He parted the lips of her pussy and stroked her soaked slit with one finger while his thumb edged around the hood of her clit just close enough to make her whine. “I’ll always give you what you need as long as you use that mouth of yours, Lily. And right now, I want to hear all the sounds you make while you’re being thoroughly fucked and worked. When you’re screaming my name, make sure the neighbors hear it. I want to hear what I do to you.”
Damian’s words were practically growled against her thigh. They only served to get her wetter than ever. Her sex clenched every time his finger came in contact with her entrance.
“I especially want to hear you begging, demanding, and needing,” Damian said, his tongue striking out to taste her skin. Something beautiful twisted in her stomach and shot straight down to her pussy. “Because as long as you’re willing, I’ll make sure you’re good and fucking pleased come morning. You’ll never want to leave my bed again. I might not own you yet, but you’ll sure as hell want me to.”
“Oh, my God.” Lily swallowed the moan building in her chest. His light touches made every inch of her burn in the best way. His promises, filled with sex and sin, only added to her lust. “Stop teasing me.”
“Wider,” Damian demanded. “Let me see what you’re hiding under this dress, Lily. Show me that pussy of yours and how wet it is. I want to see how pink and soaked you are for me. I should have told you this that night I saw you dancing in the club with that man, but now seems a good time, too.”
Lily widened her stance as she asked, “What is that?”
“You’re mine.”