Don't Tell (Don't 1)

“Right. We have no way of knowing if we don’t at least try.”

She held up the card. “Come on. You need a night to let loose. One night to leave the post-its and note cards and have fun with a hot guy.”

I sighed. It sounded more luxurious than a bubble bath. It also seemed impossible. There was no way I’d make it through the interview.

“Fine. But I’m just going to check the place out. And make sure you haven’t been duped into some scam.”

Brooklyn squealed. “Yes! This is going to be amazing.”

That was this morning.

It seemed like days had passed since I made the decision to walk to The Titan.

“I will not ask again.” The king’s voice was clipped.

His fingers lingered on my skin, exploring with possessive pressure.

There was something predatory in his stare. An iciness in his tone that made me shiver. But I wasn’t afraid. I was drawn to him when I should have been cautious. I was attracted to his high cheek bones and dark eyes when I should have been questioning my judgement. I was falling for the heat in his fingertips when I should have been pushing his hands away.

My eyes locked on his. “I want my fantasy,” I answered.

7

Damon

It was supposed to be her fantasy, not mine. But those words did something to me. I wanted to crush my lips against hers. Slide my hands between her thighs. Make her sweet voice moan in my ear.

I held my composure while Georgan walked to open the door.

“Good girl.” I breathed into her neck before releasing my hand. I felt her body tense.

Tonight, needed to be savored. I had rushed it with other women. Fucked them and sent them home the next morning. But, I wanted to explore every inch of her body. Admire her curves and the pinkness of her skin. Taste her. Drink bourbon off her lips.

My cock was hard, picturing her flush with sweat as I buried myself inside her. Her pillowy lips parted as she whimpered my name over and over.

“Your highness,” Georgan announced as the door opened to the private entrance.

He took Molly’s hand and she stepped from the car before I followed. I need a second to settle my cock. Tonight, was about taking my time. Enjoying her. Pleasing her. Because there wasn’t going to be another night.

The security detail led us inside. Molly glanced at me as we walked through the foyer.

“I have an elevator.”

She nodded.

The first guard pressed the button and the carriage arrived on the first floor. We stepped inside.

“Good night, sir.” They both nodded, folding their hands in front of their waists.

“Good night.”

I pressed the button to take us to the top of the palace.

I turned to Molly. Her eyes look at me with such innocence. “Your fantasy begins now.”

One hand snaked around her waist as the other cupped her chin. My lips crashed against hers with pent-up fury. The car lurched another floor. I held her tightly, slipping my tongue against hers, tasting her lips. Relishing in the heat of her mouth. She purred softly as I nipped at the corners of her mouth. My hand twisted in her hair, tilting her mouth upward, pressing the softness of her into me. As if I can be less cold. Less harsh. As if some of that sweetness I tasted on her tongue could somehow belong to me.

The elevator dinged and the doors retracted. But I couldn’t stop kissing her. I couldn’t take a step away from her. My hands roamed over her body, annoyed there were clothes in the way.