Made in Vengeance

CATALINA

By the time I woke,dusk was approaching, the pink and orange sky visible through the window.

I was alone in bed.

I sat up and touched the spot where Damien had been.

He hadn’t left all that long ago. The spot was still warm.

A rustling noise drew my attention to the bathroom, and I turned to it just as the bathroom door opened and Damien walked out, his hair wet from a recent shower and only a white towel slung low on his hips.

I licked my lips as I took in his large frame. From all the scars on his body that didn’t look too harsh now to the tattoos scattered around. He turned his body slightly, keeping his eyes on me.

My eyes moved down to the Grim Reaper tattoo on the side of his arm.

I swallowed, but it felt like there was something lodged in my throat.

I forgot how beautiful he was.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Damien said, his voice gruff.

My eyes flew up to his, and I blushed a little at the look in his eyes. He unwrapped the towel around himself. My eyes widened at the huge semi-erect cock hanging between his legs as he turned and rummaged through the drawers.

I took in his tight backside.

His body had often reminded me of an imperfect Michelangelo sculpture.

So perfect, yet not at all.

Ropes of hard muscles moved from his broad back to his powerful thighs every time he flexed. The smiling tiger on his back looked at me.

He turned so suddenly that I didn’t have time to pretend I wasn’t looking. My eyes stayed on his cock. He twitched a little, and I gasped.

Damien laughed, kneeling on the bed and moving in closer to me. His face was so close now that my hand itched with the need to touch him, so that was what I did.

I moved my hand up and cupped his cheek, rubbing my palm against his beard, reveling in the fact that I now had the privilege of touching him like this.

“Soft,” I mumbled.

He turned sideways and took my finger between his teeth before sucking on it.

I felt that all the way down to my center.

His dark eyes burned through me as he continued to suck on it, then he let me go with a pop of his lips.

“Be good tonight, pet, and I’ll give you a reward.”

Reward?

Like the cake back at Petrov’s house, or something … else?

He laughed and pushed himself off the bed.

“Come on, get dressed. Nikolay bought you more clothes. They’re in the closet. Wear what you want, as long as you’re comfortable.”

He grabbed my hands and pulled me off the bed.

I stood on shaky legs, and he held me up. Turning me toward the bathroom, he slapped my bum playfully. “Go.”