Chapter 10
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“Are you okay with giving yourself to a demented soul like me?”
Those aren’t the most romantic words a girl wants to hear before sleeping with a man.
But I have to give it to Damien for his honesty.
While his question teetered on the morbid side, I wish other men would do the same.
If only my exes had said:
Are you okay with giving yourself to a man who sends nudes to his cousin?
Or …
Are you okay with me moving to college and sleeping with an entire sorority to win a bet with my frat brothers?
While Damien might’ve asked if I was okay with giving myself to him, it feels like he’s almost asking for my soul.
He’s also giving me an out. The opportunity to deny him, not take his hand and follow him into his world of darkness.
Too bad that’s exactly what I want to do.
Get to know him.
See his world.
Show him mine .
Our eye contact stays unbroken as he allows me all the time I need to respond. Not that I need much time. My body is ready to combust with need for him.
At this point, he could say he plans to chop off a limb after we have sex, and my vagina would ask, Sure, but can you make me come first?
I trace the shape of his lips with my finger before venturing them through his cheek scruff, remembering how rough it felt between my legs. In slow motion, I lower it to his hard erection and clench my thighs.
He tries to stifle a groan but can’t fully restrain it. “Is that a yes?”
Is it?
I flash a playful smile. “Maybe.”
“I need to hear you say it with one hundred percent certainty. Tell me that you’re ready for me—all of me—and I’ll fuck you so good that you’ll never regret it.”