Because Daren leaned in slightly, close enough that I could feel the heat of him through the space between us, and then he said, in that exact same voice Damon used when he had me pressed into the mattress last night, “Kitten, you remember the way you moaned for him, don’t you? The way you couldn’t stop shaking under his hands?”
I gasped so loud it almost hurt my own ears. Well to be honest I actually moaned.
He smirked even wider, like my entire meltdown was entertainment, like me standing here flailing and shrieking and turning red was the best show he had seen all week
And then, because apparently my nerves hadn’t suffered enough, Daren leaned in closer still, his voice dropping so low it practically slid along my skin when he said, “Kitten, I bet you were so loud for him last night the whole house could hear, weren’t you? Bet you dug your nails in and begged him not to stop. Did you beg, kitten?”
“Fuck you! ” I screeched. “Do you have no boundaries? Do you have no sense of self —preservation? Because when he gets back and finds out you said this to me in his voice, in his actual voice, you are going to die, Daren, and I am going to watch while eating popcorn because you will deserve every second of it!”
I was already breathing too fast, my heart going completely insane, my entire brain yelling at me to walk away before I lost my mind completely, but of course Daren didn’t care about any of that. Of course he didn’t stop when a normal person would have stopped five insults ago.
Because he leaned in even closer, his eyes dark, his mouth tilted in that infuriating half—smirk, and with that exact same voice Damon used when he had me shaking last night, he said it.
“I wanna fuck you,” Daren murmured, slow and deliberate, like he was dropping a match into a field of gasoline on purpose. “ Oh, fuck, I wanna fuck you. I want to put my fingers in your pussy and pinch that fucking pink clit of yours… and watch you squirt all over my fucking face.”
I swear my entire soul left my body. I froze. Absolutely froze. My wolf froze. My mouth opened but nothing came out.
“That’s it, kitten,” he murmured in that same low voice, the one that sounded so much like Damon’s it made my whole head spin. “Good girl.”
“Stop calling me that!” I snapped, except it came out too shaky, way too breathless, and the smirk on Daren’s face told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. He could see it all over me, the way my hands were trembling, the way my chest was rising too fast like I couldn’t get enough air.
“Fuck, I know you’re wet,” he said softly, taking another step closer with that calm, lazy arrogance that made my stomach twist into a hundred knots.
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