Damon's POV

I was fucking hard. Hard as stone. It was uncomfortable for me to sit still as I watched Clarissa purposefully walk around in a bikini in front of me.

She knew what she was doing. She knew that she was taunting me, and she was fucking enjoying it.

The second I got her alone in her room tonight, I would pounce on her like a man starved for food. And she would be my only fucking meal.

Her body would be mine tonight.

I still couldn’t believe makeup was that good at hiding her tattoo. It still bothered me whenever I couldn’t see it. I wanted her to be able to wear it proudly wherever she went. But that would mean other men would have a clear view of her ass, and I didn’t want that. I was conflicted. I didn’t know what I actually wanted.

My eyes narrow when she intentionally drops a cup onto the ground. She winks at me, fucking winks at me.

She wouldn’t fucking dare do what I thought she was going to do.

My hands tightened on the glass as I watched her bend down to pick it up. She lingers on the ground, still bent over, and I almost completely lose my mind when she touches her b.reast right there in front of everyone. I slam my fists onto the table to bring all attention to me, making sure that no one sees the show she is giving to me.

The wine bottle next to me fl!ps and spills all over us.

“What the fvck, Damon!” Dante growls. “Why the hell did you just do that?”

I ignore him, Clarissa is already walking out of the room, and I mutter a few silent curses.

Why was she so good at teasing me? I couldn’t stand up right away. If I did, it would be clear how aroused I was. The pants I wore weren’t enough to hide my need for her.

And so, I sat down with my hard d!ck and continued to play cards with my brothers. Still, I couldn’t get her out of my head. Every time someone walked into the room, I kept hoping that it was her. She had me wrapped around her tiny little finger.

“Damon is usually good at this game, yet he’s losing more than anyone else,” Griffin notes. “Why are you so distracted?”

“I’m just bored.” I lie.

“Everything is too peaceful for him.” Atticus points out. “He needs to have some chaos in his life for him to have some fun.”

I glare at him. “Let’s play again; I know how to shut you up.”

However, soon after, Clarissa walks right back into the room, distracting me yet again. Was she purposefully making me lose? Did she make some kind of deal with Autumn? Why the hell was she doing this to me?

I breathed a sigh of relief when she finally returned and took a seat right next to me. She was doing everything to make this difficult for me. I didn’t mind as long as she stayed close to me.

“I’m going for a swim,” Griffin says, removing his shirt. “After this fool spilled wine over us, we all should.”

“I agree,” Dante says as he joins him in removing his shirt.

Atticus grabs the wine bottle and throws Autumn over his shoulder.

I was happy when they all got up and left, allowing me to be alone with Clarissa again. Everyone was too busy having fun to be concerned about the two of us.

She attempts to go with them, but I grab her waist and pull her over me.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I growl against her ear.

She gasps as she feels my arousal beneath her tiny body. “You did this. You teased me and awoke this part of me. You don’t get to leave just like that.”

“Damon.” She gasps. “Anyone can walk in and see us.”

I knew it was true, I understood how risky this was, but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to care anymore. My fear of someone finding out about us has kept me from doing things that made me happy; I wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.

“Damon.” She tries to push me away. “Someone could see us.”

I ignore her as I bury my mouth in her neck. She smelled fucking fantastic, as always.

I use my hands on her hips to grind her against my dick.

I groan at how good it feels to have her on top of me. Clarissa moaned when I gently bit her earlobe.

I wanted to sink my dick inside her pussy, but I knew I had to wait. I couldn’t rush this. I had to make sure Clarissa was ready for me. I wanted to make this as memorable and pleasurable for her as possible. She deserved only the best, and I was prepared to give it to her.

I growl when she sticks her hand into my pants and gently rubs my aching dick. The damn thing jumped at her soft touch. It was the first time she touched me there and fk me; it was almost too much for me to take.

“You want me.” She whimpers.

“I want you,” I repeat.

“Then take me.” She begs. “I’m yours. It’s so easy to get it inside me. I’m wet and achy for you, Damon. Put it inside me.”

Her sweet cries were enough to make me bend her over and slip it inside, but I knew I had to have control. I couldn’t let it get to my head. I had to think about her first.

“You’re not ready yet,” I whisper. “Be patient.”

She grabs my hand and pushes it into her bikini bottoms.

I freeze.

“Fuck.”

I’ve been avoiding touching her there because I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself the moment that I did. It was much softer than I imagined it to be.

She pushed my hand lower, and all thoughts flew out of my head when I touched her opening. It was dripping wet, and she hadn’t even touched the beach yet for the day.

Where the hell was I supposed to get the strength to resist this?

She rubbed her pussy against my hand, and I could feel her juices spilling all over me. If she kept this up, I would blow in my fucking pants.

“Clarissa,” I growl. “Stop. Now.”

“No.” She cries out as her orgasm nears. I knew it was near; I could tell by her faster breaths and how she thrashed against me. “I want this. I want you.”

I wanted her.

Damn it.

I was dying to be inside of her.

But it couldn’t happen now, not here. I wouldn’t let it happen.

I force my hands out of her bikini and lift her off me. “Not yet,” I repeat.

Her eyes flashed with annoyance, and I couldn’t stop myself as I pushed a finger into my mouth and tasted her.

I close my eyes as her taste fills my mouth.

Fcck!