Kira’s POV
The only way to avoid Damien’s overwhelming presence was to stay away from him completely. Sitting here, pressed against him, feeling every breath he took - it was impossible not to imagine things I had no right imagining.
God, what was wrong with me?
Kennedy gave me everything. Love. Care. Attention. Amazing sex. Protection. He was perfect.
Yet here I was, my body hyperaware of another man. A man who was technically my ex-boyfriend even though we’d never actually met in person during that relationship. A man who’d manipulated situations to keep me close. A man I should be angry with, not attracted to.
But I was attracted. Terrifyingly, overwhelmingly attracted.
I was still lost in my spiraling thoughts when I felt it.
Damien’s hand - the one that had been resting on the back of the chair - dropped to my shoulder. Just his fingertips. Just the lightest touch against my bare skin.
Electricity shot through me like lightning. My entire body jolted, and my hand jerked, spilling some of my drink onto Damien’s lap.
"Oh God!" I immediately started dabbing at the wet spot on his shorts with my napkin, mortified. "I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to..."
My hand froze.
Because the wet spot wasn’t the only thing I was suddenly, painfully aware of.
Damien was hard. Very hard. And my hand was pressed directly against his hard erection.
"Kira." His voice was strained, rough in a way I’d never heard before.
I should have pulled my hand away immediately. Should have jumped up, apologized, fled to my room.
But his hand covered mine. Held it there, as he started moving it slowly.
"Damien, we can’t..." I started, my voice barely a whisper.
"Look at me." He said with a low groan.
I lifted my eyes to his face and found him staring at me with such raw, pure hunger that my breath stopped completely.
"We shouldn’t..." I tried again.
But my hand was still there. And his hand was still covering mine, painfully moving it along his shaft. And despite every logical thought screaming at me to stop, I wasn’t moving away.
The air between us felt charged, electric. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire. My heart was racing so fast I felt dizzy.
This was wrong. So wrong.
But God help me, I didn’t want to stop.
"Kira," Damien said again, his voice rough with need. "Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want to do this and I’ll let you go right now."
I opened my mouth to say it. To end this before it went any further.
But the words wouldn’t come.
Because the truth was, I did want this. Wanted him. Had wanted him since before I even knew who he really was.
And that realization - that I could want two men at the same time, that I could love Kennedy while being drawn to Damien - terrified me more than anything else.
"I can’t," I whispered. "Damien, I can’t do this. Kennedy is..."
"Not here." Damien’s other hand came up to cup my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. "Right now, it’s just you and me. No one else. Just this moment."
"That’s not fair..."
"I know." His forehead dropped to rest against mine. "I know it’s not fair. I know I’m asking too much. But Kira, I’ve wanted you since the moment you walked into my home pretending to be someone you weren’t. And now that I know who you really are, now that I don’t have to pretend I don’t see you..."
He didn’t finish. Didn’t need to.
The words hung between us, heavy with everything we couldn’t say. Everything we shouldn’t want.
"We’re in public," I managed to say, my last desperate attempt at reason.
"I know."
"People could see..."
"They won’t. It’s dark. Everyone’s focused on their own conversations." His hand tightened slightly on mine. "But if you want me to stop, just say the word. One word, Kira, and this ends right now."
I should have said it. Should have ended this before it became something I couldn’t take back.
But I didn’t.
And in my silence, Damien had his answer.
What happened next was subtle - barely visible to anyone who might glance our way. Just two people sitting close on a lounge chair, his arm around the back of her seat, her hand in his lap.
But underneath that innocent appearance, Damien had started using my hand to caress his dick harder, his other hand drawing me close as he breathed hard and groaned in pleasure.
And I was letting it happen.
Simply because some terrible, selfish part of me wanted this moment, even knowing what it would cost.
Even knowing that when it was over, I’d have to face what kind of person I’d become.
A person who could betray someone who loved her completely.
A person who wanted two men and couldn’t choose between them.
A person I didn’t recognize anymore.
But for now, in the darkness by the pool, with Damien’s ragged breathing in my ear, my hand moving up and down his dick while fighting for control not to moan out loud, I let myself have this one moment of being someone other than the good girl who always did the right thing.
Even though I knew I’d hate myself for it tomorrow.
I closed my eyes in shame as I moved my hands up the waistband of his shorts and dipped them inside, grabbing the raw pulsating shaft that seemed to instantly come alive.
Damien jerked against me, as he fought to stay still. Instead, he drew me closer in a cuddling hug, hiding the sin we were both committing.
"Let me." He whispered against my ear. And before I could ask what he meant by that, two of his fingers had found its way inside my panties, flicking my clit slowly like a torchlight.
I bucked against his hands, my entire body vibrating, but he held me in place, his fingers moving in circular motion round my clit, his actions emitting a soft moan from within me.
It felt good, so damn good that I could just let myself enjoy this. But dear God. I couldn’t do it... I just couldn’t...
Without warning, I withdrew my hand from his shorts and stood up immediately, not bothering to grab my phone or robe as I quickly ran for my dear life.