I’m not ready for the moment her lips wrap around my dick. It’s as if fireworks are taking flight behind my eyelids because all I see are sparks.

She works me like a fucking pro. Back and forth, taking me deeper with every suck and teasing me with the tip of her tongue with every pull. When she finally takes me into her throat, I see the edge of euphoria teasing me.

It’s at that very second, Cassian’s gaze falters, as it lands on me and Nesrin. He watches with a grin, shaking his head when he realizes my hips are thrusting toward Nesrin’s mouth.

I fuck her faster, as I feel my balls draw up, and my fingers tangle in her hair, holding her steady. Her movements are nothing short of expert level, as the alcohol and music take hold, spinning us in the darkness. My desire burns hot and electric for her.

I glance down and smile at her, tipping my drink, as I take a gulp. She blinks a few times, as her lips slide down my shaft and the vision of her taking me like this is too much; I can’t stop the feral growl from vibrating through my chest, as I empty my seed down her throat.

Moments later, I watch her wipe those swollen lips. She rises slowly, before I mouth, your turn next.

“You’re an asshole,” Nesrin tells me, “I’m not a fucking toy you can use when you need release.” Her biting tone belies the way her pupils are dilated, and her lips are wet and inviting.

“No, you’re not,” I agree. “But I needed to make sure everyone knows who you belong to.” Even though I expect her to tell me she’s not a possession, I’m shocked when she doesn’t say anything. Instead, she smiles and laces her fingers with my outstretched hand. I lean in to plant a kiss on her lips. “Now I’m going to take you home and make you come on my face until you’re seeing God in Heaven.”

And I always make good on my promises.

24

Nesrin

I’m being dragged through the crowd. It feels like everyone is watching me. As if they know what I just did, but they couldn’t. We were hidden behind the trees. By the time we reach the car, Damien stills, and I stumble into his back.

“What the hell are you doing?” I bite out in frustration. I didn’t expect him to be the cuddling type, but he seems angry. As if what just happened was a mistake. And if he feels that way, perhaps I should just leave. I wanted my answer about what is going on between us, and now, I have it. He’s not interested. Which hurts, but I’d rather know now than to fall in love with him and then deal with this bullshit.

I’m still reeling from the taste of him—saltiness mixed with him, just a masculinity that’s slowly seeping through me. I shiver at the thought and bite my lip to keep from giggling. I think that punch was stronger than I anticipated.

He opens the door, gesturing for me to get inside, but I’m not obeying him like one of his groupies. Folding my arms across my chest, I arch a brow, looking directly into those luminous blue eyes.

“Get in the fucking car, Nesrin,” Damien bites out through gritted teeth. He’s apprehensive. Surely, he should be calmer since he’s just come in my mouth. But he seems even more anxious than before.

“Why? I’m not one of your—”

He shuts me up with a kiss. His lips mold to mine, searing every inch of me, with a swipe of his tongue. He doesn’t touch me, he doesn’t press his body against mine, he merely consumes every thought I have with a single touch of his mouth to mine.

Our tongues dance against each other, the flavor of the alcohol mingles between us, and I can’t stop myself from lacing my hands around his neck. My fingers tangle in his jet-black hair, and I tug the strands, earning me a growl that has my thighs squeezing together.

When he finally breaks the kiss, I’m breathless and still angry at him. But then he lifts his gaze, locks it on mine and smirks.

“If you don’t get in the car, I’m going to go back to the party, and I’m going to have Brittany, or any of those other groupies spread their legs for me. And you know what will happen then? I’m going to enjoy fucking the frustration of not being able to have you, out on them.”

My mouth falls open in shock, and my hand has a mind of its own when I lift it, slapping Damien across the face. He stumbles backward, and I make my escape. Anger surges through me, which has my feet racing from the party.

I can hear him call for me, but I ignore it. I know he’ll follow. The darkness swallows me, and I blink back the tears. The salty emotion is streaming down my cheeks, and I taste the flavor of my sadness. But I don’t know why I’m sad. I knew Damien wasn’t mine. I should’ve expected him to want other girls.

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