NINETEEN

SELENA

My hands felt weird from holding his wet collar but I didn't drop my hold. As I stared into his eyes some more, I began to feel the gentle yet burning air that escaped his nostrils.

That little emission caressed my skin the best way it could, the same way his wet chest couldn't help but stay glued to my body.

"What?" I heard him ask in response to the statement I dared to utter. I was about to pull his collar tighter to ensure that his attention was firmly on me when he found a way out of my hold and pushed me away while my feet stumbled one or two steps backward.

"You heard me." My jaws were clenched at that point as I watched disapproval perch on his fine face which I find myself staring at in awe from time to time. "I want us to be fuck buddies."

"Why? What sort of ridiculous suggestion is that? How can you be so reckless with such words?"

My lips almost curled into a smile. There was something about Damon Jones questioning my words that just drove me insane. Each time he dared request why I do certain things, I just feel this exciting rush that contradicts the stone look on my face.

Ever since we met in my office at TIANOR, the man managed to make me feel things I have never felt in my life within few days.

His entry caused me to feel excitement, anger, passion, and a growing need for his masculine touch. My endless sexual fantasies are a part of the list. Yes, it is insane, but, finally meeting him after I have only observed him from afar caused so much to change within a short time.

"You heard me, Damon Jones," I replied after a few seconds of silence that was honoured with his confused gaze. "I want us to be together. I want us to have sizzling moments that only you and I would know about. I want us to hold each other, naked and sweaty as our needs grow. Not once, not twice, but for as long as possible." I surprised myself with the tone of my voice.

His hands on his waist, the man scoffed. It was a loud one. After a few seconds of making his feet dance in the very spot he stood, he faced me, the tip of his tongue probing the flesh of his upper lip.

That was a nice sight. It made my eyes linger on his lips longer than I intended.

As my eyes quickly traveled to his wet shirt which exposed the nudity that I keep wondering about, he said, "You must be out of your mind, Selena."

Quickly, I grabbed his hands and made sure our eyes connected in a way he wouldn't be able to resist. As that gaze was ensured, I noticed something about him. I noticed the same thing when we first met and that thing gave me the courage to pull through with the risky statement I keep uttering.

"Are you going to deny it, Damon? Are you going to deny the fact that you feel something for me?"

"You speak as though I am in love with you," he quickly replied. The distaste in his voice was contradicted by the warm look in his eyes that just made me want to fall into his embrace.

Gosh... Damon Jones makes me want to do things I'd normally never do.

"I am not in love with you either," I said.

"Then what bullshit are you spewing? Why would you-"

"I am not in love with you, but I want you. I keep thinking about you and each time I do that, I end up having sex with you in my mind. Damon Jones..." I squeezed his hands a little tighter. Perhaps, my patience was already wearing thin without me realizing it. "... I want you. If all I'll be doing when I see you is think about what your touch would feel like, I might as well make such thoughts a reality."

"Selena..." His long lashes fluttered gently as he stared at me intently. "What you are asking for-"

"It is risky, I know. I am not one to mix my business with pleasure." I gave a light chuckle as I realized something. "Actually, all I have known my life is business. I have never experienced pleasure. I don't know what it means to have sex nor did I think about doing it until now."

I did not miss the flash of surprise on his face. I nodded to assure him that I was not joking. I was born into the Damish Gang and all I have done till I got to the leader position was train, study, take a few sips of whiskey every day, train again to sharpen my skills, and sleep.

I had no time for erotic acts like most of the gang members. I had my focus intact and the focus remained even when I climbed the throne of Damish Gang.

But, now that a good-looking man with a scent that has me sniffing the air after he leaves the room is in my life, I need to do something to get back my focus that is slipping through my fingers.

Damon Jones stumbled into my life and took over my thoughts because I found his tired-looking yet beautiful dark eyes intriguing and empowering, because his subtle jokes made me laugh so much that I found myself chuckling to myself while taking baths or having a meeting.

"So, you wish to use me to get that sexual experience you lack? You intend to use me."

"No, I just want you. The same way you do. You don't realize it yet but I know I have an effect on you other than being the scary and terrorizing Dangerous Dame."

"You are being ridiculous," he said softly as my words seemed to hit the right chord. I was no fool, I have seen the way his eyes soften at certain times whenever we are together.

"I want you to try me, Damon Jones," I whispered back as my lips began to dance around his, teasing him greatly. "I know you will say no at this moment. So, I want you to give me one week. One week is all I need."