~DAMON~
I was f*****g 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 f*****g 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 f*****g 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
