Due to his strength, he effortlessly lifted me onto his lap.
"It's fine with me if you wear my clothes. You look so fücking hot wearing what's mine, Felicity," he said, trailing his hands along my thighs.
"Damian..." I scolded him, restraining his hands from moving any further up to my waist.
"You also look hot when taking in mine..." he whispered seductively, as if trying to entice me.
"What do you mean?" I asked, unable to focus properly as his hands roamed around my body.
"My ç0ck... you look so fücking hot when I'm inside you, love," he murmured, kissing my lips as if inviting.
I was about to accept his teasing, but before our lips could meet again, his phone rang. Someone was calling him. Damian glanced at his phone, annoyed.
"I have to get this, querida," he said. I nodded and
