On And On

He doesn't have to tell me twice.

"I think you're the worst man to ever exist," I start. That makes Damon chuckle as if this is funny, "I hate that you're sick in the head and no one wants to be around you, so your daddy feels bad and lets you do anything."

"Oh, damn... that one kinda hurt," he mumbles, but he bites down on his lip, "Rub yourself faster. I won't let you stop until you show me you're wet enough for me."

"I hate that you're making me do this, I'll never forgive you," I admit, looking at his smile, "I'm being serious! Why are you smiling? Are you actually stupid?"

"Yeah, and crazy," he adds, then he flutters his stupidly long eyelashes, "Fucking crazy for you.”

Oh, god. I hate him. I fucking hate him. And I hate how that almost makes me smile.

“Nothing you say is going to turn me off. I want you so damn bad, Lily,” he continues, and he sounds sincere about it, “You know... when I was fucking Francesca, I was imagining it was you the whole time. And when you