Rosette's POV“I know you want me, Rosette” The man before me said, breaking the silence in the room. His voice was low and husky. I was stark naked, underneath the bedsheets and I clutched it firmly it to my chin, willing myself to stay in control of my senses. Damon closed the door behind him, and with one pull, he took off his shirt, dropping it to the floor. "Are you sure about this—” I started to say, still shocked that this was happening for the second time. He was right. I wanted him, as badly as I needed air in my lungs, but this time, I wasn't even drunk. I was fully aware of Damon's figure a distance away from me. “Your mother doesn't have to know about this, Rosette. I've wanted to f*ck you again, ever since that we met at the club." He hushed, stepping out of his trousers. I looked down at the huge bulge in his underwear. “You like what you see, don’t you?” He teased me, as his lips curved into a sly smile. “Why don’t you have a taste of it again. It is all yours to
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