Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Angie stood within his grasp and listened in amazement. It was obvious to her that his opinion came from a heterosexual viewpoint. A very hetero viewpoint. So hetero that he was unable to see that gay men were just that, gay. She could try to explain it to him, she could argue that just as he wasn't sexually interested in other men, gay men weren't sexually interested in women. But the problem was, Angie knew it would go in one ear and out the other. Damian wouldn't get it. Not because he wasn't intelligent, but because he was so male.
She remained silent as all of that ran through her head and he continued, "Besides, let's talk about the party for a minute." His mouth flattened. "Suppose a straight man saw you walk off with him, undoubtedly to be alone. Suppose that straight man didn't know the guy was gay. You know what he would think?"
"What would he think?" she asked, wondering at the depth of how Damian's mind worked.
"He'd think that you were up for grabs. He'd think that maybe he had a chance at you, too." His expression clouded in anger. "So, next thing you know, you've got straight men hitting up on you because they think you're available."
"Damian--"
"Be careful, Angie," he warned softly.
"You're taking this a little too far," she argued.
"Am I?"
She nodded her head.
"I don't think so." His chin jutted out. "I'm telling you how I feel, I'm telling you what I expect." He pushed forward, his torso aligning with hers in a sharp movement. "And I'm telling you that you can't be alone with any man. Not one. Not a single fucking man is acceptable.
"My father--"
"Fine. Your father," he spit out. "If I ever meet him, I'll have to trust him not to be a perverted fuck. But nobody else. Gay is not an excuse to be alone with a man, already married is for damn fucking sure not an excuse. No-fucking-body gets to be alone with you, understand me?"
She stared at him and he kept talking. "If I catch you alone with a man again, I'm going to beat the living shit out of him, and you--"
"What about me, Damian?" She questioned him without moving a muscle. She was absolutely enthralled but she wasn't going to admit it. "What would you do?"
"You're about to find out, baby."
With the threat hanging between them, Angie didn't have long to wait for Damian's next move. He reached down, and with one fell swoop, he peeled her sundress over her head and dropped it to the floor. As the dress was lined and he'd already taken her underwear, she stood naked except for her high heels. Her pulse quivered and picked up speed as he stared down at her bare skin. A rush of blood tinged his face as a tic began beating erratically in his cheek.
His hands fell to her waist and he pulled her hips into his with a quick show of aggression. "You know what four fucking days without you does to me?"
As his hands slid down and bit into her hips, a rush of wet heat pooled between her thighs. "Turns you into a mad man?" she managed.
His hands moved back up, following the curve of her waist, and then caressed back down again. "You think it's funny, but I'm telling you it's unacceptable." As he spoke, his nostrils flared and he let go of her with one hand to begin removing the rest of his clothing. He pushed his pants and boxers down with one quick motion and stepped out of them. Completely naked now, his hands fell back to her hips and his erection sprang up between them.
Reaching up with one strong hand, he wrapped it around the back of her neck and squeezed, pulling her hair and pressing her chin up so he could reach her lips. He stared down into her eyes with burning need. "You don't have a fucking clue how I feel about you, do you?"
Her lungs seized up and her heart almost stopped beating. She became paralyzed with anticipation and need.
"There's a reason I get so crazy." His pupils dilated. "There's a reason I'm so fucked-up about you."
Angie's breath hitched as she continued to stare into his eyes while she tried not to faint. His words stalled and her pulse beat loudly in her ears as she waited.
His hands clenched around her and with a sudden growl from deep in his chest, he picked her up, dropped her to the bed and came over her, pushing his legs between her thighs and pressing his torso against hers. Grabbing her hands in his, he spread his fingers through hers until their palms were pressed together. He raised them over her head and held her hands to the mattress. A wave of dizzy delight rushed down her spine. He transferred both hands to one of his and brought the other down between them, where he guided his penis to her wet opening.