“Tell me,” he said.

“I have too many other things to worry about. I don’t need the stress of being caught fooling around with you,” I said. But that didn’t mean I didn’t want it. Three days and two nights of non-stop Trevon had done more than stress me out.

His fingers brushed against my inner thigh. “I think you like the idea of something.” He leaned in closer, his breath fanning my neck.

I gulped, eyes fluttering closed. “No.” Yes.

“Trying to hold back your moans as I make you cum over and over again.” His fingers trailed up and down my thigh.

Oh, God.

“Tell me, Dani, do you fantasize about being fucked in public?” he asked. My only response was a shaky breath that I couldn’t hide if I tried. He brushed his fingers against the front of my pants, touching my wetness. “You do, don’t you?”

Damn. I needed to get out of here.

“I’m going to get something to drink.” I hopped up and hurried to the kitchen. A bottle of red wine was sitting on the counter.

Lord, this was my best excuse to drink. Trevon was a demon. Eros was trying to get into my pants. And I was terrified that there was a dead woman lying on my living room floor.

After one long gulp, I rested my elbows on the counter and closed my eyes. Calm yourself, Dani. Don’t think about all the things he could do to you, all the things you need him to do to you—just so you could relax for a fraction of a second. Now is not the time nor place.

When I finally thought that I could control my desires, I reached into my back pocket for my phone, so I could check on Trevon, but it wasn’t there.

“Looking for this?” Eros asked from behind me, voice chillingly quiet. He placed the phone on the counter in front of me. “You told me you weren’t seeing Trevon.” He stepped closer, so he was pressing against my backside—trapping me.

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

“I’m not,” I said.

He wrapped an arm around the front of my waist and slipped his fingers under the waistband of my leggings. Oh, God. Not here. Not now.

“Why the fuck does he want to take you out for dinner then?”

Cinnamon.

“What—what are you talking about?” I asked. He began to rub fast, rough circles around my clit.

I grabbed onto the side of the counter to steady myself and gazed down at my phone. Trevon’s last message read: Thanks for the other night. Everything is taken care of. Can I take you out to dinner to repay you for everything you’ve done for me?

“What is he talking about, Dani?”

“I don’t know why”—he plunged his fingers inside of me—“he wants to bring me out.”

Eros gently grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled it back. “Don’t lie to me. You’re terrible at it.”

He thrusted them harder into me, and I gripped the counter for dear life. “I—I’m not.”

“Tell me or I’ll make you cum so fucking hard that you won’t be able to stop yourself from moaning in front of everyone here.”

Pressure built in my core, and I clenched around him.

“I—I told you… I just helped him because he was sick.” I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip. It felt so good. I didn’t want him to stop.

He tugged harder on my hair.

“I promise, Eros. Please, stop. You’re… you’re going to make me cum.” My legs trembled underneath me. He continued thrusting his fingers into me. “Please, you have to believe me. I’m not lying.”

After another moment of absolute torture, he smirked against my neck. “I know.”

He knew? He knew, but he didn’t stop.

With each thrust, my core continued to tighten. So good, yet so damn wrong.

“Then stop, Eros! You said you wouldn—” I parted my lips, brows knotting together. Fuck. I was going to cum.

Eros pounded his fingers into me, shoving me against the counter with each thrust. He slapped his hand over my mouth. I buckled forward and moaned into his hand, eyes rolling back.

Holy Hell.

My core was pulsing over and over as I released myself onto him. Waves of ecstasy were rolling through my body. I inhaled deeply. “What was that for?” I asked. “I told you the truth.”

He pulled his hand from my pants and pushed himself off of me. “That was to make sure you knew that you’re mine.” And, without another word, he grabbed my wine, walked out of the kitchen, and stared at me from the couch.

I gazed around the room, hoping that nobody saw. That was… a lot.

Kasey was chatting with Aarav—staring right at me—lips in a smirk. Just by looking at her, I could tell that she knew everything that had just happened.

Fuck. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was going to Hell, and this time I wasn’t joking. Hell was real, it was all fucking real.

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CHAPTER 30

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Dani

“Are you jealous?” I asked on the ride home with Eros. Maria had insisted that I drive with him—not her—because she wanted us to spend quality time together, but I really think she just wanted to flirt with some other people who showed up at Kasey’s.

Eros stayed quiet, his hand tightening on the steering wheel. Under the dim streetlights, his ring was shining brightly. “No.” He took a deep breath. “It’s not in my nature to be a jealous person… I just don’t understand why he’s staying with you.”

I sighed. Trevon’s secret was going to be harder to keep to myself than I thought it would.

“He just has to.” I grabbed his hand resting on the gearshift. “If it makes you feel better, you can stay the night with me.” My words shook as I said them because I didn’t know if it was too soon to sleep over each other’s places.

“What are we, Dani?” Eros asked.

“What?” I laughed nervously. God, I didn’t expect him to just come out and ask that. I wasn’t prepared to answer that kind of question yet.

Eros pulled into the lot to our apartment building and parked. “What do you think we are?”

“What do you think we are?” I asked, playing with his ring. The shiny dark metal molded to his finger almost perfectly.

He pulled his hand away and faced me, his green eyes nearly glowing in the darkness. “I asked you first.”

“I—uh… think we are a lot of things.”

“Look at me when you talk, Dani,” he said.

My heart raced, and I looked over at him. What did I think we were? Well, that answer was probably much different from what I hoped we were.

“Calm down. It’s just a question.”

“If it’s just a question, then why can’t you answer it first?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Be confident. You feel what you feel, and you need to be honest with yourself. It’s the only way you’ll ever be happy.”

There it was again. Him telling me to choose happiness—even if that meant giving him up.

I parted my lips. “I think that we’re…” I swallowed my insecurities, ready to be vulnerable and happy. “I hope that we have something more than this physical attraction. I—I feel something between us, and I think you do too, I just don’t know what it is.”

He just stared at me for four, five, six moments. Completely silent. His face was void of all emotion, and I gulped.

“But it’s totally okay if you don’t. I’m just being stupid and speaking nonsense and—”

He pressed his lips to mine, his fingers trailing up my forearm and creating a sea of goosebumps on my skin. I sat still for a moment—overwhelmed. The kiss was soft and gentle and full of love and I never wanted it to end. So, I closed my eyes and kissed him back.

His fingers laced through my hair, and he pulled me closer to him. Pressing his lips harder to mine and slowly devouring me. And, in that moment, I knew one thing and one thing only: I wanted us more than anything I’d ever wanted.

After another moment, he pulled away, leaving us both breathless. His eyes were a clear green. There was no tension in his face, except in his lips which were in a tight line. “I want you to be sure, Dani.”