The hotel door had barely clicked shut before Damian had me pinned against the wall.

His massive hand wrapped around my throat, not squeezing hard, just holding me there while his mouth crashed into mine. The kiss was deep and filthy from the start, tongues sliding, lips sucking mind. I could taste the whiskey on him.

My hands grabbed at his shirt, desperate, while his other hand shoved my skirt up and ripped my panties off in one brutal yank. The sound of the fabric tearing sent a fresh gush of wetness between my legs

“Fuck… you’re dripping down your thighs already,” he growled against my mouth.

Two thick fingers...