Chapter 4

Alex’s POV

“Fuck that drone,” I said, heart still racing from the buzz outside the window as Damien pulled me back from the shadows deeper into the lounge.

“It probably caught us with our hands all over each other but right now I don’t care. I need you Damien. All that teasing and grinding has me so hard it hurts.”

Damien’s eyes burned in the flickering firelight, his chest heaving as he shoved me down onto the wide leather couch.

“Then take it,” he growled, voice thick with the same pent up hunger I felt.

“Been wanting to wreck you since you walked through my door Alex. Strip...