Faking It With Damian Black novel Chapter 2

~Damian~

“Goddammit, Sonja!” I roared, black dots danced on the back of my eyelids as my body shuddered with my release.

“Oh, Damian…” Sonja moaned, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her pussy choking my cock as I thrust to the hilt, enjoying her warmth.

“Fuck…” I groaned, pulled out, and collapsed in the space beside her. I pinched my eyes shut, heaving chunks of air, catching my breath. Although it was past midnight, the balcony lights cast a dim glow inside the room. Silence swelled between Sonja and me. Slowly, the world started to make sense again.

Like every time we were together, everything around me faded into the background. All that mattered was this woman who meant the world to me. I could fuck her all day, sleep, eat, and do it all over again the next day.

I met Sonja in my third year at the university. She was an ambitious woman, so fucking tenacious, and it drove me crazy how she wouldn’t fall for my tricks; eventually, she did. We were insatiable back then until she moved to France to pursue her modeling career.

Through the years, I’ve had a few girlfriends, but there was never one as perfect as Sonja. And when we crossed paths a year ago, she declared the same feelings for me. She started pursuing me, a persistent temptress who wasn’t willing to take no for an answer until I fell for her trap.

I did my best to avoid her, knowing she was a married woman now, but like a druggie needing a fix, I kept going back for more. She was a temptation, my kryptonite. One touch and I was on my knees, and when I got back to my senses, the claws of guilt appeared around my throat and chest, choking me back to reality.

I pushed off the bed. Sonja’s lithe hands reached for mine. “Come back to bed. Give me five, and we could go for another round.”

What a fucking tempting offer. We’ve already done it three times. I knew we could go fucking all night if I’d stay.

This was fucking messed up.

Nobody out there could pull me out of this mess other than myself. I am better than this. Nancy would be ashamed of me if she learned that I am fucking a married woman. And for fuck’s sake, I am a man, and I deserved better than this.

Deep in my thoughts, I went to the bathroom and took a shower; breaking things off with Sonja was the only thing on my mind.

It wasn’t as if I hadn’t tried the first time I learned she was married. When I told her I’d stop coming over, she threatened to take suicide. My conscience wouldn’t let me rest if she took her own life, so I stayed.

Wrapping a white towel around my waist, I returned to the room. Sonja was sitting on the bed, her back resting against the headboard, the light from her phone illuminating her soft jaws, big doe eyes, and swollen lips. Her brunette hair was wild and messy from all my pulling and tugging. She was so fucking beautiful it hurts to even just think of not seeing her again.

My cock jerked to life, knowing this woman could satisfy my cravings in bed. My needy organ protested at what I was about to do.

“Lyndon’s bar is opening tomorrow.” She looked up, her blue eyes hopeful. “Please be my date?”

Date. I scoffed. She just wanted to show me off to her friends. Her husband, Silverio Blanchet, was twice older than me, with a beer belly and stale breath. With all the money in his bank accounts, he couldn’t even find a good fucking mouthwash to save his dear life.

I know her husband so fucking well. He was one of my father’s business partners. Dad hired me to do a background check on him. That guy’s business is fucked up, and it’s only a matter of time before the Bureau of Investigations pin their eyes on him.

“I can’t,” I murmured, picking up my boxer briefs on the foot of the bed, my jeans close to the bedside table and my shirt on the door, her thong hanging on the doorknob.

Did we fucking play slingshot with it?

We’ve ravished each other like there was no tomorrow. I would miss fucking Sonja.

Suddenly alert, Sonja put down her phone and turned the lampshade on, a frown creasing her forehead. “You’re leaving?”

I searched the room for my socks. I found one under the bed but couldn’t find the other.