THE MOMENT BEFORE SIN.

DAMIEN. 

I could feel the muscles clenching in my jaw and upper chest. With every word out of her mouth, she's digging a knife into places that shouldn't be disturbed. 

What the fuck was this girl doing to me?

“For once, you said something correct.” 

“Which part?” 

“That you can't stand a chance. You can't, you wouldn't. So stop playing with me. You're playing a dangerous game here, Anastasia.” 

“Or…what? What if I don't want to stop?”

I approached her predatory-like, deliberately taking my time. At first, she stood her ground, which was amusing to see. I looked in her eyes that pulled me in like I was in a fucking trance. A trance that I had no chance of warding off.

When I'm within touching distance, she steps back. But she's not fast enough, as she trips. I quickly catch her by the elbow and pull her towards me. 

She crashed into my chest, and it's a full body crash, where her soft curves are moulded into me, her thick thighs touch mine, her breasts are huddled against my chest, and her head is nestled in my arm. 

And is that her heartbeat or mine about to rip flesh and bone? 

She stared up at me as if I were some fucking knight in shining armour, the opposite of what I am. I watch her cheeks tint with blush, and I couldn't help but tilt her head up to look at me because I wanted to see her beautiful eyes better. 

Maybe I tilted her head because I wanted to touch her, fuck me. 

She was so soft and small, even with how thick she was. She was still small compared to me, and the thought of how smooth and thick she was did fucked up things to me. I could barely breathe. 

This shouldn't happen. 

It can't happen. 

But fuck if I understand that right now. 

Because, this right here, this moment, suspended in the middle of nowhere, is the closest thing to the truest thing I've felt in a very long time. I'm not going to lie, I think a lot of things when I see Anastasia, but I do a good job pretending like I'm stoic, pretending like I don't want to carry her away from the prying eyes and lock her in a tower where only I have access to her. 

“Why are you doing this?” I asked her because I was genuinely confused about why she was tempting me this much. I knew there was a preference she had for me. Ever since she was a kid, Xavier could be doing everything to make her stop crying, but she calms down immediately when she sees me or makes me carry her. 

I thought it was just that she innocently liked me, of course. Everyone used to tease me about it, including Xavier. I was the only one who could calm her down whenever she started throwing one of her tantrums until I started seeing her in a different way. 

This was some fucked up shit. Some fucked up thought that I shouldn't even have, but ever since she started growing into her body features, I started keeping my distance because why would the fifteen-year-old daughter of my best friend turn me on? 

It sounds disgusting, but shit, it happened. 

She was wearing a bikini and begging me to come into the pool with her. I had to leave the scene with a raging hard-on, and I did everything not to jerk off to the thoughts of her because that would have been dirty.

I don't know what the difference is now, because I have done that. I have jerked off to the thought of her like three times now, and I should feel regret or disgust, but I don't. It feels so fucking right that it scares me. 

“Doing what?” she asked while licking her lips again, and I sighed. I'm never one to hold myself back, but I have done much holding back when it comes to her, and I needed to keep that going. 

Fuck. 

I needed to get laid, and I need to do that fast. 

If Xavier knew about the things I thought of his daughter, he would kill me, then find a way to bring me back from the dead just to kill me again. 

I was about to say fuck it and capture those full and luscious lips when something happened. 

A whole body shake takes hold of her. And it's just not the one that happens when she suffers from insomnia, it's a violent type, as if she's about to combust. Her chin trembles too, like when she's scared. 

Like how it does when she's about to hide from everybody. 

What the fuck am I doing? I suddenly come to the realisation.

I gently release her and step back, ensuring she's stable on her feet before stepping back. I needed to get away from her before I do something I'll regret. 

Under Xavier’s fucking roof.