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Chapter Eight

Hope.

Damian sat across from me with a huge grin on his face, chomping on a piece of sausage. I tore my bread into pieces and glared at him. He was gloating. Fucking gloating.

The broken she'll of a man from Las night was gone if my inner thighs weren't swollen I would have thought I imagined the whole thing.

He was back to being the smug arrogant man he was, acting like a few hours ago he wasn’t buried deep inside me.

“I hate you.” i hissed more so to myself given that I didn't think he would have heard me.

I hated myself more. How could I have done what I did? How in hell had I

enjoyed it, having sex with him? He had made me cum three times. Three times! I had felt… Fuck, what had I felt for him? The man had made me cum, that was all. Any feelings were physical. Sexual.

“You liked me just fine a little while ago.” He bit into a piece of Nutella smeared toast, a little of the chocolate paste sticking to the side of his mouth. He wiped it with his thumb then made a show of l
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