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I nodded, trying to swallow around my dry throat. Starting a fire shouldn’t take all that long. Hopefully I would be back home in no time.

“This is the one.” Damon led me around to the back of a large warehouse. There were no signs to indicate what kind of business went on here, leaving me to assume it was something illegal.

Damon pulled me to a stop near the corner of the building. “Stay right here and watch the street. Let me know if you see anyone at all. Even if they don’t come this way. I won’t be long.”

Then he rounded the building to the loading dock at the back, leaving me alone. I shifted uneasily from foot to foot. I shouldn’t be here. This was not at all where I belonged.

My entire body quaked with nerves and anticipation. Adrenaline preparing me for the worst. I almost felt sick, yet at the same time, there was something exhilarating about this sensation.

When an alarm suddenly went off, breaking the silence, I almost peed my pants. Damon shouted for me to run, and I didn’t hesitate. Without waiting for him, I took off at top speed, my arms and legs pumping hard as they propelled me forward. Not knowing where else to go, I headed back to where we’d left the Escalade.

Was Damon behind me? Had someone caught him? I didn’t have keys to his vehicle. If someone grabbed him, I was screwed. Finding my way home from here would be difficult with my phone locked up in his car.

As I reached the end of the street, I glanced back to see no sign of him. Shit. Having no choice, I kept moving.

I’d just turned into the alley where the Escalade was parked when Damon caught up with me. Relief accompanied the fear that drove me. I never thought I would be so glad to see him.

Upon reaching the Escalade, he dropped the gas can on the ground and swept me into his arms. Pulling me tight against him. Kissing me hard as he pushed me up against the vehicle.

The rush of excitement and danger took over, encouraging me as I kissed him back.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

ATHENA

A head spinning rush of absolute want overtook me. Even though I knew that I shouldn’t want someone like Damon Price, I was no longer in control of that. The wild fire in his kiss set me ablaze. There was no going back from here.

The Escalade felt cool and firm against my back. Damon’s body hot against my front. Pressing close enough for me to feel his thick erection through the material of his jeans. His lips moved voraciously on mine, making me lightheaded with desire.

Sliding my hands around his neck, my fingers played in the hair at his nape. I kissed him back, doing my best to match his enthusiastic fervor. The amount of adrenaline blasting through me needed to be extinguished somehow. I was ready to meet him halfway, taking this wherever he wanted to go.

Who would have thought that being dragged along during a serious crime would have had such an effect on me? I never realized something so dangerous would elicit such a powerful response.

Damon’s hands roamed over my body. Exploring what he could through the hoodie I wore. When that proved too restrictive, he reached beneath, sliding under the hem of my top to touch my bare skin. I sucked in a sharp breath. We were really doing this.

There was no taking it slow. Not at a time like this. As we kissed like we were at war, he dipped a hand inside my bra. Easily finding my nipple, rolling it between his fingertips. Pinching gently.

His other hand found its way inside my sweatpants, quickly delving inside my underwear. My breath caught when he touched me. There was no hesitation on his part as he dragged a finger over my already wet slit. The stubborn part of me wanted to shove him away and bring this to a stop. However, the desperate needy part of me that hungered for more than I’d been getting from the men in my life wouldn’t allow it.

“I love how wet you get for me,” Damon murmured against my lips. “I bet you just fucking hate that.”

This man was determined to always piss me off. He seemed to thrive on it. Like it was his default setting.

“Do you always have to be so annoying?” I asked, moaning softly as he rubbed my clit.

“Does this annoy you? If so, I can stop.” He started to pull away.

Because I had to match his attitude, I said, “Fine. Stop. Take me home.”

He chuckled, easily sending another flood of wetness to my core. Suddenly thrusting two fingers inside me, he caught me by the chin with his other hand, forcing me to meet his eyes. The back alley street lights provided enough illumination for me to see the wickedness within him.

“Did you think that would work?” he taunted. “I’ll take you home after you’re good and thoroughly fucked. Think you can take it, Athena?”

Something about the way he said my name with such deadly intent had me coming apart all over his fingers. Even though he was quickly turning me into an absolute mess, I managed to say, “You think you’re pretty special, huh? I’m not afraid of you, Damon. Show me what you’ve got.”

Continuing to fuck me with his fingers, he studied me far too intensely. “Not afraid? Should I grab the mask?”

I fucking hated that disgusting psycho bunny mask. Although the thought of him wearing it while he fucked me sent a delightful shiver down my spine. Both fear and eager anticipation.