Chapter 88

Damon

“Good girl. Now stay right there and don’t move.”

My voice dropped lower as I stepped in behind her, the sound of my boots sticking to the blood-smeared floor echoing through the hallway.

Her palms were flat against the cold metal lockers, her breath already coming in shallow gasps. Her skirt was hitched high over her hips, the soft curve of her ass trembling, on display, open for me. Her soaked panties clung to one thigh, already stretched, already ruined.

I reached down, gripped the inside of her knee, and kicked her legs open wider. She gasped, her body jolting forward from the sudden shift in pressure.

“You’re dripping,” I said as I looked down, watching a slow strand of slick trail from between her thighs to the floor. “You’re so fucking ready for this cock, it’s embarrassing.”

I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out—already thick, already hard, already swollen with the kind of need that made me dangerous. I wrapped my hand ar