Chapter 100. Unholy Thirst

Abigail’s POV

Damien’s hand roughly grabbed my wrists, pulling my fingers off his throbbing member; I could feel the lust coming off him in waves, making me grin, but as my eyes locked on his, I realised he was no longer playing. Something dark and unpredictable swam in his eyes that made me a little uneasy.

As if Jason had read my mind and wanted to ease the tension I felt building in the room, he knocked on the door. His calm, airy voice sliced through the suspense in the room.

“My father will shit a brick if we don’t leave soon! Come on, Princess; you can tease him later!” Watching Damien fight whatever was going on in his head, I let out a breath seeing his face settle, his eyes steadied, and whatever storm had threatened to erupt had passed!

Thank fuck!

“I will see you later for dinner, ok!” I smiled, pecking his lips a final time before moving his hands and attempting to stand. As if reading my mind and needing to reassure me, his arm wrapp