Chapter 45: Edge of Temptation
Micah’s POV
I always suspected Damon was a complete pervert. Deep down, I think I always knew. The arrogant bastard simply didn’t know how to keep his hands to himself. He had already stolen a bunch of stuff off my desk the last time he sneaked into my room back then. I didn’t even know what he had stolen from my table. Maybe it was a keyholder, pen, or even eraser. I didn’t even know and I don’t care and now here he was, shamelessly hunting for my underwear.
I hadn’t known Damon well before the terrifying day he caught me off guard in the locker room bathroom.
During our first semester, the only things I knew about him were the wild campus rumors about his bitter rivalry with my brother... and Noah’s strict, uncompromising command:
’Stay far away from Damon Silver.’
That was the only warning Noah had given me when I started school.
I had always listened to Noah. I obeyed every single thing Noah wanted, so I made sure to keep my distance from Damon at all costs.
Yet somehow, against all odds, here we were.
My mind spun as I shook my head violently, trying to purge the dangerous thoughts. There shouldn’t be anything going on between Damon and me. Absolutely nothing. Even his father genuinely believed I was his boyfriend now. Not just him, even his little brothers. Screw that, the entire Silver household believes we’re together.
What if everyone at the university was suspecting the exact same thing? I mean... there was nothing technically wrong with being mistaken for his boyfriend, but... was I actually into men?
For the longest time, I believed that the dark, taboo feelings swirling inside my chest were strictly tied to Noah. But what if I was just gay?
Oh God... If my father ever found out about this, he wouldn’t just disown me. He would literally skin me alive in the name of God.
A sudden, sharp gasp tore from my throat as reality slapped me in the face. A warm, heavy hand sneaked silently under the hem of my shirt.
I flinched violently the exact second Damon’s calloused fingers made contact with my bare skin. A sudden electric shock jolted straight down my spine, and before I could stop it, a soft, pathetic whimper slipped past my lips.
Mortified, I immediately clapped both hands tightly over my mouth.
Damon leaned down, a dark, wicked grin spreading across his face.
"I like that," he growled low in his chest, his dark eyes flashing with pure hunger. "Do it again."
Before I could process his words, he slammed his body forward, pinning me firmly against the wall beside the armchair. My breath hitched as his broad frame completely trapped mine. He was standing too close. Too. Fucking. Close. My brain can’t even keep up with anything anymore, not even how to breathe properly.
"D-Damon... What do you think you’re doing?" I panicked, my voice trembling as I shot a desperate look over his shoulder. "Your father is right downstairs... or maybe upstairs! And don’t forget the security cameras! What if someone is watching us?"
Damon slowly turned his head, casting a careless glance toward the glowing lens mounted in the corner of the ceiling.
"Ah, right. I almost forgot about that," he smirked, sliding his gaze back down to lock with mine. "Besides, I’m pretty sure my old man wouldn’t give a damn if we fucked right here. None of that matters to him. As long as his kids are... happy."
Before I could protest, his head dipped, his lips pressing greedily against the sensitive skin of my neck.
Instinct took over as my arms flew up, wrapping tightly around his neck as a wave of forbidden heat flooded my lower stomach. I felt a sharp, embarrassing stiffness instantly pressing against my pants.
It wasn’t just me. Fuck. Damon was dangerously hard. There was zero chance of hiding the thick, massive bulge pressing heavily against my hip... an eight-inch reminder of just how dangerous this brat was.
"Damon..." I winced out loud, my back arching off the wall as his sharp teeth lightly grazed my collarbone, followed by the wet, hot slide of his tongue against my throat.
What the hell was he doing? I felt the sharp pain but it was quickly replaced with something else. Something that made me want to moan again.
His lips reluctantly parted from my skin with a quiet pop, and he lifted his head to stare down at me.
I was shivering violently. My knees felt so utterly weak that the only thing keeping me upright was my frantic grip on his shoulders and Damon’s hand around my waist.
"I’m pretty sure you’re about to cum right in those underwear," he whispered darkly, his hot breath fanning across my burning lips. "Don’t worry... I’ll come back for them later, when you’re probably asleep."
He pressed a surprisingly soft, lingering peck against my forehead before stepping back, pulling away, and slipping effortlessly through the connecting door back into his own room.
I watched him leave. He didn’t even turn back to see the helpless mess he had made me. Fuck him. Fuck Damon Silver.
The moment the door clicked shut, my legs completely gave out.
I slid down the cold wall, collapsing onto the carpet in a heap. My lungs worked overtime, taking in desperate, ragged gulps of air as a suffocating weight settled over my chest.
Trembling, my hand slowly slid down my belly, reaching toward the front of my pants.
My heart dropped into a bottomless pit. Fuck. He was right. I had already ruined my pants.
Oh God. A cold wave of pure horror and shame washed over me, drowning out the lingering heat. I gripped my hair with both hands, tears of overwhelming guilt burning behind my eyes.
I had done something unforgivable again. At this terrifying rate... I wasn’t just a disappointment. I was going to rot in hell as a sinner.