Chapter 95: Black Honey - Dirty Love
Damien’s mouth curved into a devilish grin against her skin. "It doesn’t matter what the battle between us is...You will lose every time."
Luna let out a breathless scoff, more aroused than she wanted to admit. "Why not wait until you face my wolf?" she dared, smirking even though he couldn’t see her face.
He chuckled darkly. "Pretty little thing, isn’t she?"
With maddening calm, Damien adjusted his stance, pressing against her with maddening proximity, his hand still wrapped firmly around her wrists. He leaned closer until his lips almost brushed her ear. "That fire..." he murmured, and she shivered despite herself, "should be used to stand by me—not against me."
His free hand traced the line of her side, grazing over her ribs, her hip, leaving trails of fire on her skin through the thin fabric of her gown. Luna’s jaw clenched. The warmth pooling in her stomach was not helping her righteous fury.
"Not when you are being an asshole," she bit out.
Damien’s grin widened against her neck. "I’ll take that as progress," he said softly, nipping lightly at the skin near her pulse point before pulling back just enough to meet her gaze.
He flipped her to face him in one smooth, possessive movement, catching her completely off-guard. His gaze roamed hungrily down her body. "Shame," he murmured, his thumb brushing her cheek. "I love this dress."
"What?" The word had barely slipped from her mouth, more a breath than a question, when she felt the sudden, shocking tug at her thigh. Damien gripped the slit of her gown—grip firm, intention clear—and in one swift, unapologetic motion, he ripped it clean off her. The fabric gave way with a dramatic rrrrip, pooling to the floor.
Luna stumbled back a step, now standing in her heels, panties, and fury. "You son of a bitch!" she gasped, her eyes blazing with renewed rage. Her fists clenched at her sides, breath coming in hot, shallow bursts. This was not how civilized beings settled arguments. This was maddening.