Chapter 81: Punch in the Face

[3rd POV—Damon]

Cara tensed. Her entire body went rigid, and while Damon was still deeply embedded inside her, he could feel her skin becoming cold with dread.

The once amorous atmosphere was gone, and the chilly weather had now seemed through the room, significantly dropping the temperature.

Fuck Davien! He curses under his breath, listening to his brother’s joyous laughter fading down the hall.

Whatever it is that made him barge unannounced in here rather be important, or else, he swore, he’s going to kill him.

Damon leaned down, kissing the center of her spine, hoping to ease the tension wrapping around her. She was trembling, her wide eyes still riveted on their reflection on the glass pane. It took her a second before everything dawned on her, and she started kicking him out of her, but he held her down.

“No, please stay still.”

But knowing how obstinate she could be, of course, she butted and tried to turn away. “Fuck! Damon, Davien just saw us!”

“I know, just…keep still.” He gr