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SCARLETT

“Damien?” I called out to him, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes?” he responded, turning to face me with a curious expression.

“I think you and I need to talk,” I said, my words hesitant but determined.

Damien chuckled, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

“Talk? Can’t it wait?” His brows tucked up in question, leaning closer to me. “Look Scarlett, there are two things that happen when I fuck a girl as good as I just fucked you,”

I grimaced, but kept quiet for him to go on.

“It’s either they fall asleep because they are fucking exhausted or they ask to go for another round,” he cocked his head to the side, a smirk rigged at the corners of his lips.

I rolled my eyes.

“I want to believe that you telling us to talk is a metaphor for us going another round. If not, I still suggest we go another round and then we can talk all you want,” he teased, leaning in to kiss my neck.

Despite the arousal coursing through my veins, I knew I couldn’t let myself be swayed. We needed to talk a