CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
DAMIAN’S POV
Jace said nothing for a moment but then his lower lip dipped in surprise, his expression quickly morphing into one of anger. Maybe telling him the news had not been the best idea and I had no idea why the bloody hell my lips could not remain shut.
“You did what?” He questioned.
“Trust me, I wanted to stop but I just could not bring myself to do so. It was like every part of me was suddenly enthralled in her words and all I could think of, was what was beneath those layers of clothes on her skin. What else was I supposed to do Jace? Run off like a scared little rat? Or tell her on her face that I did not want to f**k her when my body was screaming the exact opposite?” I questioned, letting my hands drop against the side of my hips in helplessness.
