Vicious by Sinden West Page B

the house. It was white and tiered, just like a wedding cake. Just like he had said, we didn’t break into the house. Instead, Damon led me to the boat shed which wasn’t locked. A small dinghy was tied there, rocking gently in the water. Damon had obviously been there before, because he went straight to the cupboards that were high above the water and pulled out blankets. He untied the boat and offered a hand for me to jump in before he pushed us away, and we were suddenly out on the lake.
    He pointed to the moon. “There’s your moon. It can see you now.”
    I leaned my head back to look at it. There were no stars, only that moon, bright and pure in a velvet sky. “It’s beautiful,” I said dreamily.
    “You’re beautiful,” he told me, taking my attention with his lips. Everything felt just right at that moment. I had this wonderful boy kissing me; the world was quiet; the moon watched over me, and the unravelling had stemmed for the time being.
    I helped him take off my clothes, the cool wind bit at me but I felt invincible. And when I was completely naked, and I felt ultimately beautiful, I straddled him, kissing down his neck, and down his chest after we removed his clothes together. He shivered slightly under my touch, but once I took him in me, that was his only concern. He smiled against my skin, and gasped as I worked my magic. He squeezed me tightly to him as if I might float away and up to the sky if he let go.
    “Violet, Violet, Violet,” he kept repeating, as if my name were the mantra to keep this moment stretching on forever.
    I kept laughing after we finished and pulled my clothes onto my body that I could tell was even flushed in the dark. We rowed back to the boat house and put everything back where it belonged.

Chapter Eight
    Damon rolled off me, breathless. “Shit, Violet. You wear me out.” Then he let out a laugh. “I like you wearing me out.”
    I propped myself up with my head on my hand to looked down at him. “Don’t blame your horniness on me. Some days I swear all you are is a walking penis.” I leaned down to give him a peck on the lips.
    In the two months that we’d been doing this I had found myself craving his touch. At school, I would duck under his arm and relish it when his hand would slip into the gap between my jeans and top, stroking the skin there. At parties, there was barely a moment when a part of him wasn’t touching me. It was like there was a shield over me. The guys treated me with respect, even Ewan, and girls kept their distance. Belonging to Damon, in a way, made me feel untouchable, coveted, and special .
    I spent the majority of my time at his house. Diana just blew smoke in my face and said, “Once a whore, always a whore.” But more or less, she left me alone. And more importantly, so did Ewan.
    I didn’t know what I felt for Damon. No love, because I was sure that I wasn’t capable of that. Addiction was probably the right word. He was strong, and he protected me, even if he didn’t know it. And what he felt for me? I wasn’t sure.
    “Get dressed. You need to drive me to the mall.” I gave him a shove before reaching for my clothes. I was supposed to meet Connie in ten minutes.
    He groaned as he got off the bed. “You need to buy me an energy drink or something. I could sleep all day.” He pulled his t-shirt over his head. I couldn’t help but smile slightly; even in this rumpled state he was still cute.
    In the car, he kept one hand on the wheel, while the other slid under my skirt to stroke my inner thigh. “Your skin is so soft right there.”
    I frowned at him. “You say the weirdest things.” But I was still pleased. We strolled hand in hand through the mall as we headed to the food court to meet Connie. She was sitting at a table by herself, reading a book.  She raised her head and waved at us. I lifted my hand to wave back—
    A cold, icy mess hit me in the head. I sucked in a breath as I stood there in shock.
    “The fuck?” I