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Damiano talked to him, fucking into the fleshlight and watching Jordan come apart on his cock. In other circumstances, he would have cringed at the filth he was spewing, the kind of filth that belonged in porn, saying some shit about chaining Jordan up to his bed and making him take his cock all the time until he couldn’t live without it, until he was addicted to it and craved his cock when it wasn’t in him.
no bc my jaw is DROPPED 🧍🏼♀️
Damiano stabbed the piece of beef on his plate with his fork, put it into his mouth, and chewed aggressively.
💀
He and Damiano had had sex on every surface of his apartment over the past forty hours: the couch, the floor, the table in the kitchen, and of course, the bed—three times. It should have been physically impossible to have so much sex for a man in his thirties. But apparently his body hadn’t gotten the memo that he wasn’t a randy teenager anymore—it wanted more, no matter how much sex they had already had.
FOUR- FORTY HOURS? 😀
He was still mulling it over when the car came to a stop. “Are we there already?” Jordan said, looking out the window. He’d rather not look at Damiano unless he had to. He didn’t trust himself. “No,” Damiano said as Lorenzo got out of the car. “We stopped at a pharmacy. Lorenzo will buy something for your soreness.” Jordan stared at him. “Lorenzo will buy something for my soreness?” he choked out. “Why would he do it?” Damiano looked infuriatingly unflappable—and still infuriatingly attractive. “I told him,” he said simply. “You told him. That my asshole is sore.” A corner of Damiano’s mouth
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ILLEGAL 💀🤚🏼
It must have been nice to have a private jet that let you leave the country—and unwanted feelings—whenever you wanted to.
damn 💀
“Merry Christmas to me,” he said with a laugh, taking another swig from his bottle of vodka. And then another, and another, and another.
that's fucking depressing 💀
He glanced down at the thick ring on his finger and his stomach clenched. He’d had the ring for almost two days, but it was still extremely distracting, its heavy weight like a brand. Every time he looked at it, his chest filled with a sensation not unlike drowning but much more pleasant. Jordan had given it to him. Jordan was wearing a matching one. The thought was like a snake, coiling around all his thoughts, poisoning them with overwhelming possessiveness. For the first time, Damiano understood the appeal of wedding rings.
❤️
He didn’t care about people. Most people were just tools for him. He felt no remorse about hurting people. Except this one. This one was precious. This one was his. This one made him feel.
🫶🏻
“Unbalanced and distracted—when you aren’t around. Obsessive, possessive, and out of control when you are. If this is love, it fucking sucks.”
“I’d prefer your fucked-up version of love to the sweetest, most conventional love lavished on me by another person. Because it’s you. And you’re more than enough. You’re what I need to feel enough.”
🥺🤍
Eloise shrugged, her expression turning grimmer. “Putting on a happy face, but I can sense that something is off. I don’t think he’s as happy to be saved as he pretends to be.”
yup- there's gonna be a book about him-
“I love you,” Jordan murmured against his lips. Damiano pulled him closer and whispered, “I love you, too.” There was still a certain hesitance in his voice when he said it, as if he was getting away with something every time he said those words, as if he couldn’t possibly deserve to love and to be loved, and Jordan hugged him tightly and kissed him deeper, his heart so full with adoration and love that he was almost choking on it.
AWE DAMIANO 🥹❤️
