Call You Mine (Servite Academy)

Chapter Seven

DAMON

I want to hire you not only as my date, but I need you to be my fake boyfriend.

I couldn’t believe it two nights ago when she said it to me, and I still can’t believe it now that we’ve both signed the paperwork making this contract between us official.

I’ve just agreed to be Wynter Servite’s boyfriend for two fucking months. I’d like to think it’s solely to help her, but I’ve never agreed faster to anything in my life. Adding the time stipulation was the only way I could guarantee this wouldn’t backfire because the worst thing that could come from this is one of us forgetting it’s all pretend.

Bullshit. Everything about this is fucked up in so many ways.

Though now that the paperwork is signed, I feel like she’s pulled away further, her mind wandering back off to wherever it was when she first arrived back in town covered in blood and bruises.

Scared out of her mind even though she expertly tried to hide it. Makes me wonder how she’s gotten so well at brushing it all off, using her charm and good looks to cover up her true feelings.

It’s been this way since the first time I met her. Wynter is well aware of her beauty and sex appeal and although she’s never been one to use it to her advantage, she definitely uses it to deflect from anything that makes her vulnerable.

Despite her efforts, I haven’t forgotten the reason she’s here. This ploy she’s thrown my way is meant as nothing more than a distraction to lead me away from figuring out what the fuck happened to her.

Now as she stands across from my desk, clutching the contract that’s just entwined our lives together tightly against her chest, she’s looking everywhere but at me when she speaks. “I’ll stop by the bank on my way back and bring you a check.”

“Wynter,” I mutter once again, but she’s determined to ignore me. Her demeanor completely shifted the moment she looked at her phone. I could tell by the look on her face that whatever she saw was connected to what happened back in New York.

The same fearful look was etched onto her face only this time she pulled her mask of nonchalance back over like a second skin.

Her chest heaves up and down as her breathing quickens, a telltale sign she’s anxious. My eyes drift down to the hint of cleavage peeking out under the silky dress she’s wearing doing absolutely nothing to hide her perky nipples. She’s always been one to embrace her sexuality and the flawless God given body she was blessed with which is why it’s no surprise she’s decided to not wear a bra.

The small coat in the same shade of cream, is short and fits her perfectly while her hair falls in delicate waves along her shoulders and down her back.

“Unless you want me to deposit it straight into your account. I guess I can have them do that too but I might need your information.” Her mouth keeps running and now I know for a fact she’s nervous. But I need to know what’s making her bolt out of my office before we’ve had the chance to speak.

I stand, walking around the desk to meet her, reaching out for her, but I stop right before I grab her arm. Instead, I run my hand through my hair, completely perplexed and frustrated with the way seeing her like this is making me feel. Fucking useless.

I grit my teeth. “I swear to God woman, if you don’t stop talking about the damn money and start telling me the truth about what the fuck just happened, I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” she bites back, interrupting me, and just like that my girl’s back. She’s not your fucking girl, the voice inside my head reminds me as if I’d easily forgotten.

Regardless, the feisty Little Princess that’s not only quick-witted and sharp tongued but always ready for a fight, makes her well awaited return. The wicked gleam in her eyes whenever she argues with me is back and I revel in how fucking hot she looks with her hands resting on her hip with purpose.

“That wasn’t part of the agreement Damon. It’s not written in your fancy little contract that just because you’re doing this for me, I have to divulge all my secrets.” Her lip twitches in anger but the nervousness is still there hiding behind the anger in her eyes.

“Who texted you?” I growl, not able to ignore the fear that flashes in her gaze as she tries to come up with another one of her lies.

“What are you talking about?” she shrieks. Panic flashes in her eyes and she takes a step back to add more space between us. It’s as if the air in the room is pushing us together but she’s fighting to create some separation.

Smart girl.

I take a step toward her, forcing her to reach behind and steady herself on my desk. Her body shifts toward me and I take her sudden distraction to position myself between her slightly parted thighs slowly pushing them apart with my knee.

“Your phone, you looked down at your phone and it’s like you saw a ghost.”

She inhales another sharp breath, her eyes looking behind me instead of directly at me. It pisses me off and I want to reach out and make her look me in the eye.

“That’s not true. I just realized I’m late,” she huffs, another bullshit excuse leaving her lips. “I have things to do, errands to run. My life doesn’t revolve around you, you know.”

Irritated by her denial, I do the one thing I shouldn’t do but can’t help. Without second guessing my actions, I grip her chin and bring her face to mine, pressing slightly harder than I should be to make her look me in the eye. “It does now, Princess.”

My mouth crashes down on hers, swallowing the lie which was surely about to leave her lips. She fights me for a split second before giving into the sensual assault, meeting every swipe of my tongue with one of her own. She eagerly opens wider for me, allowing me to taste her completely, my hands moving up her thigh beneath her dress, hitching it over her waist.

God her skin is so fucking smooth. Like silk underneath my fingertips as I grip her hips and lift her onto my desk, knocking down some papers and other shit I couldn't care less about. Her legs spread open for me, allowing me to settle between them, her fingers twisting into my hair as she forces my lips down closer to her.

She’s hungry, fucking ravenous trying to suck the life out of me with her mouth and my cock twitches aching to feel her sensual lips wrapped around it. My hand continues to move along her thigh, my fingers inching closer to that sweet spot I’m dying to touch. To taste. To fucking devour like I’m a starved man, and she’s my last meal.

“Damon,” she moans, my mouth turning up triumphantly as my name leaves her lips. I swallow her pleas with my mouth, my knuckles grazing at the wetness pooled between her thighs. Fuck she feels so good, so wet and ready for me to slip right inside her. I need to feel her come apart around my fingers.

Sliding her thong to one side, I insert a finger into her making her bite my lip in response. She grinds her hips forward, pressing her pussy against my palm trying to get me to apply more pressure to her clit.

Rubbing her clit, I push her legs as far as they can go, thrusting another finger in as I drop to my knees. My mouth finds her clit, my fingers curving to hit that spot I know will make her scream out in pleasure.

Her hands twist into my hair grabbing on as her hips move in a circular motion trying to feel my tongue as close as she can. It’s goddamn addictive. Her taste, her smell, the look in her eyes and the way she throws her head back as her orgasm builds. I run my chin along the inside of her thighs, scraping her porcelain skin and loving the way it turns red from the roughness of my growing beard.

I need her to come for me, to lose herself to the feeling of my mouth on her and my fingers inside. I continue to devour her licking my way around her clit, sucking it into my mouth as my fingers continue to thrust relentlessly inside her until she comes apart on my hand.

“Fuck, Damon I’m…”

“Let go baby,” I mutter, placing a soft kiss against her clit as she shamelessly comes for me, falling apart, her body trembling as her thighs clench around my head keeping me in place as she rides her orgasm out against me. I give her a few moments before I press another kiss between her thighs. “Sealed with a kiss,” I whisper, bringing my mouth back to hers and letting her taste herself on my tongue. “You’re mine now, Wynter.”

I pull back just in time to see lust gleam in the icy blue of her irises, but it fades just as quick as it came. Fury bubbles up inside her as she pushes me away as she hops off the desk and yanks her dress back down her thighs. Shame tints the apples of her cheeks when the realization of what she’s just allowed herself to do crashes into her like a wild wave of regret. The vulnerability she’s masterfully disguised for so long I’m sure she even believes no longer exists, appears shortly before she’s back to the impartial Ice Queen we all know and loathe.

“Only from four to nine right, and only for two months.” She throws my words back at me and the way she says them makes me almost regret the clause I added, but it needed to be done. Not only do I have other clients and a business to run, but spending every day with her from now until she decides this little game of hers is over, well I just know it won’t end well for either of us.

Especially if I drop to my knees in front of her every single time she’s in the goddamn room with me. Since our kiss the night of the wedding I haven’t been able to get her out of my damn mind. I stayed away for two whole fucking days, but today, I couldn’t help myself.

I need to get a hold on myself. This cannot happen again and I must do whatever it takes to make sure of it.

The day Scarlett and I ended whatever there was between us, I promised myself I would never again allow myself to be put in a position where I’d lose who I was. I became a possessive asshole and although I never would have dared hurt her. I wanted to control her. I needed to make sure she was safe at all times and that pushed her away and made her lose her trust in me.

From then on I swore I would never again allow any woman to have that kind of hold on me. It was the same one I know my father had on my mother. The moment the bastard left her, shortly after he found out she was pregnant, my mother completely lost herself. She became a shell of the woman she once was and Ruby and I suffered because of it, never able to have the relationship we deserved to have.

Driven by grief my mother fell to drugs, whoring herself out to pay for them, and neglected her two innocent children. We’re better for it. Because unlike Wynter who was given everything in life and then had it taken away, I started with nothing. Which means I had nothing to lose.

I hit rock bottom at six years old so I know there’s nothing in this world I could ever lose that would matter. My sister is the only person I’d kill for and I know the damn brat can take care of herself.

The only time I ever doubted what I’d promised myself was the night I slept with Wynter. That was when I realized this woman was far more dangerous than anyone I’d ever met because the way I felt when I woke up the next day with her in my arms, was the only time I felt tempted to lose myself.

Which meant Wynter Servite had the power to ruin me. And that meant I needed to keep her at arm’s length.

I was doing a shit job of it.

Shoving my hands into my pocket I realize the boundaries I tried to set were already being torn down. It’s impossible to stay away when she feels so goddamn perfect in my hands.

It takes everything in me to not reach down and taste her lips once again. Whatever just happened between us isn’t enough to satiate the need in me to once again claim her. If anything, it’s only made things worse.

I’ve never forgotten the taste of her lips, or the feel of her body pressed against me, but now, it’s the only fucking thing I can think about.

“Look,” I say, backing a few steps away from her, trying to put some distance between us. All I can smell is the decadent scent of her perfume combined with the addicting scent of her arousal and it’s making me dizzy with need. “You're right. It’s none of my goddamn business, but eventually this deflection of yours won’t be enough, Wyn.”

Her eyes go wide, searching the room for something to latch onto if only to avoid my gaze. But it’s useless, everywhere she looks there are small glimpses of the man she used to know. The friend she confided in, the man who made her feel protected.

That man is no longer me.

Though some would argue that’s exactly what I’m doing, becoming her knight in shining armor, coming to her rescue as soon as she so much as shows up at my door with a look of despair and a plea to be hers, even if only in secret and sin.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” she mutters defensively as my earlier comment registers in her lust fogged brain.

I can still see the aftermath of her orgasm has her shaken up. For one, she won’t look me in the eye and there’s a rosy tint on her cheeks that seems to brighten when she stares down at my mouth. She’s thinking about it too. Picturing what it would feel like to once again be completely mine.

I reach for her, once more making the mistake of touching her as I tuck a loose strand of snow-white hair behind her ear. It’s as soft as I imagined it would be, and for a moment I let my finger trail along the warm flesh of her cheek.

“This was a mistake,” she huffs, pulling away from me, but this time I let her walk away. Without so much as another glance she collects her things from my desk, clutching the contact against her chest, though before she exits my office, I tell her exactly what she feared I meant.

“One of these days you’re going to have to tell me what it is you’re running from. You need me Wynter, more than just a friend or a fake boyfriend , or whatever it is you want to call this between us. You need my protection.”

“I don’t,” she spits back out at me, her lip quivering as she fights back tears.

Tears I ache to erase.

“You do, Princess,” I say back to her, and the little minx rolls her eyes at me, biting the inside of her cheek to hold back whatever smart ass remark she was about to spit out at me. Smart move, but the ache in my palm to smack her perky, round ass for the defiant attitude makes my cock strain in my slacks. “But it’s going to come at a price.”

Her eyes flicker back to mine, desire once again making them hazy. She’s amused, her mouth twitching slightly and turning up at the ends. Not a full smile, but it’s something and my cock throbs in response.

“And what’s it going to cost me, Damon?” she mutters, a little too out of breath.

I chuckle, unable to hide my amusement. God, I've missed her. I run my tongue over my teeth, biting down on my bottom lip to suppress the feral groan I’m almost tempted to let out just to see the soft pink hue tinting her cheeks brighten.

“I’ll let you know when I figure it out.”