Hungry Like the Wolf

Damaris knew very well what had happened that night, but she would not say a word…Her word did not mean anything anyway after what had happened with Gui–after they found out that she had lied about everything about their marriage.

She knew they would find out she had lied, but she wanted to make sure that he did not come looking for her. She did not want to be saved. Gui was a good man, he wanted to save her and there was nothing she wanted less.

She made him think that everything had been a joke, that she had not meant it anything serious when she married him.

She had…

When she came back to New York she was looking for it seedy and dark, because that was what she wanted…

…or at least what she thought she deserved. She knew that Gui would want to save her because he would want to save her the way be could not save Carole—the way none of them had been able to save her sister.

She was currently afraid to toss and turn in the guest room even, because the huge man and slight woman who watched over her seemed responsive to her every shift in the bed.

Damaris had come here because she needed some certainty in her life money-wise and Graham had always helped her. She actually was sad that Graham had died, because he had always been very kind to her…in many, many ways. Kind but removed…

She had tried to come onto him, but he was never interested in her. Again, it was because of Carole. Carole set the bar, and she was not able to raise it or get past her sister’s memory.

Even when they shared a man, Damaris was not the lead sister. They looked so much alike, but people were more drawn to Carole.

Had Harry been reminded of Carole as well when he was with her? Or was he drawn to her? At the bar had not been their first time. When she had watched him and Sabrina—Nyla now—having sex, she knew that she had opened Pandora’s Box.

“You like to watch?” he had questioned her not right after, so that when he asked her she was a bit taken aback.

Damaris looked at him.

“I could see you even from a distance,” he said coming close to her. “Wet, hot…”

Damaris opened her mouth to talk, but his lips were over hers quickly and she pulled his hand to touch her…because she was still wet, hungry.

He teased her, and ran his finger over and over the thin strip of hair just about her wet, hungry lips. Damaris squirmed because she wanted him. She knew what he could do because she had watched him–she had seen him fuck. He pressed his finger right at the tip of her divide, and she practically came from that…

She remembered very well how the night after that had unfolded, Damaris thought, her hand between her legs…but it did not matter anymore.

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