[Rosie's POV]
He pissed me off, flirting with every word that I feel disgusted by, yet my body wants him more than ever.
Not when he began such mind-blowing anal sex. My shame won't let me look at him because I know he isn't over.
But then, there's a knock on the tinted window my face was plastered on. I guessed right, someone caught us!
Damien moved closely to me, drawing down the glass halfway. His body was shielding me.
"Hello, you parked on the wrong path, and what's happening here?"
Damien ran his fingers through his hair and then crackled.
"And so? I can park anywhere I want!" He mused while I felt his hotness.
"That's unlawful," the policeman snarled, suddenly taking out a Torchlight to point at his face.
Shit. I doubt he knows Damien.
Somehow, I felt happy about that as he isn't a god in this place.
"I'm fucking my woman, do you have a problem with that?" He replied, pushing the light off his face and I fluttered my eyes, nervous that my face wouldn't get revealed.
