His other hand brushed past the curve of Nate’s br*ast. Her shoulder flinched. Damon stared at her and spoke.

“This is nothing.”

Before Nate could say a word, Damon’s lips crashed roughly against hers.

Nate struggled to process what was happening to her.

She already knew the parties at Hotel Ombra were not ordinary. Coming in person and finding it far more tame than expected brought her some relief, but perhaps she was simply talking herself into believing it would be a normal party all along.

Nate clearly recognized that Ombra was a dangerous place for someone like her. That was why, for all the places she followed Damon to, this was the one she never came to.

But she felt confused. Her heart was pounding fast. Whatever kind of place Hotel Ombra was, she couldn’t understand why Damon was going this far with her specifically.

“Mmh, mm……”

Damon caught her lips and sucked lightly, then pushed his thick tongue into her mouth. The soft, intruding tongue parted her teeth and pressed inside, and Nate’s waist trembled finely.

It was hard to believe someone else’s tongue was inside her mouth. And of all people, the tongue of Damon Preston, the man she spent so long desperately longing for…….

Absurdly, she felt no disgust at being kissed against her will. The Damon Preston she knew was not the kind of person to take a woman by force. He was probably trying to show her something right now. Just how dangerous Hotel Ombra was.

“Ngh, mm, hmm.”

Sounds kept slipping from between her lips. Damon’s wet tongue swept in slow circles over the soft inner flesh.

Then, when he dragged it slowly across the roof of her mouth, Nate’s shoulders squirmed without her meaning to. A strange tingling sensation ran to her fingertips.

Damon moved as though determined to feel every part of her mouth, rubbing against the soft tissue thoroughly. Then, the moment his tongue made contact with Nate’s small tongue by chance, he latched onto it with desperate urgency, like a man stumbling upon an oasis in a desert.

Nate didn’t know what to do with Damon sucking and pulling at her tongue without restraint. The longer the kiss went on, the more disoriented she became.

‘This seems like more than enough…… When is he going to stop?’

She took in the sensations Damon gave her with difficulty. The feeling of his tongue against hers was more lewd than she imagined. It felt like two bodies pressed together, bare.

Small sounds escaped from between Damon’s lips as well. His hand, which was roaming her waist, moved upward. He seemed to feel the fullness of her br*asts over her clothes, then pulled them straight out from the dress.

Startled, Nate rushed to grab Damon’s hand. But he already had her br*asts in his grip and was kneading them lewdly, working them like dough.

“Ngh, hah……”

Every time his palm deliberately rubbed over her n*pples, m*ans broke from her lips.

Damon pulled his lips from Nate’s and looked at her with heavy eyes. Nate met his gaze, her face flushed red. Through all of it, his hands kept groping her bare br*asts shamelessly.

In truth, Damon Preston never intended to go this far with her. He only meant to frighten her enough that she would never come to Ombra again.

This was a place only filthy people like himself were fit to enter. It was somewhere a clean, pure person like Nate O’Hara should never set foot in. He wanted not a single drop of dirty water to touch her. That was all it was supposed to be…….

F*ck, why are her lips so…

Damon finally lost his restraint and pressed his lips to Nate’s.

‘Why do her lips taste this sweet?’

She must have secretly smeared honey on her lips. There was no other explanation for why they tasted this good.

He rubbed and ground his lips against her soft ones in a frenzy, then pushed his tongue back inside. He found her tongue and coiled around it like a snake, sucking the sweetness out of it greedily.

With his hand, he groped Nate’s br*asts roughly and then pinched her n*pple. Her waist jolted. Damon flicked the hardened n*pple quickly with his fingertip.

“Mm, hmm……”

M*ans kept pouring from Nate’s mouth. But they were swallowed up just as quickly by Damon’s lips.

He spent a long while sucking and grinding lewdly against her tongue before finally lifting his lips and lowering his head. Before Nate could stop him, he buried his face against her chest. He extended his tongue and circled her *reola, then rubbed against her n*pple.

“Ah, w, wait a moment… Hng, haah.”

Nate, burning with embarrassment, tried to grab his face. But Damon already lost his composure. He rubbed her n*pple rapidly with his tongue, then took it into his mouth and sucked on it like a child.

S*ck, slurp.

Nate watched in shock as Damon sucked at her br*ast.

He seemed to sense her staring. Damon, absorbed in sucking and pulling at her br*ast, raised his eyes. He held Nate’s gaze and sucked her n*pple with the fervor of someone trying to draw out milk. The front of his trousers was already swollen to the point of bursting.

“Y-Young lord Preston…… Hmm, hh.”

Every time Nate called his name, it felt like pre-c*m was dripping from his c*ck. The feeling of his underwear growing wet was unpleasant enough to make him want to tear it off right then. And once freed, he would rub his c*ck between her legs and, when she let her guard down, drive it inside her.

Damon imagined that scene with Nate’s other n*pple in his mouth. He figured her below was probably just as aroused as he was, soaking wet.

Rather than just guessing, he decided he should reach down and find out for himself. So he moved his hand down hastily and tried to lift Nate’s dress.

“N-no, Young lord Preston……!”

Nate cried out just then, straining to pull her lips free from his. She also pressed her thighs together to stop his hand from going any further.

Of course, her thighs would open easily enough with just a little force from him. Damon wanted to take what he wanted right now.

‘Should I force her thighs apart and shove my fingers into her wet hole?’

Filthy thoughts swirled through Damon’s mind. But instead of pushing his fingers inside Nate, he stopped every movement and rested his forehead against her shoulder.

Ragged breathing passed between them. Nate, sensing he wasn’t going to continue, seemed to relax and leaned her head back against the sofa.

After a long moment, Damon spoke toward Nate.

“Nate O’Hara.”

“……”

“Even after being treated like this by someone as filthy as me, you still want to stay here?”

Would it be a mistake to say those words carried a note of self-reproach?

Nate looked quietly at him where he leaned against her shoulder. She felt the urge to run her hand through Damon’s soft black hair just once. But she curled her fingers silently in her lap and held back the small desire.

“I……”

Nate’s quiet voice came out low.

“I don’t think you’re filthy, Young lord Preston.”

Damon’s breath, coming in ragged pulls against her shoulder, stopped. She continued softly.

“Of course, your history with women is a little complicated… and your hands have bad habits, and your mouth… seems to have bad habits too, but……”

“……”

“I know you’re a good person. That’s why… I liked you.”