In Enemy Territory

by M. E. Clayton

  I pulled back and looked into this lovely woman’s face. Her eyes were filling with moisture again and I knew there was no way I could hold back any longer. “I love you, Fiona. I have always loved you and I will always love you. I haven’t lived a single day since I was five years old not loving you and I don’t want to know what it’s like to live a day without loving you. Ever.”

  She dropped her head onto my shoulder and tightening her arms around my neck, she sobbed and sobbed. I didn’t do anything but sit there and hold her to me as she cried uncontrollably. I didn’t expect her to say it back. I was just finally relieved that I could finally say it to her at all.

  Chapter 19

  Fiona – I never stood a chance.

  I sat in my office being utterly useless. It was Thursday afternoon and I was still in a daze from everything Damien confessed on Sunday. I’ll admit I could have reacted with a little bit more decorum, but hearing him tell me he loved me and had always loved me had pushed me over the edge of everything I ever thought was normal. I didn’t know what to feel about his declarations. It had been a lot to take in and I was still spellbound over it all. To finally have answers to everything that had plagued me for years was uplifting and scary.

  When my sobbing had finally subsided, Damien had drawn me a bath and I soaked in the tub while he put all our stuff away and made dinner. I was so spent from everything that had happened over the weekend that I crawled into bed around seven that evening. Damien joined me in bed and while I would have gladly submitted to him, he made no move to have sex with me. He simply held me and we fell asleep together. I think it was his way of trying to prove his words of love to me. As much as I would have loved to be taken by him, deep down I knew it was the right decision.

  The next morning was surreal as we both got ready for work like we’d been doing it for years. We fell into a comfortable silence and it was actually nice. I hadn’t seen him since that Monday morning, and I don’t know if he was really too busy to make the drive or if he was trying to give me space. I suspected it was the former. He didn’t become a multi-millionaire by slacking off.

  I couldn’t complain though. He made sure to call me every night before I went to sleep. No matter what he was doing, he would take the time to make the phone calls happen. We would talk about our days and our plans for the weeks, normal things like that. And without fail, he’d tell me he loved me before hanging up. I’ve yet to say it back, but I knew what I felt. The fear of the too-good-to-be-true was the only thing holding me back, honestly.

  A knock at the door brought me out of my reverie. “Yes?”

  The door opened and a very sexy, very delicious looking Damien Greystone walked through. “Hey, baby.”

  I stood up surprised and made my way around the desk. “What are you doing here?”

  He let out a small laugh. “Do you think I’ve stayed in San Francisco every night because I was too tired to make the drive to you?”

  I wanted to play coy, but after all the honesty he shared with me on Sunday, I figured he deserved the same. “I just thought you might be really busy with G&C being so brand new to the West Coast and then it crossed my mind that you might be giving me space.” I lifted a shoulder. “I don’t know.”

  Damien grabbed my hips and sat me on top of my desk, standing in between my legs, smirking. “I’ve given you ten years of space, Halloween. That’s the last thing I plan on giving you, baby.” He leaned in to give me a kiss. “I’ve been working long hours this week so that I could drive down today and work from home tomorrow.”

  The words ‘work from home’ filled my stomach with butterflies. But I was finding that they were the happy kind of butterflies instead of the usual anxious ones. “I don’t want to burden Debbie at the last minute, but I can put in a half day tomorrow.”

  “I didn’t do it to disrupt your day, Fiona. I have no problem waiting at home for you. I have no problem waiting for you for anything.” He kissed me again. “I came straight here from work. I can go home and unpack while you finish up your day, if that’s okay with you.” It was sweet how he was trying to respect our new relationship by asking me and including me in his decision making. We both knew he wouldn’t have a problem breaking into my house again. And the fact that he’d rather spend time with me in my little home rather than that stunning penthouse of his, made my heart lurch.

  “That’ll work. I’ll do my best to get out of here as soon as I can.”

  I expected a quick kiss and an ‘okay I’ll see you at home’, but instead he walked over to the door and locked it. He stalked his way back towards me and my body was already heating with the blatant lust lurking in his eyes.

  Damien made his way back in between my open thighs. “I just want to give you a little incentive to get home as quickly as possible, Halloween.”

  I bit my bottom lip. Ever since he told me the meaning behind why he called me Halloween, it gave me a slight thrill every time he called me that. Knowing I made him feel powerful enough to slaughter anything in his path made my female self-esteem feel just as powerful. Having influence over something…someone so powerful was definitely a high I could get addicted to.

  Instead flipping my skirt up and taking me where I sat, he grabbed my ankles and turned me to face the back of my office. He took hold of my hips and dragged me to the edge of my desk as he sat in my chair. Holy Mary Mother of God! He needed the chair because he was going to feast on me.

  And I couldn’t wait!

  He held my brown gaze in his green one as he spread my legs opening me up to him. “I’ve been craving the taste of your pussy for three days, baby.” I shivered. “I sit in those boring ass meetings all day dreaming of how many ways I want to lick your cunt and make you scream.”

  I couldn’t sit up any longer. I fell back bracing myself up on my elbows while I let my head fall back offering up my body to him. “Damien...”

  “I can’t wait to get you like this on my desk. Every day I want to start out my morning with memories of you bent over my desk. I want to sit at my desk and relive staring down at you on your knees while you suck my dick clean.”

  My body was catching fire from the inside. I loved how filthy he could be. Some women don’t like being spoken to like that and I get it. They tend to think it’s insulting and degrading. Not me though. As long as he treated me with affection and respect outside the bedroom, he could slut talk me all he wanted inside the bedroom. Or shower. Or kitchen. Or where the hell ever.

  Because the gods decided to bless me this morning, I had chosen to wear a skirt and I am glad as hell that I did. Damien reached up underneath me and pulled my panties down my legs. I lifted my head back up in time to see stuff them in his pocket.

  He flipped my skirt up until it bunched over my waist and my pussy was open for anything he wanted to do to me. “I missed this pussy, baby.”

  I lifted a brow. “Just my pussy?”

  He smirked back. “I missed the woman it’s attached to more, but she has to already know that.”

  Before I could respond, he sat in my chair and dipped his head running his hot tongue long and slowly through my dripping wet slit. My elbows crumbled under me and I fell back onto the desk. I reached down and tangled my hands in his dark strands when he took my clit between his teeth and nibbled. “Oh God.”

  I felt the cool air hit my center as he used his fingers to spread my lips open for his tongue. The alternating sensations from the cool air and the heat from his mouth had me out of my mind with pleasure. I wanted him to live down there with everything he was making me feel. “More, Damien. Please I need more.”

  He spoke in between the licks and the bites. “You want to cum, baby?”

  “Yes!”

  Damien immediately slid two fingers into my desperate heat and started working that magical spot as he continued the assault on my clit. I could hear how wet I was as he slid his fingers in and out of my body. I should feel somewhat embarrassed that my pussy was so soaked for him, but I didn’t
have room for any other emotion except the pleasure he was gracing me with.

  He started working his fingers harder and I could feel the clenching begin with my impending orgasm. “Cum for me, baby. Cum in my mouth so the taste of your pussy can keep me company until you come home.”

  Oh God! “Damien! Yes!”

  He upped the tempo on my clit and too soon I was cumming with white spots dancing behind my eyelids. He didn’t let up though. He finger fucked me through my convulsions as he swiped his tongue all around my entrance lapping up as much cream as he could.

  I looked up to find Damien with the biggest smile on his shiny face. I watched has he took my panties out of his pocket and wipe his mouth with them. Fuck, everything this man did was hot as hell.

  He reached his hand out and taking my hands in his, pulled me into a sitting position. He leaned down and kissed me. His lips carried my flavor and I was accepting of the fact that nothing was going to be off limits for us. There was too much history between us to be embarrassed or shy about what went on in the bedroom…or in the office, as was this case. Plus it was such a turn on to know that a man wanted you so badly there wasn’t anything that would stop him from having you.

  Damien spent years making me feel weak and in a matter of two week and one long overdue confession, he’s managed to make me feel stronger than I ever have. He had always held all the power over me and with three little words he willingly handed over that power to me. I had a feeling before this weekend was over, I’d be saying them back to him.

  “How am I supposed to work now after that?”

  “That was the entire point.”

  “I’ll be home as soon as I can, okay?”

  Damien leaned down and kissed me again. “I’ll see you soon, baby.”

  I didn’t turn around as I heard him unlock the door and shut it behind him. I hopped off my desk very aware that I was panty-less, but as there was nothing I could do about that now, I decided to get back to work and hopefully I could keep my focus long enough to actually get something done.

  After working like a lunatic, I managed to get out of Fiona’s under a couple of hours. It was around four when I pulled in my driveway next to a black Mercedes. I felt so giddishly stupid at the joy seeing his car parked next to mine brought me.

  What a turn of events. Who would have thought the boy who brought me so much misery as a child would be the only man I’d fall in love with years later?

  I unlocked the front door and throwing my purse on the couch, went in search of Damien. I found him in the second bedroom on his laptop working away. “Hey.”

  I was standing in the doorway of my makeshift office when he looked up. “I hope you don’t mind me using your office to work.”

  I had to laugh. “It’s not a problem to break into my house, but using my office without permission might be an issue? You are a strange one Damien Greystone.”

  He leaned back in the chair and rested his hands over his ripped stomach. “I’m just making sure I never bore you.”

  I strode into the room. “Boredom is probably the only offense I can’t lay at your feet.”

  He gave me a wicket grin. “I know something you can lay at my feet.”

  “Oh, and what’s that?”

  He leaned up and shot me a look full of sin. “Your knees as I fuck your delicious mouth.”

  God, how can I go from loathing this man to craving his every threat in a matter of days? He’s erasing the past with every touch, kiss and mind blowing orgasm.

  I made my way to the chair and before he could move, I straddled him knowing very well I was still naked beneath my skirt. The zipper of his slacks pressed against my core. Damien placed his hands on my hips and held me firm. “You need me to return earlier’s favor?”

  He studied my face before he answered. “Don’t you know by now? Every time you let me touch you it’s you doing me the favor, baby. I don’t deserve you, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to selfishly keep you.”

  Well since we were being honest here. “C…can I tell you something?”

  His brows drew inward. “Anything, Halloween.”

  “You have just as much power over me as you claim I have over you.” I knew I might be making a mistake by telling him my secret. There was nothing stopping him from abusing the power he now knew he had, but real love is done without fear. I had to trust him. Trust this. “I feel desperate when you’re not around. I feel insecure and my body feels actual physical pain when I start missing your touch. I want you inside me all the time, Damien.”

  His face softened and I could actually see his emotions in those deep green depths of his. “Fiona, I do-”

  “No. Please let me finish.” He rolled his lips between his teeth, silencing himself. “I…” I averted my eyes for a second. This next part was hard and tricky. Looking back into his eyes, I found the nerve to finish. “I spend a lot of nights reliving our graduation night, h…how you took me so hard and deep. Some nights it felt as if I could still actually feel you inside me. But…but the feeling I remember most about that night…” God, he’s going to think I’m such a freak. “I…when you…”

  He took pity on me. “Baby, you can tell me anything. Don’t ever be embarrassed with me. There is nothing you can tell me that will alleviate my need for you. Nothing will ever diminish the strength of my love you for. Nothing, Fiona.”

  Oh God, I was so helpless when he said things like that to me.

  “You felt so imposing when you held me down with your body, but when you covered my mouth with your hand rendering me incapable of calling out for help if I needed it…it had me so turned on I thought I was going to combust with it. It forced me to trust you. It forced me to accept that whatever you were going to do to me, you weren’t going to hurt me while you did it. Even the pain from ripping me open felt glorious. I trusted you with every inch of my body, Damien, and I still do.”

  “Hopefully soon, you’ll trust me with your love too.”

  Chapter 20

  Damien – Just when you think you can have it all…

  After Fiona’s confession yesterday, I had spent the night fucking her until she begged for sleep. If she hadn’t had to work this morning, I wouldn’t have conceded; but I took pity on her body and finally let her fall asleep around ten.

  Tonight, however, was going to be a different story. Knowing her kink was letting me call the shots had my mind on overdrive with all the things I wanted to do to her. I had brought to life almost every fantasy I have ever had about her, except one. I was holding off until she was more comfortable with our relationship, but now…well, now I had every intention of holding her down and covering her screams with my hand as I slammed my cock into her hot, tight ass. I was going to pop her second cherry in the exact same manner that I popped her first and I planned on making her love every second of it. And so help me God, her ass better be cherry or there’d be no telling what I’d do.

  I stayed up long after she fell asleep wondering how I was going to make shit right with her. I still had one secret left that was weighing on me and I needed to find a way to make it right, which is how I found myself at her parents’ house while she was at work.

  Fiona was right about her parents. Her mother was weak and her father was a classic addict. I knew I was shaking hands with a dangerous situation when I had approached her father, but like always, I did whatever I had to in order to be near her.

  Fiona wasn’t due home until noon, so as soon as I deemed it a respectable hour, I had called her father and told him not to go into work this morning and that I’d meet him at his place around ten. Two hours was plenty of time for me to finish shit up with her father and get back home. And now I stood in front of a man I wanted to beat stupid for putting his hands on what’s mine.

  “What do you mean I have to go to GA? That was never part of the deal. You never said I had to go to counseling. You said I could cash those checks with no issue. Now you’re saying I have to stop gambling? That’s bull
shit!”

  I shook my head. “I said you could cash some checks against your end of year bonuses. I never said you could write and cash unlimited blank checks, Jared.”

  “Exactly! You didn’t, at any time, imply that there was going to be stipulations.” I had a good five inches on the man, but Jared was standing tall against me, or rather against the threat to his gambling.

  “You’re lucky I’m just insisting that you go to gamblers anonymous instead of charging you with embezzlement after learning that you hit Fiona.” I was doing my best to contain my anger, but rage kept simmering at the surface everything I thought about this man hitting my Fiona.

  He had the balls to puff up at me. “Fiona is my daughter and what happens between us is none of your business!

  “She may be your daughter, but that doesn’t give you or anyone license to put their hands on a woman.” I had to take a step back from this man before I started beating him in his own living room.

  “Hah! I’m not as stupid as you’d to think I am, Greystone. We’d never had a relationship until you bought out Smith Tees. You didn’t think I’d put it together when you approached me? The whole goddamn town knows who you are, where you went and what you accomplished. That’s the price for being the town’s prince, especially when you went after your father. That news spread like wild fire, my boy.”

  I stepped back into his personal space. “You don’t know as much as you’d like to think…”

  “I know you approaching me had something to do with Fiona. You guys went to school together, she is our only connection and you can’t deny it when I’ve seen that same black Mercedes parked outside in front of my house parked in her driveway too!”

  “Fiona and I are none of your business, Jared. I came here as a courtesy. Yeah, I may have planned all this to get to Fiona, but that doesn’t change-”

  “What?”

  The stunned questioned asked in a whisper had me turning my head so fast heat rushed up my neck. Fiona was standing in the foyer of her parents’ house. I was so caught up in not wanting to strangle her father I hadn’t heard her come in.