Jason laughed. “Okay. I can do an early dinner with drinks and bad decisions. How bad are we talking about?”
“Bad like I want to wake up possibly impregnated by a total stranger bad.”
I let out my first genuine laugh since Friday. God, I love this woman and if she ends up pregnant by a complete stranger, I have every intention of helping her raised that sweet baby. But then a thought occurred to me. “You don’t think that’d ruin things between you and Will?”
She huffed. “Puhlease, unless his dick can reach me all the way from New York, my legs ain’t staying closed for a man who I know isn’t keeping his pants on for me.”
“Okay, who’s Will?”
“Okay, while I go jump in the shower and try to make myself presentable, Vicky can tell you all about her new friend Will.”
I scurried on into my bedroom and gathered my clothes before heading to the bathroom to shower. As I made me way over, I could hear Vicky telling Jason all about Will. I turned on the shower and stepping underneath the spray, I had to admit it felt wonderful. I knew I couldn’t hold a pity party forever and tonight was the first step to getting my shit together.
As I showered, my thoughts wandered to Jason. I thought it was weird that I could hang out with him and feel nothing sexual when I had just slept with him not too long ago. When I tried to think back to the sex, it was like a distant memory that carried no emotion. Earlier when he touched my face, my first thought had been that he shouldn’t be touching me because of Damien. I felt nothing other than trepidation that he was overstepping when I belonged to another man.
But I didn’t belong to another man. I kicked that other man out of my house and told him not to come back. Yet, here I was in the shower confused and angry about it.
I finished showering but stayed under the cold spray as long as I could to try to diminish my puffy eyes. When I couldn’t take the cold anymore I got out and proceeded to get ready. Since my mission was to just get drunk and not get impregnated by a stranger, I kept with the basics. A little mascara, a touch of lip gloss and my hair thrown up in a messy bun and I was ready to go in my green summer dress. I just needed to strap on my sandals and I’d be ready to go.
I went and grabbed my shoes from my bedroom then made my way into the living room. I sat down on one of the mismatched armchairs. “Have you guys decided where we should go?”
Jason was sitting on the couch next to Vee with his arm draped over the back rest. “Nope. Vee just finished filling me in on her night of cucumber debauchery, so we haven’t gotten that far yet.”
“I’m not picky. I just need enough food to offset the liquor so that I don’t fall out before midnight.”
Jason leaned up a little. “Midnight? You do know that it’s only a little past three, Fee, right? You’re talking almost ten hours of drinking.”
I held up a finger. “That is an incorrect assessment, sir. By the time we get to wherever we choose to eat, it’ll be closer to four. Then we’ll order and bullshit, which will kill at least an hour, if not an hour and a half, bringing us upon the six o’clock hour or so. Then we’ll make our way to the bar of our choosing, which will most likely be Mercury’s and that will kill another fifteen minutes or so. By the time we find a table and order our first round, we’ll be closer to seven giving us a window of four or five hours to drink since we all have to work in the morning.”
Jason started clapping. “My apologies, I defer to the professionals.”
I started laughing at his nonsense. “Seriously, unless we all plan on calling in sick tomorrow, I think we’re going to have to hold off on getting pregnant until next weekend.”
“Way to kill my dreams, Fee. What have I ever done to you to deserve that?’
“You can thank me nine months from now when you’re not delivering a kid, thus ruining all your future tequila ridden nights.”
“She’s got a point, Vick,” Jason agreed.
Vicky chewed on her lower lip. “Maybe.”
“Okay, put your shoes on, Fee, and-”
Another knock on the door clouded the room in silence.
“Jesus, is this Visit Fiona Day?” I mumbled. With my luck, it’s probably my parents wanting me to save them from another disastrous situation they’ve put themselves in. I headed towards the door barefooted.
Jason and Vicky stood up simultaneously. “Fiona, hold up a sec…” Vicky started.
I had my hand on the doorknob as I looked back. “Why? What’s up?”
I could see her and Jason exchange an uneasy glance. “What if it’s Damien? Fee, he’ll lose his shit if he see Jason here.”
I let out a hopeless huff. “Damien is not going to drive down here on a Sunday, Vicky. Besides, he’s Damien Greystone III, I’m sure he’s knee deep in females willing to help him forget all about me.”
I twisted the knob and pulled the door open. My heart leapt into my throat as my eyes took in the fact that it was indeed Damien standing at my front door. “Damien, what…”
He pushed his way in and stormed into the living room. I shut the door as his eyes fell to Jason. He turned around and the look on his face had me wanting to run.
Chapter 22
Damien – Prison it is.
People say ‘I just saw red’ or ‘I blanked out’ all the time and you think it’s just an expression. Well, I’m here to tell you that it’s not. Because the second I saw that sonofabtich, Jason, standing in Fiona’s living room, I lost my mind.
It was too many things attacking me at once as he stood there assessing me. This is the only other man who’s touched Fiona in a way that’s my right only. This man has kissed her body and knows what it feels like to be inside her. And now this same man is standing in her living room days after she tells me to leave and never come back.
If I’m going to prison, then it’s going to be worth it all around. I charged him and-smart man-he saw it coming. He wasn’t quick enough to avoid the blow though. I hit that fucker as if I had just caught him in bed with Fiona.
“Damien!” Fiona screamed.
Jason fought back and it just fueled my need to destroy him. I could hear the girls screaming and pleading with us to stop, but they’d have better luck trying to unlock two rams fighting for dominance.
Every sound was a vague orchestra to our punches. The furniture breaking, the girls’ endless pleas, the grunts, none of it could break through the blood rushing through my ears.
Fiona is fucking mine whether she wants to be or not and I meant what I said when I told her I’d kill any man who touched her. I didn’t know what he was doing here and I didn’t give a fuck. All I knew was that he was too close to Fiona for my liking.
He wasn’t a pussy I’ll say that for him, though. Unfortunately for him, I had obsessive rage on my side. I hit the fucker until I saw blood squirt from his face then worked my fury on his body. He hit back and even landed a few, but it did nothing to deter me.
“Damien! Stop! Please stop!” Fiona begged.
I wasn’t going to stop. I was going to keep hitting him until he was dead. My plan came to an abrupt end when Vicky jumped in between us. I wasn’t my father and no matter how enraged I may be, I’d never hit a woman. Ever.
As soon as I pulled my fist back, Fiona was wrapping her arms around my waist trying to pull me back. “Damien, stop! Oh God, please stop!”
I turned my back on Jason and stared Fiona down. “Two days? My side of the fucking bed isn’t even cold and you bring this motherfucker into our home?!”
I didn’t care that it was technically her house. She was my home. Therefore anywhere she was; that was my fucking home.
I noticed her hands were balled into fist at her side. “It’s not like that! We’re friends!”
“No you are not! You’re out of your ever lovin’ mind if you think I will allow you to be friends with someone you used to fuck!”
“That’s bullshit!” I whirled around as Vicky found her voice. “They were friends way before anything ever
happened between them, and unless you’re going to stand there and tell us you’ve kept your dick in your pants for the past ten years, then you and your dictations can go to hell!”
I knew Fiona was going to hate me, but I didn’t care right now. Nothing else mattered in this moment except getting Jason away from Fiona. I stalked towards Vicky-and credit to Jason as he stepped up next to her-held nothing back. “Test me, Victoria.” My voice had never been so controlled and so cold. “Test me on this and see what happens. You above anyone else on earth should know what lengths I’ll go to for her. I’m not scared to go to prison and I’m not scared to go to prison for murder. So make your fucking move!”
Fiona was in between us in a flash. “Damien, please!”
I looked down at the only person who could drive me to the brink of madness. “Get rid of them both, Fiona, or so help me God I will burn this fucking place to the ground with both of them in it!”
Jason stepped up and I didn’t know whether to praise his bravery or mock his stupidity. His face was bloody and I noted that he didn’t wipe it away. “We’ll leave.” He grabbed Vicky’s hand and I saw him squeeze the shit out of it. “We’re leaving, but if anything happens to Fiona or Vicky, you’re going to have to kill me, because I will come after you. They’re my friends whether you like it or not.”
I stepped to him because this was a battle for dominance even if he was the one covered in blood and not me. “Fiona and Vicky aren’t yours to protect. Fiona is mine. Fiona has always been mine. You may have been lucky enough to experience her, but she was never going to be yours. Never.”
“I’m not here to bump dicks with you. Even if you keep Fiona away from me, Vicky is still my friend,” He countered.
I laughed at that and looked over at Vicky. “We’ll see what Will has to say about that, won’t we?”
Vicky looked ready to do battle, but before she could attack, Fiona jumped in. “Please, just please guys. Stop!” She stood in front of me looking at her friends. “It’s fine, guys. I…I’ll be okay. It’ll be okay. I’ll call you. I promise.”
Vicky begrudgingly tugged on Jason’s arm and pulled him behind her as they left. As soon as I heard the door shut, I grabbed Fiona by the arm and swung her around to face me. “I’m only going to say this once, Fiona. If you don’t want your boyfriend six feet under then stay the fuck away from him!”
She tried to break my hold, but there was no way I was letting go of her. “He’s not my boyfriend. I’m not a whore, Damien, no matter what I let you do to me in the bedroom,” she seethed.
I grabbed her other arm and yanked her forward until her body was flushed with mine. “If you think the things I’ve done to you so far qualify you as a whore, the things I still have planned for you are sure to make you feel like a filthy slut. Anything you let Jason do to you is going to be like chaste kisses compared to the depraved things I’m going to make you fucking love.” Fiona freed her arm and slapped me so hard, my face snapped sideways.
And my dick got rock hard.
I knew deep down she hadn’t been with Jason, but that didn’t ease the need to claim her again. I gathered as much of her hair as I could in my hand and drug her towards the bedroom. Had she asked me to stop, I would have. Had she started crying and pleading with me to let her go, I would have. Not because I would walk away, but because she wasn’t the violent type and for her to slap me, I knew she had reached her limit.
But she didn’t do or say anything. Fiona let me lead her to the bedroom and that gave me all the permission I needed to ruin her for all other men.
Once I got her in the bedroom I threw her up against the wall and slammed my mouth down on hers. I told myself that if she didn’t open her mouth up to me, I’d leave and give her more time to calm down. But if…if she opened up those sweet lips to me, nothing was going to stop me from ripping her apart.
I slanted my lips over hers and just when I thought she was slipping through my fingers, Fiona let out a tortured moan and opened up for me. I slipped my tongue inside her hot waiting mouth and kissed her like I was tongue fucking her pussy. A normal man couldn’t handle my need for this woman. She might kick me out when this was all over, but I was going to own her body until she suffered withdrawals from the pleasure only I could give her.
Fiona ran her hands up my arms and buried them in my hair anchoring me to her mouth. The second she did so, I ran the hand that wasn’t tangled in her hair up her leg, thanking every deity out there that she had on a dress, and ripped her panties clean off her body.
I had to release my hold on her hair as I took both her thighs in my hands and lifted her so her pussy cradled my cock as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I press my steel against her core and she tore her lips away from mind to let out a desperate gasp, “Oh God!”
“Even He can’t save you from me, baby.” If she thought the marks I left on her before were over the top, by the time I was done with her she was going to look like she’d been beaten. I bit my way down her neck and instead of going to the cutesy nibble I bit down on her neck until her blood coated my tongue.
“Damien!”
I held her to the wall with my body and with my teeth still latched onto her neck I used my hands to unbutton my jeans and lower my shit far enough to get my dick out. Supporting her highs in my hands again and spreading them as far as I could, I slammed my cock into pussy. Luckily for her, she was so wet I was able to enter her with minimal resistance.
I pulled back from her neck and the vicious mark left on her had me growling like a fucking animal. I pumped into her cunt with so much force her body was climbing up the wall. I slipped out after a pump so potent it pushed her up several inches that I was done with the wall.
I carried her over to the bed and dropping her on it, I grabbed her by her hips and flipped her over. I hurriedly threw off my shirt and removed the rest of my clothes. I climbed up on the bed behind her and her flimsy dress was no match for my need for her. I reached over and grabbing both straps I ripped that shit down the middle until it fell flat underneath her on the bed. I removed her bra and then she was perfectly naked, bent over in front of me.
I ran my hand up her back until it settled on the back of her neck. Then I circled my fingers around her and pushed down until I was certain she couldn’t fight me. I leaned over and covered her body with mine as I whispered in her ear, “Tell me you want my cock, baby.”
She whimpered, but didn’t say anything as I licked the back of her shoulder.
I rubbed my cock up and down her wet slit. “Fucking tell me.”
“Damien, please! Don’t tease me.”
“Well since you don’t want to tell me how to please you, I’ll just have to figure it out for myself.” I buried myself inside her wet cunt until my pelvis was flushed with her ass. I felt the tip of my dick knock up against the wall of her cervix and she let out a brutal cry.
Slamming into her pussy I slipped the fingers on my free hand inside her along with my dick. I needed her cream, but I wasn’t going to take my cock out to get it. She took in a ragged breath when I took my cream soaked fingers and traced that forbidden puckered hole of hers. Her reaction confirmed my hope that she’d never been touched there and all I knew is that if she let me in, I’d never believe her again if she told me she wanted me gone. No woman gives up that part of her body unless she’s in love or an outright whore.
And Fiona was no whore.
It wasn’t hard to slip a finger inside as covered as my fingers were in her wetness. I leaned over her stiff body, whispering in her ear, “Breathe, baby. I need you to breathe for me.” I wanted to ruin her, but I didn’t want to do untold damage to her body. I planned on fucking her in the ass a million times over by the time we were dead, so I needed to make this pleasurable for her.
“Damien, I…”
“Shhh, baby, just relax. I promise to make you love it, Halloween.”
I could feel her body relax against my invasion and after a few strokes I slid anothe
r finger into her tight ass. I matched the strokes to the thrusting of my cock and slowly but surely I could feel her give in to the sensations. “You like that, baby?”
“Yes.” It was barely audible, but I heard it nonetheless.
I straightened up and leaned back as far as I could and watched both my cock and my fingers breach her fuck holes and I had never seen a dirtier, sexier, hungrier sight in all my life. It was a miracle I wasn’t blowing my load yet.
I was so enraptured by the sight of her body I missed what she was saying. I removed my hand from the back of her neck and used it to lift her chin off the bed. “What’s that baby?”
“Do it.”
My heart started beating with enough force to push out of my chest. “Do what, Fiona?”
“Do it…like…like…”
I knew what she wanted, but I needed to hear her say it. I needed permission. “What, baby? You have to tell me what you want. Tell me how you need it. Tell me how you need me to give it to you.”
She let out a deep moan as I started scissoring my fingers in her ass, opening her up wider. My dick was too thick not to hurt her, but I was going to do my best. “Graduation night, Damien, take me like graduation night.”
I ran my hand from her chin and covered her mouth air tight with it and taking my fingers out of her ass; I took a hold of my cock and guided the head to the opening of her forbidden entrance. My cock was drenched in her juices and because it was so fucking hard I was able to slam my way into her tight, hot ass in one thrust.
Fiona let out a scream that rivaled the one she gifted me with when I broke through her virginity ten years ago. Her fingers were clawing at the sheets and just when I thought I might have gone too far, she pushed her ass back taking me in even deeper.
I don’t remember much after that seeing as how I lost my mind with that one little movement. I just know I never removed my hand from her mouth and I rammed my cock into her ass with so much force and need that I didn’t even notice when Fiona bit the palm of my hand.
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