by Anne, Melody
She didn’t even have time to take a breath of air before his mouth sucked all protests away. He kissed her long and hard, his tongue quickly slipping inside her mouth and tangling with hers. She felt the movement from Damien’s footsteps, knowing he was going somewhere but she was lost in the moment and couldn’t focus on anything else but being in his arms again.
“You make me burn. One minute I want to throttle you, and then the next I want to make you submit to me. Just remember, Sierra, I love a good chase. You can run from me anytime you want, because I’ll always catch you. Lucky for you, the punishment will be mutually satisfying,” Damien said with a wicked gleam in his eye before he set her down and gripped her blouse.
Her cotton shirt went flying behind her seconds before she felt the clasp of her bra unhook inviting the cool evening air to touch her exposed nipples.
She looked around in panic, afraid someone was going to walk by at any moment. She realized they were in the middle of the brush and she was sitting on a large fallen tree. As the sun started dropping in the sky, vibrant colors casting shadows across Damien’s now naked chest, desire consumed her.
She should refuse him, not allow him to cart her off into the woods and ravish her body. As his face descended and his mouth grasped her nipple, all thoughts of fleeing evaporated. She groaned as he sucked her sensitive tip into his mouth and washed it with his tongue.
“Yes, this is what I need,” he cried as he lifted his head and moved to her other breast. He sucked her nipple deep inside his mouth before lightly clamping his teeth down, causing a surge of wetness to soak her panties.
“Please, just take me, Damien,” she begged as her thighs opened, her body instinctively knowing what she needed.
His hands drifted to her pants, and he quickly undid them, stripping her naked in seconds before laying her down on the moss covered log. The coolness of the moss felt incredible as her body went up in flames.
He quickly stripped his own clothes, his erection standing proudly in front of her. With no thought but a need to taste him, Sierra reached out and gripped his silken rod.
Before he could protest, she wrapped her lips around him, tasting the salty desire on the solid tip of his shaft.
Damien groaned as he reached down and pushed her legs apart as he skimmed his fingers across her swollen folds. She cried out around the fullness of his arousal. He knew how to make her lose her mind with nothing more than a few brushes of his hand.
Within a minute, Sierra exploded, her mouth clamping tightly around his solid shaft, her body a trembling mess as she shattered repeatedly. He pulled from her before she could hurt him and she gasped as she pled for mercy.
“No more,” she begged, the pleasure so intense it almost hurt.
“Oh, Sierra, there’s plenty more,” he growled as he stood, lifting her easily in his arms. He set her on a higher log, perfectly aligning her heat with his swollen manhood.
“Yes, I want you in me,” she said as he pushed against her. This is what she needed. His hands ran up her sides, his fingers skimming her quivering flesh as he rubbed his arousal against the outside of her heat, making her want to scream.
“Now, Damien. Take me now,” she commanded him as she gripped his head and pulled him closer to her. She was through playing. She wanted his body buried in hers.
“I thought you said no more, Sierra,” he taunted as he kissed the corner of her mouth, his tongue moistening her dry lips.
“No, I want more. Please, Damien. Please give me more,” she begged. She didn’t care. She needed him.
At her pleas, he stopped taunting her and with a smooth, strong push, he buried himself deep inside her heat, nearly lifting her from the log with the power of his thrust.
“Yes, like that. More,” she panted as he pulled out and quickly pushed back inside.
“You’re so hot, Sierra, so hot and tight. I can barely think when I’m buried inside you. I want nothing more than to pound against you so hard you won’t be able to move for a week,” he panted as his movement quickened.
“Yes, do it hard, Damien,” she encouraged.
He groaned as his hands gripped her hips roughly and he began thrusting his hips quickly in and out of her wet heat. She felt the build-up of another orgasm, welcomed the pressure starting in her stomach and radiating outward.
Her body tensed as his steel penetrated her, moving in and out in lightening quick movements, touching her to the very depths of her womanhood. She felt her body gripping him tighter, felt his smooth rod filling every available inch of space inside her.
With a hard thrust that rocked her entire body, Sierra shattered around him, her body coming undone as the pleasure peaked and she gripped him in convulsions, causing him to cry out as he slammed against her a few more times before he finally stilled.
His head came down and rested on her shoulder as he slowly started regaining control of his breathing.
He looked up, the last of the evening light barely illuminating his face. She was speechless as she gazed into his emerald eyes, which were radiating pleasure.
“Please feel free to run from me anytime you want,” he said as his lips turned up into a cocky grin.
Sierra was dumbfounded for a moment until she realized it would be pretty hard to pull of indignation considering he was still firmly locked inside of her and she was naked in his arms. She could either get upset, or decide to let it go.
“You weren’t half bad,” she mocked him.
His brows furrowed as he looked at her. She could tell he was trying to decide if she was taunting him, or if she really felt that way.
“Not half bad? Well, I guess I’ll just have to do it better this time,” he said with a smile before his mouth descended on hers.
By the time they found their clothes in the dark and made their way to the car, Sierra was practically frozen and could barely walk, but it was certainly the most exciting trip she’d ever had to a park.
Chapter Twenty
“Look, Damien, you’ve proven that I want you. You’ve shown me a world of emotions and sensations I never even imagined existed before meeting you,” Sierra started.
“Why do I get the feeling there’s a but coming up?” he asked, his tone wary.
“ – But…” Sierra paused, “This isn’t a good idea. Yes, the sex is great, but I’m in no way capable of having a cheap affair followed by you discarding me like yesterday’s trash.”
“You think pretty little of me, obviously,” he stated, his tone turning cold.
“It’s not that I think little of you, it’s that I know how men like you work.”
The truth of what she said – his original intentions – stung as if she’d slapped him across the face. Had he not let his heart become involved, he certainly would’ve discarded her without a second thought. The reality was that he had let his heart complicate the matter. He enjoyed her company…her laughter…her femininity. Her words stung, causing him to disguise the pain with the coldest chagrin. Damien Whitfield was never denied.
They were silent for the rest of the drive to his house. Sierra looked weary as she followed him inside his home.
He walked to his study with her slowly trailing behind. His first stop was his liquor cabinet. He needed to soothe his wounded ego. After a shot of whiskey, which he hated, he could feel the effects numbing the ache in his chest.
“What would you like to drink?” He said, turning to her.
“I’m fine,” she answered as she nervously licked her lips.
He poured her a glass of red wine and walked over, handing her the glass. She lifted it to her lips and automatically took a sip.
“This is ridiculous, Damien. The silent treatment isn’t helping. You said you wanted to talk about the work issue, then let’s talk about it. I don’t want to talk about the sex thing anymore.”
“You work for me. What else is there to understand,” he said as he crowded her personal space. She backed up and sat down in one of his chairs.
“I don’t know what my job is. It’s still unclear as to why you even hired me,” she said as she stepped back. “You’re my assistant. Your job is to do whatever I need you to do,” he reminded her.
“Well, if the job is to just sit around day in and out, I’d rather resign,” she said, her gaze meeting his for the first time since the park.
“I have plenty of ‘hands on’ things you can do, Sierra,” he said with a growl in his voice. He slowly started approaching her again.
He watched as she finished her glass and nervously swallowed. He reached her chair and leaned down, his hands gripping the wood arms on either side of her.
“I’m not used to this kind of life, Damien. To tell you the truth, you frighten me,” she whispered, her breath hitching as he leaned closer to her.
“You’re a smart woman, Sierra. You should be afraid. I want a lot from you, a lot more than I originally planned,” he said with a wicked smile.
∞∞∞
Panic washed through Sierra in waves. What if he tried taking more than she was capable of giving? What did she have to give, anyway? She had nothing – nothing that would appeal to a man like Damien. He may be amused by her for a short time, but then what? What happened when she was half in love with him, and he was done playing? She wasn’t afraid of him physically abusing her like her father did, but she had a feeling that Damien could do far more damage to her heart in a short amount of time, with nothing more than his words, than anything her father had ever done to her body, with his fists.
She couldn’t think when he was so close to her, his hot breath softly caressing her face, his scent filling her nostrils, his body so temptingly near. She fought the desire to reach out and touch him, run her fingers along his solid chest, trail her hand down his stomach, feel the bulge she knew was present in his pants.
“Is this only a game?” she finally asked.
He tensed as he shot up straight and began removing his jacket. The muscles in his shoulders rippled beneath the thin linen shirt he was wearing. The man exuded agitation, causing a pang to tear through her chest. It seemed he was playing a game. Until that moment, she didn’t realize how badly she’d wanted him to tell her she meant something – anything other than a cheap lay. She quickly stood from the chair, needing to pace to help sort out the annoying stir within her.
“What game are you playing, Damien? Is it a power struggle with my father? Did he wrong you in some way? Is the whole point to humiliate me? If that’s the case and you’re seeking revenge on my dad by hurting me, it won’t work. He could care less if you hurt me. You would’ve been much better off going for my sister,” she said with bitterness.
Damien stilled and turned to look at her, as if assessing if her words were true or not. She held her head high while she looked back. Let him think what he wanted. She was too tired of men using her to care much at that point.
“I want revenge!”
Sierra was stunned by the passion in his tone as the words barreled out of him. She couldn’t imagine what her father had done to cause him so much anguish and hatred, though she wasn’t surprised. Douglas Monroe took what he wanted, when he wanted it, and anyone who happened to be in his way got run over.
“I want what was robbed from me, from my mother. I want revenge and I won’t stop until I have it.”
Sierra looked at the myriad of emotions flashing in Damien’s eyes, the rest of his face like stone. She didn’t understand what he was saying. What was taken from him? What did she have to do with it? What had her father done now?
The silence was suffocating in its intensity. She had to make him see that he’d get nothing by going through her.
“My father hates me, Damien. You won’t get anything out of him by using me. I don’t know how to make you understand that,” Sierra said, the admission puncturing a hole straight through her. To utter the words aloud was humiliating. It wasn’t a secret that Douglas despised her. Sure, he put on airs when they were out, but he didn’t try very hard to mask his disdain for his eldest child.
“This has nothing to do with your father, Sierra,” he said as he took a determined step in her direction.
Confusion ran rampant through her mind. She’d never met Damien Whitfield before that moment in her father’s study, so she couldn’t see what she could’ve possibly done to wrong him – or worse – hurt him.
“I never even knew you in the past, Damien. I couldn’t have possibly done anything to cause you to seek revenge against me.”
Sierra took several retreating steps as he continued his deliberate approach. It didn’t matter how long it took him, because in the end he would pounce and come out victorious.
“It’s not you, either,” he said, his lips turning up in a sardonic smile.
“Then, who? I don’t want to play your games, Damien. I demand you stop this!”
At her words, he actually complied. Sierra was surprised enough she stopped her retreat and stared at him as he threw his head back and laughed. What the heck? Had he lost his mind? Was she going to end up on the front page of all the tabloids? She could see it now, Unwanted Heiress killed by crazy Tycoon. She was sure they’d find her body mutilated, and then manage to get a shot of her father presenting a tear.
The thought of her father crying for the camera angered her more than the thought of Damien going crazy and killing her.
Damien began his accent, pinning her to the back of the couch, her legs trapped against the high backed piece of furniture, his arms caging her in.
Desire flooded through her, causing her breath to deepen and her tongue to drift out and moisten her lips. His eyes narrowed in on the movement before slowly lifting upward and connecting with her gaze.
“I will get vengeance, Sierra, revenge against your best friend and all her relatives. You see, you were my ticket in because of who you knew. When your father called, I wanted nothing to do with him. I know the kind of man he is, but when I found out who you associated with, I figured it was my lucky day. I want them comfortable around me, thinking they’re safe and sound. They may have no trouble sleeping at night, but I know the truth about the Anderson’s. I know who they really are,” he said, his mouth only an inch from her own.
What?? Sierra’s mind raced trying to make quick sense of Damien’s words. She couldn’t understand why he’d want to hurt Bree or any of her family? They were some of the best people she knew.
“I…I don’t understand.”
“It’s really quite simple, Sierra. Joseph and George Anderson swooped in and stole everything from my father – the corporation he helped his father build, the money he was left, everything! He was with my mother at the time, and she was pregnant with me. A few months after she had me, he died. She believes he took his own life, though that wasn’t proven. Every last dime was ripped away from her. To make matters worse, she found out she was pregnant again. She knew she couldn’t feed two children, so she left the hospital without my sister. To this day I haven’t been able to find her.
“My mother died in a filthy apartment after leading an impossibly hard life. I swore to her I’d seek revenge, and I will. You were just a convenient step at getting Joseph and George’s children to trust me. Once they do, I can get to their fathers, and they’ll pay – they’ll pay for what they put my mother through, for the loss of my sister, for the hell I endured as a child.”
Damien took a breath, not backing up even the slightest as he pushed his words out through his teeth.
No. He didn’t have the facts right. She knew Joseph and George. They would never be that cold-hearted.
“They would’ve helped your mom if she asked,” Sierra said, regretting her words instantly when she saw the fire flare in his eyes.
“She went to them. She begged for their help, and they shut the door in her face, saying they wanted nothing to do with her or her bastard son,” he seethed.
“That can’t be true. I won’t believe it,” Sierra said, her own anger rising at his ill will of this
family she loved.
“Believe it. The world isn’t all fairy tales and pixie dust, Sierra. You need to grow up and face reality. You’ve signed on to help me, and if you go back on your word, I’ll return you to your father and you can face his wrath,” Damien threatened.
Sierra would face a thousand lashes from her father to save her friend. Even though she in no way wanted to return to the horrible man, being away from him for a few weeks had strengthened her in many ways. She still feared him, knew he’d come through on his threats and kill her if he so deemed, but for some reason, the longer she was away, the more she realized what a weak man her father truly was.
If he wanted her dead, she’d already be gone. No, death wasn’t what Douglas wanted for her, he wanted her miserable. Once she stopped giving him the power over her, the thrill would be gone and he’d stop. If not, she’d rather die than live with him again.
Her mind whirled as she tried to figure out why Damien felt so hostile toward the Anderson’s. If she rushed to Bree and told her everything, she wouldn’t learn the rest of Damien’s plan. She needed more information, what his next move would be. If he really knew these people who he thought had wronged him, he’d realized how mistaken he was. The Anderson’s were truly good.
“What’s the matter, Sierra? Will daddy cut you off of your colossal allowance if you displease him? He assured me you’d do whatever I want. Well, the cards are on the table – how much is your integrity worth?” he mocked.
Sierra narrowed her instantly rage filled eyes. Let him think what he wanted. She’d rather he thought she was a greedy socialite than him knowing the reality of the years of abuse she’d suffered, of how long she’d been nothing more than a weak, pathetic, beaten-down child. She’d never get the image of her father’s hand rising high in the air, only to slam down on her innocent flesh, out of her head.
Maybe it was the years she’d taken care of her sister, or the countless times she’d needed rescuing and no one came, but she felt a desire to fix Damien. She had to mend the fences between him and his family. She was clueless on how she was going to do it and she had a feeling she’d despise Damien by the time it was all over, but maybe their family would be healed, and her best friend safe.