by Anna Antonia
I didn’t want to finish. I was greedy. I wanted more.
Damian barely let two of his fingers trace a jagged line on either side of my clit. I’d come down only to rear up again. Messily, I kissed his chest and arched up towards his perfect mouth. Our tongues tangled, lips turning red from kissing so much and for so long.
“I missed you so much, my love. You make me crazy. Always have.”
He gave me one more lingering kiss before turning his attention to my spread thighs. Damian tugged on the hair covering my mound. I knew his preference for bare but wouldn’t have known given the excitement streaking across his face.
“I can’t wait to taste you.”
Damian abruptly flipped me on my back, anchoring my thighs around his neck. Being upside down meant I was completely open to him and he took full advantage. Using two fingers to spread me wide, Damian gave me a nice, long lick before stabbing his tongue deep inside me.
“Oh my God!” Fisting my hands, I let out a sharp moan when he pinched my clit between his fingers before sucking me once.
“You like me licking your pussy like this?” Damian whispered against my slippery flesh.
“Oh fuck yes! I love your tongue! Please don’t stop!”
He let out a throaty growl while dropping butterfly kisses across my clit. The teasing drove me crazy. Damian noisily sucked me, seemingly content with licking my core for as long as he pleased.
I loved it obscenely. Damian’s dark head nestled between my legs was an ecstasy I didn’t dare think I’d have again. Not this soon.
Always needy, I pushed my hips against his face. I wanted it all, every bit of pleasure possible.
His suction increased as Damian grabbed my wrists and held them tightly. Writhing against the floor, I wasn’t long in coming. My love put me right on the edge. I hung there, gasping his name and begging for more.
He pulled back. His warm breath tickled my inner thighs. “You’ve been such a bad little girl, haven’t you?”
“Mmm…”
Damian nipped my thigh. “Use your words, my love.”
How could I ever forget how exactly he could be? Damian wanted to experience all of my reactions.
“I’ve been a very bad girl, Sir. I didn’t want—” I cut more words before I said, “I didn’t want you to know the truth. I don’t want to run away from you. I want to stay with you forever.”
Telling the truth would only bring problems.
“You didn’t what?” Damian nuzzled my mound. A serrated edge cut through his soft tone. It was just the push I needed to get my mind in the right space.
“I didn’t want to tell you how much I’ve missed this.”
He dropped his head back. “Never again, Risa. Do you understand?” He arched over me, hand grasping my chin firmly. “Never fucking again will you run from me. Your place is by my side. There’s nowhere else where you belong. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand, Damian.”
He rewarded me by lowering his head and taking my clit between his lips. I gave him three words that were true and false at the same time. He gave me one.
“Come.”
My legs shook by the time I finished calling out his name. Damian picked me up, settling my thighs on either side of his waist so I was high enough to kiss him. I slung my arms around his strong shoulders and shimmied even higher.
Damian kissed me like he owned me because he did. His lips stayed on mine as we went down the hall, the same one I paced all those months ago when he was out with Gretchen, and into the room I’d been barred from.
He set me on his wide bed. I kicked off my heels and undid my coat, mildly surprised it was still on.
Damian didn’t waste any time to slide the dress off my body, settling his hands on my hips and taking a long look at me. Suddenly, I wished he’d kept my clothes on. I didn’t want him to see the brand on my back. As if he’d heard the whisper of fear, Damian turned me around.
He froze.
“What is that?”
I licked my lips. The gloss stuck to my tongue. “It’s…ah…well…I’m not sure how to explain it.”
His hand skated across the surface lightly. “You got a tattoo. You don’t like tattoos.”
It was true. I wasn’t a fan of them personally, at least not on my body. I shouldn’t have been surprised Damian remembered that bit of pillow talk so long ago.
“I just felt like doing it.”
“Like your lips?”
“Yeah. Like my lips.”
Damian leaned closer. He then inhaled sharply. “Risa.”
I didn’t have to wonder why. I was sure he saw his initials buried deep in the black vines as well as the “K” along with the “V”. I still didn’t understand the significance of that particular initial and I feared Damian might.
“Explain.”
My hands fluttered around my waist. “I don’t know. I just…uh…I just came up with a design. A way to put the past behind me.”
I winced. It was another unintentional cruelty.
“My initials are here.”
Damian’s fingertips danced over the mark. I hoped he would mistake the “V” for a decorative element. I didn’t want him to know I had another family’s initial on my body.
“You’ve marked me into your skin. All of me.”
I recognized his throaty growl and all the sensual delights that came with it. Damian hauled off the bed. I barely had time to hold onto him as he carried me into the luxurious bathroom, fingers hard against my ass, spreading me open while he kissed me hard.
I clung to him, dizzy with lust, craving Damian’s cock so badly I thought I’d come just from imagining it piercing my body. I wanted him in every part of me, needing to feel his possession.
He didn’t bother with the lights. Damian stopped at the bank of cabinets. He kept hold of me, reaching down for an unopened bottle of lube.
I let out a shaky laugh. Damian responded, “You know what I’m taking, don’t you?”
“Yes, Damian.”
“You want it more than anything, don’t you?”
Running my fingers through his soft hair, I hissed, “Fuck yes!”
I didn’t want to wait another second longer, praying he’d simply place me on the counter and pour the gel into my tight ass before pounding me into submission.
As always, Damian drew it out.
My disappointment lasted until we tumbled into his bed, the one I fantasized about climbing into so many times before. Bad memories couldn’t take hold. Not when Damian threaded his fingers into my hair and held me down. My lips ached from our kisses but I didn’t care.
I needed more.
He tore my stockings off and then the rest. I helped him, fighting with his belt before throwing it onto the ground. Once we were both naked, Damian poured a generous amount on my folds, smearing it across my clit until I hummed with pleasure.
I never want this to end.
Damian worked me, fingering my pussy and ass until I slammed my hips down against his hand in a steady rhythm as he flicked his tongue against my tight nipple.
Damian didn’t spoil me with pleasure. He tormented me. Sensations overwhelmed my shaking body. I wanted to come so badly and I moaned as much to Damian.
“Please, Sir. I need to come!”
“You beautiful bitch, who controls this?” He sounded darkly amused, openly sadistic in his enjoyment of my carnal suffering.
Blindly, I turned my head from side to side. “Oh god! Sir, you do! Ah, fuck!”
Damian yanked my hair. “Then fucking beg me like you mean it. Make it good and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”
I eagerly proved I loved begging Damian. I sighed, moaned, and yelled it. Still he denied me. The louder I pleaded, the longer he left me on the edge.
Finally, I scrabbled my way back.
“Damian, please fuck my little ass. I want to come on your cock.”
He abruptly released my nipple with a loud “pop”. Damian becam
e a man lost to conquering me. He roughly hooked his arms beneath my legs. Spread open, I reached above me and held onto the sheets.
I wanted him so much. I didn’t want to wait any longer and told him in graphic detail.
Damian sucked in his cheeks, forehead creased in concentration. The thick head pressed hungrily against my ass. I prepared myself for the sweet sting, welcoming it even, because I knew the delicious ecstasy to follow.
He pushed past the tight ring of muscle. Damian stopped as soon as I cried out. Immediately, I yelled, “Don’t stop!”
My beautiful lover couldn’t fully trap the moan deep in his throat. His muscles strained as he visibly fought between control and abandon. I appreciated his restraint since I didn’t care about the consequences of rougher possession.
A long minute passed before he pushed forward and stopped. Neither of us wanted this pace. Damian licked his fingers and played with my swollen clit. My entire body melted into pleasure, making it that much easier for us to get what we craved.
Sweat ran down my back as I fought to keep from coming. I wanted to fall while feeling Damian deep inside me. Nothing else would satisfy.
I wiggled a bit, trying to welcome him deeper into my body. He slapped my pussy. “Stop that.”
Unrepentant, I pushed up on my elbows and moved my hips in a tight circle. Damian solved this by gripping my knee and pushing it higher.
“Risa, behave or I stop.”
I would’ve pouted if I wasn’t so transfixed at seeing him take me. I simply couldn’t look away as Damian slid into me with full control and careful precision. His hips rocked back and forth, coming into my welcoming ass one thick inch at a time.
Finally, he seated himself as far as he could go. Lust burned bright in his gaze. Excitement slackened his mouth while a bead of sweat rolled down his beautifully chiseled cheekbone.
He was so damned gorgeous I could almost cry. That would come later. Not now.
Now was about moaning when Damian gripped my hips and pulled me up so every thrust rubbed against my clit.
Now was about wrapping my arms around him so our bodies were entwined as tightly as possible.
Now was about kissing him with every bit of love in my soul.
I moaned with each thrust, getting louder the deeper he went. Damian tightened his grip, nearly driving me into a frenzy when he quickened. The sinful pleasure choked off my air supply.
Damian pushed me hard against the mattress. My widespread legs shook with each frenzied thrust. We both were losing control. Damian thrust his tongue in my mouth and then replaced it with two fingers.
He barely sat back on his legs before twisting and scissoring those long fingers in my tightly clenched core. The dual sensations became too much.
“Do as you said, my love. Come all over this cock, sweet girl. Make it…ah! Make it…make it so fucking good, Risa.”
I obeyed him, needing these last moments to be as perfect as possible.
“Oh god, Damian! Oh, yes! I love you! Yes, yes, yes!”
Wildly, I reached for him before falling back. I couldn’t risk scratching him.
Not yet. But soon.
Too soon.
***
Marcus pulled out a tiny vial. “Hold out your hands.”
The typical question of why went unspoken. Marcus turned them over and quickly dotted liquid under each nail.
“To save you the question, this is a bit of insurance. If Mr. Black-Price tries to physically stop you from leaving, dig your nails into his skin. Or shove your finger into his mouth. Even just a tiny bit of this will render him unconscious in less than a minute. Faster if he takes more.”
I felt as if the chemical would burn right through my skin. I held my hands away from me, staring at them as if these appendages belonged to another body.
I tried one last time. “There’s no other way?”
“We hurt the ones we love, Miss Kelly. Not matter how much it hurts tonight at least your Damian will be alive.”
***
I may have wished for it to be a different way, but this was my path. I’d betray Damian now just so he’d live for tomorrow.
Purposely, I dug my nails into his back and scratched down. Damian hissed and slammed his hips harder. His fiery gaze promised delicious retribution. I definitely welcomed it.
It was the least I deserved for I’d just done.
“Fuck, Risa!”
Morbidly, I watched him as if from a distance. He pistoned against me, groaning low in his throat with ecstasy as my ass clenched tight. How long was it going to take? Would he fall into unconsciousness within a minute? More?
Damian leaned down and kissed me deep while pinning my hands on either side of my head. I put my heart into it, apologizing for the twisting his trust and using it against him.
He bit down on my lip, just hard enough to sting. “I’m about to come in your ass, Risa. Then just as soon as I can, I’m going to fuck your pussy and fill you up there. Then we’ll fuck again and I’ll come over your beautiful tits. I’ll drench you, Risa—just as you like it.”
I sighed a broken moan. I loved wearing his come…but not like this. Not when I knew what was going to happen and he didn’t.
“I love you, Damian. Don’t forget it. Ever. Never ever.”
Damian threw his head back and roared my name. His large body shook, muscles tensing and releasing as his orgasm roiled through him. It went on forever in a time when forever wasn’t enough.
Finally, he dropped onto his arms over me. His gorgeous face slackened into a smile.
“You’re so good, my love. So very good.”
Damian carefully slid out of me. Then it happened.
He dropped onto his side, narrowly missing me as he fell.
In a flash, I sat up. My hands smoothed over his face and chest, checking his breathing and making sure he was okay. Damian breathed as if in deep slumber.
Blinking back my tears, I stared up at the ceiling.
You did what you came here to do. You’re betraying Damian to save him. One day you’ll be able to explain it to him. One day you’ll apologize for this. One day he’ll forgive you.
But what if one day never came?
This time my tears dropped onto his face. I wrapped my traitorous hand around the sheet and used it to wipe his jaw.
“Just stay asleep, Damian. Stay asleep and forget I was ever here.” I kissed him gently and slid away, making sure to cover his beautiful body with the sheet and feather blanket. Unsatisfied, I pulled up the comforter too, smoothing the blankets until they were just so.
I loved Damian pure and true. He loved me just as much.
But come tomorrow he might not feel the same.
Closing my eyes, I let my body drop. I hit the floor hard but barely felt the pain. I was supposed to leave Damian, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay here with him.
I could make a different choice. I could crawl into bed next to him, wake up in his arms, and begin the rest of my life with Damian. Damn the rest of the world.
Elaine’s machinations. Marcus’s assignment. Grigor’s plan.
Temptation to slide into a fantasy world beckoned. I’d confess everything Damian. Why I left him in Romania, where I’d been, what this ink was supposed to do.
Marcus would have no choice but to bring him into the plan. Between Damian’s money and resources and Marcus’s skillset, surely we’d punch our way through Grigor’s plan.
I only had five minutes left.
Reality was this. Damian was out. Marcus expected me downstairs on the dot.
I only had one move left to me.
Methodically, I put on my clothes. The stockings were tattered so I stuffed those in my pockets. Seconds later I stood there, panties damp as I dripped with Damian’s come, and looked down at his sleeping body.
I don’t want to leave you. I want to stay with your forever.
Aching with sorrow, I sat next to him and reached for his hand. I’d always loved Damian’s
hands. Elegant in their slimness with neatly-trimmed nails, these hands were those of a musician. Or a surgeon.
I bent forward and kissed the back of his beloved hand. I pressed my forehead against the smooth knuckles. I truly didn’t want to leave him. Not now. Not ever.
But it wasn’t meant to be.
“Time’s up, Miss Kelly. Let’s go.”
30
DAMIAN
I couldn’t move my body. Eyes rolling in my skull, I tried to take stock of what was happening. Muffled grunts tried to force their way through my numb lips, the result of an internal bellow, only to remained trapped.
Trapped like me.
Where was Risa? Was she in the same sorry state? I couldn’t turn over no matter how much I strained.
Then I heard the words.
“Time’s up, Miss Kelly. Let’s go.”
Heat left my hand as it dropped to the bed.
I heard Risa gasp one word.
“Marcus!”
The bastard finally had a name, but he had much more. He had Risa. Worse, he had Risa and she wasn’t screaming her head off at seeing him.
“What are you doing here? I still have two minutes!” she hissed with barely suppressed emotion.
“You should be in the elevator by now.”
“I was on my way.”
My fingers flexed, weakly scrabbling at the bed.
“Damian?” I sensed Risa over me. “Are you awake? Can you hear me?”
Yes! What’s happening?
“He’s fine, Miss Kelly.”
I’m not fine. I can’t move!
“You told me this would knock him out. I saw his hand move.”
You knew would happen to me? You planned for it to happen to me?
“A reflex. Nothing more. Time’s ticking and we have a schedule. After you, Miss Kelly.”
Don’t you fucking take her!
“In a minute. Marcus, are you sure this won’t hurt him? Really sure?”
Risa don’t leave me!
“Very. He’ll wake up refreshed. Now I really must insist.”
“Wait. I’m not ready—”
“Now.”
I felt Risa’s body leave mine completely. I pushed with all my might to break free, but I could do nothing but scream her name silently as she walked out of my life with another man.