by Celia Crown
Under normal circumstances, I would protest and refuse to cooperate with someone who just turned my life upside down. I should be angry that he didn’t ask for my permission to take the life I had and transform it into a life that he wants me to have. I should be scared that Damon has the power to do things that aren’t socially acceptable.
There is nothing normal about Damon Landon or me, Chloe Evans.
I’m so annoying, I beat myself up. This perfect man is offering me everything I could ever dream up and I’m hesitating because I can’t wrap my head around him for actually wanting me.
“What do you want?” he asks.
I ignore him.
My chest expands for a deep breath, settling down my scattered thoughts after a rough hurricane went through it.
I should accept, I want to accept everything he offered, but I can’t. What if he realizes after a couple of months that I’m not what he thought I was. I’m not as interesting as Fawn makes me out to be and I sure as hell don’t have the social and beauty skills to keep a man like him satisfied. He probably has women flocking around him, throwing their breasts at him and swinging their legs over each other to seduce him.
A bitter taste of jealousy comes to me, I huff angrily at myself. Why would I subject myself to this kind of torture, I don’t want to know the women in his life and I don’t want to know how many have successfully made it to his bed.
My legs are not eighty percent of my height, I’m merely a simple girl trying to avoid ditches on the ground more times that I’ve talked to a boy.
Damon is not a boy in any sense.
I’ve decided, a burning determination is protective. I’m going to deny this man even when I want him so bad, but I’m thinking of the future and where I would be if this doesn’t work out.
Better safe than sorry.
I’m going to use logic on this man.
“I mean, you don’t really know me. And, I don’t really know you.” I begin, my voice is weak and pitiful.
However, he doesn’t hold back when he answers. In a way, I think he’s expecting this from me. “I’m Damon Landon, I own Obsidian and this hotel, I’ve been in this business for eight years with Falcon. I’m the only child, my parents are in my hometown and you will meet them soon. I’m not with anyone, and I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. You’re the only one I want.”
“O-oh,” I stammer, unable to find my voice as I stumble around. “I mean, okay, I—I’m Chloe Evans and I’m an only child too. I’m taking courses for college and I live with Fawn.”
I purse my lips, “I’m sorry, I don’t know how to do this.”
He strokes my cheek, there’s no rush in his words as he smiles at me. “You’re fine, I can guide you.”
“I’m not really—” I pause with a thoughtful look, what do I say? Where do we stand? “—good at making friends.”
“I want more than friends.” he kisses my lips as an emphasis.
I open my mouth instinctively, his tongue slithers in and caresses mine with sensual flicks that has my nipples tightening.
Right, I’m naked. My pussy lays directly on top of his pulsing cock, the rough pants material scrapes my clit and a shiver passes to my toes.
“From now on, you’re mine and I’ll take care of you. Anything you want, it’s yours.” he tweaks a nipple between his fingers, rolling the harden nub wickedly.
He’s distracting me from my mission, though I don’t want to convince him to give up on me.
Honestly, I don’t even know what I want to do anymore, all I know is that I don’t want his hands to stop.
It’s a question that comes out, no fire in my voice as I say, “I have to go home?”
“I’m afraid not,” he replies immediately, my hips twist down on his cock. The stimulation brought to my clit gets him a shoulder full of nails.
I pout at him, “But you just said anything I want.”
Some would say that if he can’t honor his promise after just dishing it out, then he’s not trustworthy.
I trust him either way.
He tucks a piece of black hair behind my ear and murmurs his words on my cheek, it throbs in preparation to get teeth marks again. “I can give you money, you can travel, you can do whatever you want. Within reason, little girl. I cannot allow you to leave me. My home is yours.”
Damon doesn’t bite down, he holds his lips on my cheek as a long kiss.
“So, I’m a hostage?” I squeak.
He makes me look into his deep green eyes, it shows honesty and passionate yearning. “Never, you’re free to go anywhere, however, you’ll be at my side. If you wish to return home, then I’ll live with you.”
“I don’t think my landlord appreciates another roommate.” I try, unsuccessful when he smiles indulgently at me.
“I brought your apartment.” Damon’s big hand palms my breast, fingers spread over my heart.
He must feel what he’s doing to me, my heart is singing to him and serenading their tempo to lure him like a siren.
I’m taken back by his words, I quake a smile. “O-oh. It doesn’t really have anything, and you look like someone who likes expensive things, so you probably shouldn’t live with me.”
“What I have are only monetary,” he counters back quickly.
Fluid drops viscously out from my sore pussy and his fingers catch the thick dollops of mixed cum and fluids, he smears the warm dewiness over my slits and circling it to my clit. My thighs tremble heavily as he slips two fingers in.
My walls open for him without resistance, it’s filthy at how loud my pussy is sucking him in. I lose my coherency for minutes while he toys with my body, I’m climbing that high again and he’s there to catch me while I topple over the edge.
I moan, and I cry his name, breathlessly and mewling. He keeps his fingers in and his thumb returns to just press on the slippery button. He doesn’t rub, he doesn’t roll it, he simply set his thumb on with pressure to keep a constant wave of sparks.
Though, I’m not the one to give up. “You need your thousand-dollar water filter and five-star meals, you should just stay in your own home and we can pretend this is a spring break story.”
He’s calm and proper, fingers deep inside me with a voice of patience. “I can overlook everything else but you. I can assure you that the only thing I need in my life is you.”
“You just met me. I have really bad luck and casinos are mostly luck. I think. Probably. Point being, you should find someone more on your level.” my voice tapes off to a murmur at the end, even I’m not convinced I want that.
“That’s fine with me.”
I sigh, not from relief but defeat. Of course he wants someone who is equally gorgeous as him. My heart throbs painfully as it tumbles down to my tummy, I feel like throwing up at his confession.
This is what I want right? For him to finally understand that I’m a difficult person when I want to be, it’s not a great trait to have.
“I want Chloe Evans.”
I quake with a shocked shriek.
“You can’t!” I shake my head, dropping the comforter down my back as I lift myself closer to him. My breasts bounce at my sudden movements, cool air clinging onto my heated skin from the small orgasm he gave me.
“I can.” he circles his arm around me, the black tattoos blending into my dark hair as he yanks me back onto his cock. A sharp thrust from his hip drags a whimper from my lips, his green eyes focus in preparation.
“I’m a gold-digger.” I clear my throat, eyes casting away awkwardly.
What’s wrong with me? I want to yank my hair at the stupidity that just came out of my mouth. No one in their right mind would admit to being a gold-digger.
I can’t even lie with a straight face, another reason why a casino owner shouldn’t find me attractive.
“My money is at your disposal.” he keeps his eyes on me, but his hands are making work of the button and zipper of his pants.
My mouth dries, my brain short-circuits. �
�I’m a stingy drama queen, a narcissist too.”
He shifts, and his cock is free to touch my pussy, I purse my lips tightly.
Damon says, “Confidence and knowledge are beautiful.”
I need to concentrate because he’s winning. I don’t know where the last two brain cells are, but they better get to work and stop fighting over where to focus—the hot and massive girth or the reason why I’m pushing him away in the first place. “I sleep late and wake up later.”
I have no idea what I’m pushing him away for. I clearly want him, maybe I’m just being stupid for no apparent reasons.
“Summer has great stargazing nights.” he smiles, he knows he had won.
“I’m really clumsy, I’ll break all your fancy vases?” my cheeks twitch with a wobbly smile.
“They’re replaceable, you aren’t.” he seals his words with a kiss.
Our soft lips mold together and I’m not fighting our attraction anymore. This is what I want, he is what I want. I believe in love at first sight and Damon is the one I love. It’s quick and I have no regrets of giving him my heart.
He has had it since the beginning when he slammed the door in my face.
I could say pain at first sight. I laugh to myself, I’m so stupid.
“What are you laughing at?” he pinches my cheek.
Life is about risks and I’m about to take the biggest one.
“I love you.”
He doesn’t falter when he laughs, heartfelt and caringly.
“I love you too, little Chloe.”
Chapter Twelve
Damon
Chloe asked me if I could give her time to get all her affairs together, I dropped whatever I have on hand and flew to her home. A private plane and a private car waiting for us when we landed.
I don’t question what she wants to do, she tells me anyway as she doesn’t want me in the dark. She believes that telling everyone close to her about the changes in her life is the most respectful thing she could do. I notice that the stories she tells me about her life, those particular individuals are kind to Chloe.
“Thank you for this.” she grins happily, her supple lips meet my cheek and I return a kiss to hers.
“Anything for you, little clover.”
She giggles at the nickname, I lace our fingers tighter as she knocks on the door of an apartment near her college.
“Fawn appreciates what you’ve done too, but she’s too proud so please forgive her,” Chloe said as the lock bolt snaps loudly on the front door.
I rub her knuckles, “I did it for you.”
“Still,” she argues, “Thank you.”
I smile back, giving her hand a comforting squeeze. She’s such a humble girl, completely opposite of Vegas girls who only see money in their eyes. I never find them attractive, they don’t live up to my expectation and they don’t make my heart feel content like Chloe.
“What is it—” the door swings open to reveal an elderly woman with crankiness written all over her wrinkled face and her puffy white hair rocking in the motion of the wind from the door.
“Chloe? My dear, I thought you were in Las Vegas?” the woman exclaims with a big smile on her face.
I remain quiet out of politeness before introducing myself after Chloe explained the whole situation, leaving out necessary details when it’s needed.
The woman glares evilly at me once Chloe looks away to her pots of flowers, she’s glaring daggers at my head. She sneers and set her face into a deep glower, lifting her cane to smack it down on the ground right between my legs. I raise an eyebrow at her, her threatening demeanor is neutral, I feel nothing when she steps closer and my eyes steal a glance at Chloe’s grinning face when she leans towards a pot of flowers.
The landlady hisses lowly, her croaking voice is for my ears only.
“Who are you and what voodoo did you cast on her!”
I stop myself from sighing, why does everyone think I’m taking advantage of Chloe? My behavior has been nothing but kind and gentle with her, maybe sometimes I’m forcible and need to get my point ingrained into her brain. I’ve never physically hurt her or be too rough with her to warrant concern on Stockholm Syndrome from an elderly woman I’ve never met before.
“I may be old but I’m not senile, young man.” she jabs a finger into my chest, I wince at the sharp nail puncturing her every word.
I’m glad someone like her is on Chloe’s side even when this crazy old lady is seeing me as an enemy.
“Young people these days think they are so smart, oh, I’ll show you.” she rolls up her nonexistent sleeves and she notices it too late to be embarrassed about it so she continues as if she’s tucking in the sleeves.
“Back in my days,’ she recalls, and my eyes travel towards Chloe again as she moves on to another pot of flowers. Chloe doesn’t hear their conversation, or she doesn’t care.
“I fought many boys and they all cried back to their mothers; they ask for my hand in marriage, but they have to win first. If they cannot defeat me, then they cannot protect me.” the woman’s wrinkled arms are twigs and I count a couple of scars on them.
She jerks her head up and glares, “Alright, young man. Fight me for Chloe’s hand in marriage.”
I come here with Chloe to get her affairs in order, not to fight an elderly woman whose delusion is clouding her judgment.
I planned on greeting Chloe’s landlady and leave after Chloe get some words in, but I somehow end up being challenged in a duel with a short woman.
“Ow!” Chloe’s voice snaps my attention away and my legs carry me to her voice.
I scan her body for any harm and her finger has a red dot on it. The blood seeps over and falls onto the grassy ground. The elderly woman comes to Chloe’s other side and scolds her with no animosity behind her tone.
“My dear, I’ve cut every piece of thorn on these roses and you still manage to find one and get hurt.”
I take her hand and examine that wound. It’s nothing too bad when Chloe fidgets and dance with her butt wiggling as her other hand digs into every pocket she has on her. It’s cute, I chuckle at her antics as she happily fishes out a crumpled band-aid.
I take the bandage and wrap it around her finger after I wiped the excess blood with my shirt. She tells me that my shirt probably costs more than her rent and she just smeared blood on it.
“Are you going to charge me?” she giggles, teeth shining and white.
I smirk back, “One kiss.”
She stands on her toes, warmly pressing her lips to mine in a chaste kiss as she notices the elderly woman there. Color blooms on her face as she shuffles in her feet, a sheepish smile is thrown to her landlady while I watch her with fondness.
My heart swells with pride and possession.
When Chloe says her goodbye to the woman and promises to visit soon, she takes my hand and intertwines our fingers together through her own volition. We stroll back to the car when she jerks to a stop.
She squeals and whines, clenching her thighs together as mortification flushes her face.
“I-it’s coming out!” she whispers loudly.
My lips stretch over my teeth as a grin eats away my expression. I’ve fucked her tight little cunt on the plane, fed her with three rounds of cum and I didn’t let her clean up as I want her pussy to be wet with my cum. She’ll always think about me with the sticky mess in her panties, smearing sliding around her pussy and running down her thighs.
“I see,” I calmly say and her wide eyes gasps at me, “I’ll have to put more in then.”
Chloe squeaks and darts her eyes around to see if someone heard, she smacks her hand over my chest.
“We’re in public!” she breathes, panic filling her eyes as my chest rumbles.
I pull her wrist to the car and throws her in the backseats. The car is tinted black with no possible way to see what happens inside, I take full advantage of her prone body as my fingers hook around the belt of her jeans and yank them down to her ass. She lifts up t
o help me get them off, then her hands are working on her shirt.
This set of lingerie is black like her other pair, but this is high-end. The fabric is thinner and glossier as my fingers trace the lace edges around her hipbone, she’s so pretty. My little Chloe, she can be wearing rags and I’ll still see her as the shiniest gem known to mankind.
“You’re insatiable.” she bats her lashes at me cheekily.
I dive in and nips her cheek, she squeals with giggles bubbling out of her mouth as her arms roll around my neck.
I growl back, licking my lips. Her eyes follow my tongue, her own pink tongue licks her lips.
I let the tip of my finger trail from her clit to the small opening of her pussy, the entire surface is soaked with warm cum and I purr huskily above her. She gets on her elbows, unclipping her bra behind her back and tossing it to the side. My eyes sway with the perkiness of her tits, my mouth waters at those delicacies and I want to mark their creaminess.
She crawls on my lap as she pushes my back against the seat, I hastily unbutton my pants and drag the zipper down. I let her take control; her strength is nowhere near mine but the power she holds over me is frightening. I relinquish my control to her any day, wherever and whenever she wants it.
“People say you’re really cold.” Chloe’s small fingers palm me through my pants and I groan, digging my finger into her thighs.
I don’t deny that accusation because it is true. I have no mercy for many things and regretting letting her hear it isn’t a problem. She’s not afraid of me, she’s not afraid of a man who is twice her size and twice her age. I can do unspeakable things, I have done them in the past.
It’s the way of casino life.
“You won’t let me get hurt, right?” her tiny hands cup my face, bring our eyes together. “You won’t hurt me?”
A shine of wickedness in her eyes reflects her exploring hand, my cock hits the cool air as she marvels at the size of it. My chest puffs with pride, but it deflates when her hands work together to rub me with inexperienced twists.
“Do you want me to?” I ask back.
I help her up with a hand on her waist, she balances on her knees and tugs the black panties to the side. A string of fluids drips from her folds to the tip of my cock, it’s thick and warm as it slides down to the base of my shaft.