Chapter 33

Book:Reclaimed By The Alpha King Published:2024-10-27

Kimberly’s POV
The moment we stepped out of the hospital, Damien took the lead, guiding me to where he had parked his car. My breath caught in my throat when I saw his sleek, expensive vehicle. I hesitated before sliding into the passenger seat.
Damien joined me, and without a word, we started our drive. Neither of us spoke. The silence was heavy, almost suffocating. I stared out the window, trying to make sense of my swirling thoughts. I was lost in my head, and he must have sensed that I wasn’t in the mood to talk. He focused on the road, letting the silence linger.
The drive seemed to stretch on forever. Finally, we arrived at his house. We both stepped out at the same time, but I lingered by the car, unsure of what to do next. Damien gestured for me to follow him, and I did, quietly trailing behind.
The neighborhood was eerily quiet. Too quiet. It felt as though we were the only two people around. The stillness gnawed at me, and I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in my chest. I glanced around, not seeing a soul. It was unsettling.
“Damien,” I began hesitantly as we approached his front door. “Why is it so… quiet here? We haven’t seen anyone since we arrived. What’s going on?” I asked, my voice betraying my concern.
He paused and looked back at me, smiling softly, almost reassuringly. “That’s how I like it,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m not fond of crowds. I prefer solitude. Makes things… simpler.”
His answer caught me off guard. There was something intimate in the way he said it, as if I was the only person he wanted around. But I couldn’t let myself get lost in that.
“Hmm, I see,” I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral. “Do you live alone? What about your family?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
At my question, Damien’s smile faltered for just a moment before he responded, “Kimberly, don’t worry. You’ll meet them when the time is right. For now, let’s just focus on us.” He grinned, that same charming grin that always made my heart skip a beat.
I frowned, sensing he was dodging the question. Every time I tried to learn more about him, he gave vague answers. It was frustrating. “Fine,” I muttered, my irritation seeping into my voice. “I won’t ask any more questions.” I looked away from him, staring down at the ground.
“Come on, don’t be like that.” Damien stepped closer, his smile turning playful. “Let’s go inside.”
I forced a smile and followed him through the door. As we entered, I couldn’t help but admire the interior. The house was beautiful, every detail meticulously designed. It was clear that Damien had a keen eye for aesthetics.
“Let me show you to the room,” Damien said, his voice cutting through my thoughts. I blinked and turned to look at him, surprised at the sudden suggestion.
“The room?” I echoed, a bit confused. “What for?”
“To freshen up,” he said, his tone light and teasing. “You look like you could use it after today.”
My mind raced as I tried to understand his intentions. Did he mean what I thought he did? I stood frozen, my thoughts spiraling. What did he want from me?
“Kimberly!” Damien’s voice snapped me out of my daze. He waved a hand in front of my face, looking amused. “Where’d you go just now?”
“Nowhere,” I lied quickly, avoiding his eyes. “I’m fine.”
“You sure?” he asked, concern creeping into his voice. “You seem… off.”
I shook my head. “I’m fine,” I repeated, not wanting to get into it.
“Alright,” Damien said, holding out his hand. “Shall we?”
I hesitated for a second before taking his hand. His grip was firm but gentle as he led me down the hall to a large bedroom. My nerves were on edge, unsure of what to expect.
As we entered the room, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of anxiety wash over me. It was just the two of us now, alone in this beautiful but isolated house. The room was elegant, with a large bed in the center, and my thoughts ran wild.
“Do you want to shower first, or should I?” Damien asked casually, walking toward the bathroom door. His hand brushed against my arm as he passed, sending a shiver through me.
I froze. Every nerve in my body seemed to come alive at his touch. The air felt thick with tension, and my heart raced in my chest. I struggled to keep my thoughts under control, but it was impossible to ignore the growing desire building inside me.
Damien must have noticed my reaction, because he stopped and turned toward me, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine, and before I knew it, he was standing directly behind me.
“Kimberly…” His voice was soft, barely a whisper, as he reached out and gently cupped my face in his hands. His touch was warm, sending a wave of heat through my body. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the moment, unable to resist the pull between us.
His lips brushed against mine, and that was all it took. Every wall I had put up came crashing down. Our kiss was deep, passionate, and filled with all the unspoken words we had held back. His hands roamed my body, pulling me closer as I clung to him, lost in the sensation.
Before I knew it, we were undressing each other, our movements urgent, driven by the need to feel skin against skin. Time seemed to blur as we tumbled onto the bed, our bodies moving in sync, every touch igniting a fire between us.
Damien’s hands explored every inch of me, his lips trailing down my neck, my chest, lower and lower until I was gasping for breath. My mind was foggy, consumed by the intensity of the moment, and I couldn’t think of anything else but him.
He pulled back for just a second, looking down at me with a wicked grin. “I’m going to make you beg,” he whispered, his voice dark with promise.
I could only moan in response, too lost in the pleasure to form coherent words. He teased me, bringing me to the edge and then pulling back, driving me wild with frustration.
By the time he finally gave in, I was trembling, completely at his mercy. Our movements became frantic, desperate, and all I could do was hold on as the waves of pleasure crashed over me.