Hailey
Damien pressed me firmly against the edge of his desk, his movements calculated yet electric. With a swift motion, he unzipped my skirt, the fabric slipping from my hips and pooling around my ankles. I gasped as the cool air brushed against my skin, only to be replaced by the heat of Damien’s hand trailing up my thigh, teasing the band of my panties.
He broke the kiss, his lips wandering to my neck, where they lingered, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. Each touch sent shivers down my spine, a heady mix of pain and pleasure.
I let out a trembling breath, my fingers tangling in his hair as my body arched instinctively toward him. His presence overwhelmed me, drowning out every thought but the sensation of him.
Then his lips grazed my ear, his voice dark and threatening. “If you think you’ve escaped the whole ‘my friend’ situation, you’re wrong, Bunny. I’ve got a feeling he’s the boy you were on the phone with a few days ago. Isn’t he?”
My eyes flew open, a chill rushing through me despite the heat of his body against mine.
Fuck
How does he still remember that?
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his gaze sharp and unyielding. His hand, still resting at my neck, trailed downward, stopping to cup my breast. His rough palm pressed against me, causing my nipple to harden and the sensation was both thrilling and terrifying.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” His words were a low growl and this scared me, in a way where a sick part of me liked it and even entertained the idea of what he might do if he was out of control.
I swallowed hard, trying to suppress the trembling in my voice. “He’s just a friend, Damien,” I managed, though my desire threatened to betray me. With him this close, all reason seemed to vanish, replaced by thoughts of everything we shouldn’t do. Everything dark, sinful, and utterly irresistible.
I wanted him to make me all dirty.
“Sure he is.” His voice dripped with sarcasm, his lips grazing the corner of my mouth. His hand slipped from the waistband of my panties, and lowered and then he started rubbing small circles over them, his fingers deft and deliberate. “But I doubt he sees you as just a friend.”
I bit my bottom lip, my breathing uneven as he continued drawing slow, deliberate circles against me. My body responded instinctively, a soft sigh escaping my lips. “But I do,” I whispered, my words shaky and desperate.
His low, throaty chuckle sent a shiver down my spine. “Of course you do.”
Before I could respond, his hand slid beneath the fabric of my panties, the rough pads of his fingers finding my bare pussy.
“Oh, Damien…” A moan escaped me, unbidden and raw, as his fingers brushed against the most sensitive part of me. My grip on the desk tightened, knuckles turning white as waves of pleasure coursed through me.
His dark eyes never left mine, the intensity of his gaze both intoxicating and dangerous. “And if you didn’t, Bunny, I’d make sure you did.” His voice was a husky murmur, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate strokes that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me.
My breathing hitched, my vision hazy as I struggled to hold onto the remnants of control.
“But for now,” he continued, his lips brushing against mine, his voice a sinful promise, “we’ll deal with what’s in front of us. And you won’t talk to that boy again. Do you understand?”
His last words caught me off guard.
“Damien,” I tried my hardest to suppress the moan threatening to escape, “he’s my friend. I can’t just-”
Before I could finish, his fingers slid inside me, forcing a loud moan from my lips. My hand flew to his jacket, fingers clenching the fabric as if it were my lifeline.
“You. Will. Do. That.” He curled his fingers, hitting a spot that made me cry out, my voice raw and trembling. Sweat dampened my brow, my breath faltering as my heart pounded furiously in my chest.
I needed to come so badly…
My body arched into his touch as I wrapped my other hand around his neck, trying to pull him into a kiss. But he didn’t move, his restraint maddening.
“I need compliance first, Bunny,” he said, his voice a dark, commanding growl. His eyes glinted with a cruel satisfaction, drinking in my torment.
His fingers moved torturously slow, sliding in and out, his thumb brushing my clit with just enough pressure to send my hips quaking. I was teetering on the edge, so close to release, but he kept me hanging there, the pleasure almost painful.
“Please, Damien,” I whimpered, desperation dripping from my voice. “I need to come.”
“Then you better say what I want to hear.” His smirk pressed against my lips, his tongue darting out to tease my bottom lip, the sensation searing a fiery trail up my spine.
“He’s my friend, Damien…” I pleaded, my voice shaky as my hips trembled against his hand, helpless under his touch.
His jaw tightened, his muscles coiled with barely contained rage. His fingers stilled for a moment before he added another, the sudden stretch making me cry out. The need clawed at me, threatening to consume me entirely.
“Do you want this or not, Bunny?” His voice was sharp, dangerous.
When he curled his fingers and hit that devastating spot again, my body betrayed me. The intensity was overwhelming, primal, leaving me with no choice but to give him what he wanted. I was pretty fucking sure in my head that I’d fucking die if he didn’t make me come right now.
I had to make the deal with the devil and to be honest I was willing to surrender even my soul if he asked for it now.
“Fine…” I gasped, gripping his collar and pulling him closer, our faces just inches apart. “I won’t talk to him anymore. Now, will you make me come, or should I find someone else to finish the job?”
His gaze darkened at my words, his hand shooting to my throat. He gripped tightly, not enough to hurt but enough to remind me who held the power.
“None,” he growled, his fingers plunging deeper into me, striking a spot that made me shudder and gasp for air. “You hear me? None but me.” His eyes locked onto mine, stripping me bare as he pushed further inside, curling his fingers with a precision that made me cry out again.
“Am,” he hissed, his voice rough and possessive. “I,” his thumb pressed firmly against my clit before he rubbed it vigoriously, the pressure unbearable, “clear?”
His words were the last thing I registered before he drove me over the edge with his fingers begining to move, scissoring in and out of me. His relentless pace, the friction, the intensity-it all built into a crescendo that shattered me completely.
My body convulsed, a strangled cry escaping my lips as I came apart around his fingers.
“Yes…” The word slipped out in a broken whisper as I rode out the waves of pleasure, my eyes locked on his. I clung to his jacket, trembling, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts.
Damien grabbed my jaw, tilting my face toward him. His gaze was dark, feral, and utterly intoxicating. He was a masterpiece. An art and at the same time the most erotically pleasing sight I’d ever seen in my entire life. Just the sight of his face alone could make me come apart again.
“Had you delayed your answer by even one more second, Hailey,” he murmured, his voice low and full of menace, “I’d have fucked you so hard you’d still feel it weeks from now.”
A rush of heat flooded my cheeks at his words, and for the first time, I regretted giving in so quickly.