Hailey
The moment his lips crashed against mine, my world shrank-narrowing to a single, all-consuming sensation.
Damien Black’s lips.
That was all I could register. All I could feel. All I could focus on.
He kissed me like he owned me. And maybe, in his twisted, sick perception, he did. The worst part? I was starting to believe it, too. Maybe I even liked it.
When he pulled away, both of us were breathing heavily, the heat between us palpable. His lips were swollen-but not as much as mine. He had been a second away from biting them clean off.
I felt his arousal pressing against me, the solid heat of his cock just there. So close. My gaze instinctively flickered downward, and my cheeks flushed.
His fingers caught my jaw, forcing my eyes back to his.
“If you don’t want this to go further…” His voice was low, barely restrained, thick with the weight of his desire. His storm-gray eyes were burning, smoldering as they held mine. “You should leave right now, Bunny.”
I swallowed, my tongue flicking over my dry lips as hesitation warred with longing.
“How far are we taking this?” I whispered.
His breath hitched. His eyes raked down my body, drinking me in-every inch, every exposed piece of skin.
I was utterly vulnerable.
My T-shirt had ridden up, baring my stomach. I wasn’t wearing a bra. Or panties. Just tiny shorts that left little to the imagination. My hardened nipples pressed against the thin fabric of my shirt, my body betraying just how much I wanted this. Wanted him.
My wetness pooled between my thighs, the fabric sticking to my heat.
I knew he saw it.
I knew he could tell.
I was at a position where he could just tear these two pieces of clothing off of me and fuck me like he owned me.
His gaze snapped back to my face, and his free hand came up, palming my breast, his thumb and forefinger rolling my nipple in a slow, deliberate tease. He was contemplating something-savoring his control, savoring me.
Then, without warning, his hand slid down between my legs.
His fingers pressed against my clothed core.
I gasped. My grip tightened on him, my body arching into his touch.
“As far as this pussy takes me,” he murmured darkly, watching my reaction like a predator sizing up its prey. A shiver shot down my spine. Heat climbed my walls, curling deep inside me, and my mind-the small, sane part of it-screamed that this was a bad idea.
But my body didn’t care.
I wanted this.
I wanted him.
A slow stroke of his fingers against my shorts had me trembling.
“You’re fucking soaked, Bunny. Fuck.” His voice was rough, almost guttural. “You better tell me now before I lose my goddamn control.”
My chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, my pulse hammering. I stared into his eyes, my heart slamming against my ribs as I whispered-
“Yes.”
It wasn’t enough for him.
“You need to be more specific,” he rasped, his voice deep, rich, and utterly sinful.
I sucked in a breath, tilting my hips, grinding against him. A sharp groan tore from his throat.
“You,” I breathed.
My fingers curled into him, pulling him closer.
“I want you, Damien.”
Without another word, he flipped us, forcing me onto my hands and knees. A gasp left my lips, but before I could react, he yanked my shorts down.
I heard the sharp inhale of his breath.
Felt his heated gaze burning into my bare skin.
Then his hands-God, his hands-slid over the curve of my ass, molding my flesh into his palm before delivering a stinging slap.
I jolted forward with a whimper, my hips arching involuntarily. My hair tumbled over my shoulder, trailing down my back as my body reacted to him.
And then I felt it-his breath, warm and teasing against my skin.
A sharp bite to one cheek.
Then the other.
I gasped, my fingers gripping the sheets beneath me. But just when I thought the torment was over, his tongue-hot, wet, and sinful-dragged up from my pussy to my ass.
A strangled moan tore from my throat.
His muscles tensed. He felt my reaction, heard it, and it only seemed to push him further.
Another slap. Harder this time.
I cried out, my head dipping between my arms as the sting bloomed into something else-something more.
“That hurts, Damien,” I whimpered, my voice shaking.
A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest. “I meant it to.”
Before I could respond, his fingers-thick and unyielding-slid inside me, stretching me open.
I clenched around them, a broken moan slipping past my lips.
His other hand gripped my ass, kneading roughly before another sharp smack sent a shudder through me.
“This ass,” he muttered, pumping his fingers inside me with slow, deliberate precision. “Has been asking for this since day one.”
I gasped again, my body torn between the stinging pain and the unbearable pleasure.
Another slap.
Then another.
Heat flooded through me, my skin prickling where he had marked me. My ass had to be raw by now-red, burning, covered in him.
His fingers kept moving, stretching, preparing-fucking me without hesitation. It hurt. Just a little. But the relief tangled with the pain, twisting into something addictive.
“Damien…” I whimpered, pushing back against his touch, desperate for more.
He groaned, low and guttural. “You keep moaning my name like that, Hailey…” His fingers curled inside me, making me jerk. “And I swear to God, I’ll forget you’re a virgin and take you as hard and fast as I fucking want to right now.”
The words should have scared me.
But they didn’t.
For some twisted fucking reason, they did the opposite.
My core clenched around his fingers, the heat inside me clawing its way to the surface. I wanted him to take me hard and fast. I didn’t want him to be soft to me. I was not like I got off on pain, it was the fact that I knew, Damien wasn’t the soft one. He was full of dark mystery and pain.
“Then…” I moaned, the tension coiling tighter. “Do it.”
His breath caught.
I turned my head just enough to see him running a hand down his face, like he was barely holding himself together. His body was coiled tight, a predator restraining itself from pouncing on its prey.
“Do you need help, brother?” I taunted, knowing damn well the effect that word had on him.
His jaw clenched.
Then, without warning-he snapped.
His fingers curled hard, sending a sharp, electric jolt of pleasure up my spine. A cry wrenched from my throat.
In a blur, he yanked his fingers out and flipped me onto my back.
His hand wrapped around my throat. Tight.
Pinned me beneath him.
His grip squeezed, stealing my breath for just a second before he rasped, “Don’t test my patience.”
I should have been scared.
But instead, I almost smiled.
“What if I do?”
His stormy gaze darkened, filled with something wicked.
“Unless you want to be punished so badly you’ll feel it for weeks…” His lips brushed against mine, his voice nothing but a whisper of sin. “Don’t.”
God, he was the devil himself.
So why did everything about him feel like heaven?
A reckless kind of bravery surged through me. My hand slipped inside his briefs, fingers closing around the thick, rigid length of him.
I stroked him once.
Twice.
His breath hitched.
His grip tightened around my wrist, stopping me, warning me.
I pouted, whispering against his lips, “I want this.”
His jaw clenched, his control hanging by a thread. “It’s not all flowers and candles with me, Hailey.”
Something in me already knew that.
I leaned in, brushing my lips against his, mirroring the way he’d tormented me all this time.
He sucked in a sharp breath. His eyes fell shut, like he was fighting the urge to let go completely.
I trailed my tongue along his bottom lip in a slow, teasing lick.
“I know,” I whispered, “And I still want you to take me.”
Then his eyes opened and I met his gaze.
And in the storm of his eyes, I saw it-the moment he stopped holding back.
The beast was out of its cage.