Hailey
When my eyes fluttered open to a dimly lit room, confusion ran rampant around the edges of my drowsy mind-until I registered the soft, worn fabric draped over me.
Grey sheets.
Damien’s sheets.
Damien’s bed.
A slow breath left me, my pulse quickening as I became aware of the warmth at my back. The solid, steady rise and fall of his chest, the heat of his skin branding mine. A presence so unfamiliar yet… grounding.
I shifted slightly, my gaze drifting to the nightstand. 9:30 AM. I’d slept the entire fucking night. No tossing. No turning. No jolting awake, gasping for air, clawing at the remnants of some awful dream. God. When was the last time that had happened?
It had to be him.
Carefully, I turned in his arms, mindful not to wake him, and my breath stalled at the sight of him.
Even in sleep, he was devastating.
Unfairly beautiful for a man so goddamn cruel.
My fingers twitched with the urge to touch, and before I could stop myself, I gave in.
I traced through the silky strands of his hair, brushing them from his forehead before trailing down to the shadow of stubble along his sharp jaw. The rough texture tickled my fingertips, a stark contrast to the deceptive softness of his lips.
“How come you look so angelic,” I whispered, my voice barely a breath, “when you have such a blackened heart?” My thumb ghosted over his lips-too soft, too dangerous. “Shouldn’t you look ugly?” I murmured, half to myself. “That would make more sense. But no. Of course not. That would be too easy.”
I hesitated, voice dropping even lower. “I wish you weren’t this pretty… then maybe it would be easier to stay away-”
A sharp inhale.
His eyes opened.
I froze, my body tensing on instinct.
Shit.
I tried to jerk my hand back, but he was faster.
Fingers locked around my wrist, his grip effortless as he rolled, pinning me beneath him in one fluid motion.
Trapped.
My cheeks burned as my breath hitched, my heart hammering against my ribs. Did he hear me?
God, no.
His face hovered inches above mine, gaze unreadable as his eyes dragged over my features. Then, he leaned in, the tip of his nose brushing my cheek in a slow, deliberate motion that sent a violent shiver down my spine.
“Any more words about my blackened heart?”
Fuck.
He heard everything.
My lips parted, but no sound came. His gaze flickered lower, and that’s when it hit me. I was naked. Unlike him. At some point, he must’ve pulled on his briefs while I’d been dead to the world. But me? Not a single barrier between us.
Heat flushed down my neck.
“I-I didn’t mean it that seriously,” I blurted, desperate to salvage what little dignity I had left.
But I’d already lost.
The hunger in his expression was unmistakable. It bled into his eyes, darkening them, sharpening them with something primal. Something that coiled heat low in my stomach.
“Oh, really?” His gaze snapped back to mine, but his hands had other ideas. They slid over my hips, fingers pressing into my skin, anchoring me beneath him. Then-he rolled his hips into mine.
A strangled gasp escaped me, my body betraying me before my mind could catch up, arching into the slow, deliberate grind of his hardening length against me.
His mouth brushed the shell of my ear, his voice a low rasp, rough and dangerous.
“Then what about the last thing you said?”
Another slow roll of his hips. Another pulse of heat flooding between my thighs. God! this man would be death of him.
I swallowed hard.
I was in trouble.
“If I were ugly, it would’ve been easier for you to stay away from me, right?” When he finished my unspoken words, my soul left my body for a second. This man… he’d be the death of me.
He didn’t give me time to respond. Instead, his lips ghosted over the shell of my ear, his voice a lethal whisper, “Let me tell you something.” One of his hands slid between my thighs, parting them effortlessly, his fingers finding my wetness, before I felt him freeing himself from his boxers, “You do not have an escape here, my love.”
A sharp breath hitched in my throat as he grabbed his length, dragging the thick head of his cock against my entrance. I whimpered, my fingers digging into his biceps, desperate to hold on to something.
His gaze found mine, dark and unrelenting as he filled me with his cock.
“You. Are. Mine.” And then-he slammed inside me.
My eyes rolled shut, my mouth parting as a moan tore free. I was still sore from last night, yet not a single part of me resisted. My body knew him now. It welcomed him, tightening around him, pulling him deeper.
“You will be mine,” he growled, pulling out only to thrust back in with slow, deliberate power. “For as long as I fucking wish… even if it’s forever.”
His hand gripped my jaw, his teeth catching my lower lip in a sharp bite. “Understood?”
I moaned in response, too lost in the stretch, the heat, the overwhelming possession of him inside me. As he hit my g-spot, a loud moan slipped past my lips, “Damien!”
“That’s it, Bunny,” he murmured, voice thick and ragged as he fucked me harder. “Keep saying my name like that. Keep screaming it.”
His hands tightened on my thighs, anchoring me as he drove into me deeper, harder-until I saw nothing but him. Until I felt nothing but him. He drilled his cock inside of me, gripping my thighs tighter, “Let yourself fucking know who this body belongs to, and who is only allowed to fuck this sweet little cunt.”
His fingers found my clit, rubbing tight, relentless circles, and I was fucking lost inside of my head.
“Damien,” I gasped, body trembling, clinging to his wrists as pleasure consumed me.
He owned me. Not just my body. Not just my pussy but my fucking soul.
“Who’s fucking you, Bunny?” he growled, his hand wrapping around my throat, pinning me to the moment.
“You,” I breathed. My lips found his, desperation spilling between us. “Damien…” I swallowed thickly. “Damien’s fucking me.”
A low, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest. His teeth nipped at my lip, “And who will fuck you?”
“Damien,” I moaned, my hands sliding up his neck, nails dragging over his scalp, feeling the shudder that ran through him. “Only Damien will fuck me.”
A curse spilled from his lips, his control fracturing. His thrusts turned brutal, punishing, breaking apart whatever sense of self I had left. Every stroke tore me down and rebuilt me into something that only he owned.
The pressure coiled, tighter and tighter. My hips shook, my breathing turned erratic, and shivers raked through me.
“Are you about to come, Bunny?” he rasped, eyes burning with hunger.
I nodded, teeth sinking into my lip, rolling my hips up to meet his thrusts.
He leaned in, his tongue trailing hot over my skin before his mouth closed around my nipple, biting down just hard enough to make me arch. I gripped onto his hair, arching into his touch. If anything that was keeping me still right now and kept my hips from raising way to high for comfort was his hands on me. He’d kept me grounded. Present. Even though with every with his touch, I felt like I’d be lost.
“Damien,” I gasped, body bowing beneath him, toes curling. “I-I’m… oh God-”
The climax hit like a wrecking ball. My body shattered around him, his name tearing from my throat as pleasure ripped through every nerve.
With a suppressed groan, he slammed deep one last time, spilling inside me, his warmth flooding through me, dragging me into another wave of bliss.
A sigh slipped past my lips as his weight crashed onto me, but I didn’t mind. It didn’t suffocate me. If anything, it grounded me.
A moment later, he tensed.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “I came inside you.”
A slow, satisfied smile curled my lips as I locked my arms around his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “It’s okay.”
He pulled back, brows furrowing. “No, it’s not,” he said darkly. “I need to get you some pills.”
I smirked, running my fingers lazily down his chest. “It’s not necessary,” I whispered. “I have an IUD.”
Surprise flickered in his expression before his jaw clenched, the warmth in his eyes shifting into something else.
Possession.
“Were you planning to fuck someone else, Bunny?” His hand wrapped around my throat, just tight enough to steal my breath if I gave the wrong answer.
“No,” I said quickly. “It wasn’t my choice. My mom made me get it after my eighteenth birthday. She thought I’d be… reckless, so she wanted to prevent any accidents.”
He studied me, eyes sharp, searching. When he found nothing but truth, he let out a slow breath.
“Good,” he whispered, kissing me between words. “Don’t ever think of giving this to someone else.” His grip slid lower, squeezing my ass, making me gasp.
As he pulled away, a knowing grin spread across his lips.
“No college today?”
I smiled, running my hands up his sculpted chest. “No,” I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes. “I’d rather hear your plans for today.”
A wicked smirk tugged at his lips. His hand slid around my waist, pulling me up with him, my body pressed against his, legs tangled in the sheets.
His nose brushed against my neck as he whispered into my ear.
“You already know my plan, Bunny.”