Hailey
As I prepared the cupcake batter, carefully smoothing it out, and cleaned the molds, I could feel Damien’s eyes on me.
Judgmental. Bored.
He was holding something back-I could see it in the way his jaw tensed, his fingers drumming against the counter. And I had a feeling I knew exactly what was going through that twisted mind of his.
“Spill it,” I said without looking up, pouring the batter into the molds.
Silence.
I glanced over my shoulder, meeting his gaze. “I can tell you’ve been holding onto it for a while, Damien. So just spill it.”
Leaning against the counter, he crossed his arms, muscles flexing beneath his fitted tee. My eyes betrayed me, flicking down before I caught myself.
“This.” He gestured lazily at the batter, then scoffed. “It’s fucking stupid.”
My jaw dropped.
Did he just-
How dare he?
“What do you mean, it’s stupid?” I spun to face him, brows furrowing. “I’m baking. What part of that looks stupid to you?”
“The ‘wasting time’ part,” he said casually, as if he weren’t committing blasphemy against dessert itself. “Why bake cupcakes when we could be doing something else?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Something else? Like what?” I turned my attention back to the batter, filling another mold. “Play chess? Hit the gym? No thanks, I’m good.”
The moment I felt him step closer, I knew I was in trouble.
Before I could react, his hands slipped around my waist, pulling me back against him. A sharp inhale left my lips.
“Damien,” I warned. “Get away. I’m busy.”
He didn’t listen.
His lips brushed my ear, his voice a low, taunting whisper.
“Something else… like you spreading those pretty legs for me so I can fuck that sweet little cunt.”
Heat surged through me, my breath hitching as my fingers trembled against the counter.
I tried to sound outraged, but my voice betrayed me. “Is that all you think about?”
He chuckled, the sound dark and knowing. “Yes.” His hands roamed lower, skimming the hem of his shirt on me-the only thing covering my body. “But especially when you’re standing here, in my shirt, looking like that. It makes my imagination… creative.”
His fingers found the band of my lace panties, slipping beneath and touching my pussy. A soft gasp tore from my lips.
“Oh, God…” I gasped, releasing the equipment with a clatter as my hands flew to the counter, gripping it for dear life. Damien’s fingers weren’t as calm and unrushed as his words-they were frantic, relentless, and they attacked my clit without hesitation.
“This pretty little cunt is always begging to be fucked, Bunny,” he murmured into my ear, his voice like dark silk as he pulled me closer, pressing my ass against his aching erection. Desire coiled deep inside me, igniting every nerve like a live wire. “The tightest fucking cunt I have ever seen.”
“Damien…” I whimpered, my head falling back onto his shoulder. Another moan tore from my throat as my fingers dug into the countertop, my knuckles turning white. He slipped his fingers into my entrance, plunging deep before withdrawing to smear my wetness across my folds. His fingers circled my clit, then drove back inside, stretching me, ruining me.
God, his fingers. His cock. Damien Black as a whole-he would be the death of me.
“You want me to fuck you now, Bunny?” he growled, grinding his thick length against my ass, letting me feel every hard inch of him. His free hand slid up to cup my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers, sending another sharp pulse of pleasure straight to my core.
What a beautiful day to go braless.
I reached back, dragging my nails along his throat, relishing the way his breath hitched. He made quick work of my buttons, sliding my shirt off one shoulder, his lips ghosting over my skin. Just a little more, and he’d have me completely bare.
“Oh, God…” I moaned, biting my lip as his fingers continued their torturous rhythm, relentless and unforgiving.
Then, without warning, Damien turned me around-fast, rough. My back hit the counter, his body pressing firmly against mine. He grabbed my jaw, tilting my face up until our eyes locked.
“When you call for your god, Bunny, you better be looking at him,” he rasped against my lips, his voice thick with dominance, sending a violent shiver down my spine.
My breathing quickened. He didn’t need to explain. I understood. He was the only fucking god before my eyes. And fuck, I wished I could deny it.
When I didn’t respond, only staring at him, his grip on my jaw tightened. “Do you understand, Bunny?”
Swallowing hard, I nodded. A slow, wicked smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
His hands slid down, gripping my thighs as he lifted me onto the counter, pushing aside whatever mess had been there.
“But the cupcakes-”
“The only cake I care about right now is right in front of me,” he said, amusement flashing in his dark eyes. My concern for cupcakes was laughable to him. He had only one thing on his mind.
Leaning in, he slipped his hands beneath my thighs, spreading them as he stepped between them. “As much as I love that pretty mouth of yours, I’m going to have to ask you to shut the fuck up and offer that cunt to me.”
Heat flooded my cheeks. My heart pounded as he focused on my shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, deliberately, until it hung open. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he let it slip off completely.
His eyes raked over me, dark and ravenous, drinking in every inch. His jaw clenched, the veins in his neck standing out as if he were restraining himself.
But then, something in his gaze shifted.
“Fuck this,” he muttered.
Yanking me against him, he crashed his lips against mine, devouring me, consuming me. My hands slid over his chest, tracing the hard ridges of his abs, his pecs. Every inch of him was carved muscle, firm beneath my fingertips. And I wanted more.
“I need to be inside you. Right now,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire.
“Then what’s stopping you?” I dared to ask, meeting his gaze head-on.
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Those stupid fucking cupcakes.”
But he wasn’t laughing for long. In one swift motion, he slid my knickers down, his fingers grazing my thighs as I took the opportunity to free him from his trousers.
“But now it seems…” He wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it slowly, deliberately. His tip pressed against my entrance, teasing, making me tremble with need.
His dark eyes locked onto mine, burning with hunger.
“I can finally taste heaven.”
And then he thrust inside me.