Hailey
He pounded into me from behind, pressing my face against the cold marble island. What I thought would be a quick fuck stretched into something just as relentless as last night. I’d already come twice, my body trembling, yet the devil was still holding back, still edging himself-taking pleasure in shattering me over and over again.
I knew he loved it. And, God help me, I couldn’t say I hated it either. Every part of me craved it.
My pussy clenched around him, another orgasm creeping up on me, my body tightening as pleasure coiled hot and sharp inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the countertop for dear life.
“Are you about to come again, Bunny?” His voice was thick, teasing, dark with amusement.
A strangled moan slipped from my lips. “Yes,” I gasped. “Fuck, yes.”
He drove into me harder, deeper, his balls slapping against my skin as he fucked me like he owned me. And maybe he did. My body, my soul-both wrapped around his fingers as if I were his puppet, and he was the master pulling the strings.
With one sharp motion, he yanked me upright, his hand wrapping around my throat. My head lolled back against his shoulder, my legs trembling violently, my hips shaking as pleasure tore through me. I clawed at his wrist, my nails sinking into his skin, but he didn’t even flinch. He just kept fucking me, ruthless, relentless.
“You know what I’m going to miss the most when our parents get back from that stupid honeymoon of theirs?” His voice was throaty, deep, his cock twitching inside me, telling me he was close.
“What?” I barely had the strength to ask, my voice weak and breathless.
His grip on my throat tightened slightly as he growled against my ear. “Fucking you like this-everywhere and anywhere I fucking want.” And with one final, brutal thrust, my body shattered. I screamed his name as I came hard around him, my walls pulsing, gripping him like a vice. A moment later, he groaned, spilling himself inside me, the heat of his release spreading through me, making my entire body tingle.
I sagged against him, spent, unable to hold myself up. He held me there, strong arms supporting me as we both caught our breath.
Then, without a word, he turned me around and lifted me into his arms.
Still panting, my heart pounding against my ribs, I let my head rest against his chest as he carried me upstairs. He took us to his room, then into the bathroom, setting me down beside the sink before turning on the tap, letting the tub fill with warm water.
A small smile tugged at my lips as I watched him. Damien never struck me as the kind of man who cared about aftercare, but he was proving me wrong.
It would’ve been sweeter if he spoke, but I knew better. He wasn’t the kind of person to express things with words. Maybe he just wasn’t good at it. Maybe he just didn’t want to.
So I stayed silent, even as he knelt between my parted thighs, gently wiping away the mix of us from my sensitive folds with a warm towel.
A small wince escaped me before I could stop it, and his eyes flicked up to mine, something unreadable flashing across his face.
“Does it hurt?” His voice was different now-softer, gentler. And just like that, the devil who had just wrecked me was showing me his rare, fleeting kindness.
“No, it’s just-” I faltered, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected softness in his gaze. The words tangled on my tongue. “It’s just that I’m sensitive. Nothing else.”
A smirk tugged at his lips at that word-sensitive-and I almost regretted choosing it.
“Always have been, Bunny,” he murmured, his voice edged with something dark and knowing. Before I could react, he lifted me effortlessly, placing me in the tub before stepping in behind me.
A soft sigh slipped past my lips as the warm water enveloped me, relief seeping into my aching muscles. I leaned back against him, letting my body relax. His hands moved over me with a slow, deliberate tenderness, running a loofah along my skin in smooth, gentle strokes. It was such a stark contrast to the way he’d claimed me just moments ago that it left me breathless.
I had never imagined that a man who fucked like that could be this gentle too.
God only knew how many things about Damien I had yet to uncover.
Minutes passed in comfortable silence, his fingers drawing idle circles on my thigh beneath the water. And then-
“Did your father ever hit you?”
I froze.
The warmth of the bath did nothing to stop the chill that spread through me. Memories lurched forward, dragging me from this beautiful, safe place with Damien and back into the shadows of my past.
I hesitated before opening my mouth. “Yes.”
His body tensed behind me, his grip tightening, his arms wrapping around me as if to shield me from something long gone. He shifted me in his lap, moving me onto his thigh, turning me just enough so that he could look at me.
“Severely?” His voice was low, steady-but there was something dangerous beneath it.
I swallowed thickly. “Yeah.”
And then, as if a dam had cracked, the words spilled out. “He kicked me in the ribs. Gave me black eyes, more times than I can count. Bruised my fingers. Fractured my hand. And-”
I stopped. Just like that, all my courage vanished. My breath hitched, my throat tightened, and my vision blurred. “I’m sorry… I can’t. I just-”
Damien cupped my face, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Shhh… it’s okay,” he whispered, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to talk about it.”
Baby.
Even through the storm raging inside me, I felt something at that word. I had never expected Damien to use it. And yet, hearing it from him did something to me-something I couldn’t name.
It felt like… he cared.
“You’re safe,” he murmured, as if he could hear the ghosts still whispering in my head.
And then he kissed me.
Soft. Slow. Nothing like his usual hunger, nothing like the possessiveness that normally consumed him. This was different. This was careful. As if he was trying to tell me something through that kiss-something I wasn’t sure I was ready to understand.
When he pulled back, his eyes locked onto mine, unreadable yet full of silent promises.
“No one will ever hurt you again,” he said, his voice rough, raw with certainty. “Ever.”
I believed him.
I didn’t know why, but I did.
A single tear slipped down my cheek, one I hadn’t even realized had fallen, and Damien reached out, brushing it away with his thumb before pressing another gentle kiss to my lips.
I exhaled shakily, then curled into him, resting my face against his chest. He held me there, his fingers tracing slow, soothing motions on my back. Neither of us spoke. He didn’t need to. His presence alone was enough.
For the first time in as long as I could remember, I felt safe.
Maybe, all along, he had been the safe place I’d been searching for.