Damien
I watched her as she opened the bags, checking each item with delicate care. Her touch was light, reverent, and that big, radiant smile on her face made my stomach churn. I hated that smile on her lips. Hated it even more when it wasn’t there. Fuck. It didn’t make any fucking sense.
I tried to focus on my laptop, aimlessly scrolling through documents that didn’t even need reviewing in the first place. My eyes barely stayed on the screen. Instead, they kept drifting back to her-sitting on my bed, going through the things I’d bought for her like they were treasures. Excitement glowed in her expression. It was ridiculous. When I’d asked her to pick something out, she hadn’t even seemed interested. Barely cared. And now? Now, she looked at every item with equal fascination, doe eyes wide, lips parted in an unreadable sort of wonder.
It was weird. And it made me sick because I knew exactly why.
She’d made it obvious in the parking lot. With those stupid, ludicrous questions. And I-like a fucking idiot-couldn’t even lie properly.
I was screwed.
At first, I’d assumed Hailey was materialistic, like I’d expected from Madison’s daughter-especially after my father’s sudden marriage. But I’d been wrong. No, she was nothing like that. What she craved was far worse.
I’d feel safer around a gold digger. A drug addict. Hell, even a cannibal.
She was small, naive, fragile-yet capable of causing irreparable damage.
Because it wasn’t just that body people would kill for. It wasn’t just that sweet juicy cunt men would die to have a taste.
It was her smile-the kind that could start wars.
Her laugh-the kind that could stir storms inside men’s chests.
And those goddamn eyes-ridiculously innocent, painfully beautiful.
I hated looking into them.
Yet it was the one thing I couldn’t stop doing.
She was heaven. The kind of heaven that would drag me straight to hell if I stepped in.
Man! I didn’t even believe in God-but lately, for this one fucking woman, I’d been chanting his name, praying for some way out of this mess. Praying for clarity, for resistance, for something to keep me from diving headfirst into this heaven named Hailey that was destined to burn me alive.
Maybe even worse than the last time.
I hadn’t realized I was staring until she waved a hand in my direction.
“Are you okay, Damien?” she asked, her voice sweet, concerned-sending a sharp tug straight to my chest.
I hated this feeling.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I muttered, forcing a shrug and turning back to my laptop.
From the corner of my eye, I saw her press her lips together before speaking again.
“Are you stressed about work? Do you want a massage?”
Fuck.
Why did she have to be like this? Why couldn’t she just be yet another emotionless, heartless bitch? I’d have just fucked her good and got her out of my system.
“No, I’m good.” I forced my gaze away from her. “Don’t bother about me. Just look through the stuff. I’ll call a maid to shift them to your closet once you’re done.”
“Okay,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
She was suspicious. She always had been.
The only sound in the room was the soft rustling of bags as she continued pulling out each item. I stole a few glances, watching her absentmindedly run her fingers through that ridiculously silky blonde hair of hers. Her hair.
God.
It felt like heaven tangled between my fingers. So good to pull. So good to tug. Hailey was too much softness. Too easy to bruise.
And I wished-fuck, I wished-she was tougher.
Then, she reached for another bag, slipping her delicate hand inside and pulling out something unexpected.
Red lace.
Her breath hitched. My pick.
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she held up the lingerie, staring at it like she couldn’t quite believe it had ended up here among the rest.
“Damien…” she started, her voice barely forming the syllables. She looked at me, eyes wide-only to freeze when she found me already watching her. I let my gaze travel over her-slow, deliberate-imagining that delicate lace hugging her curves, molding against her porcelain skin.
She’d look like a doll.
My doll.
My doll to fuck.
Heat coiled in my stomach. My cock twitched at the thought.
“What is it, Bunny?” I asked, keeping my smirk in check.
“I-I don’t remember picking this one.” She swallowed, her voice as flustered as the flush creeping down her neck. “I think they must have accidentally-”
“I bought it.”
Her lips parted slightly, her brows rising in surprise.
I could tell she was caught off guard, but she’d spent enough time around me now to know that surprises were just part of the deal.
“Why?” she whispered.
I shut my laptop, pushing it aside before rising to my feet. She was within reach now-so close-and I let my fingers slip beneath her chin, tilting her face up to meet my gaze.
“Because,” I murmured, my thumb tracing her jaw, “You’re going to wear it.”
She blushed again, and for a moment, I nearly abandoned my intentions-nearly tore that nightdress off her and fucked her senseless until she was a trembling, breathless mess beneath me. Until she begged me to stop. Until her tears stained her flushed cheeks and my cum was buried deep inside her tight little cunt.
Patience.
“Maybe…” she tried to steady herself, grasping for control. “I’ll wear it someday.”
She reached to put it away. I caught her wrist.
“Oh, you’re mistaken, baby,” I chuckled, leaning in, my breath hot against her skin. “You’re going to wear it now.”
Her lips parted in shock. “What?”
She shifted, her thighs rubbing together-and fuck, I knew. I knew that sweet little pussy was already soaking. The thought alone made it torture to wait. To not drop to my knees, shove her legs apart, and bury my tongue inside her sweet hole, devouring her until she couldn’t do anything but scream my name.
“Yes,” I murmured, trailing a finger along her jaw before brushing it over her lips. Soft. Warm. Taking advantage of her slight gasp, I slipped my fingers inside-pushing past those parted lips, deep enough to press against her tongue.
She gagged.
My cock twitched at the sound, at the tightness of her throat and softness of her sweet mouth. Fucking hell.
“You’ll wear it now, Bunny,” I rasped, voice low and dangerous. “And if you don’t…” I shoved my fingers deeper, groaning as her throat clenched around them, “… I’ll have to show you a worse side of me. And we both know you don’t want that.”
Her hands gripped my wrist, but she didn’t push me away. She looked up at me, those eyes turning glassy-not just with the slight burn of tears but with pure, unfiltered desire.
I had been easy on her so far. Too easy.
But my little vixen? She wanted more. I could tell it by the way she was gagging on my fingers just she’d gagged on my cock.
She whimpered around my fingers, nodding-her muffled yes coming out strangled and desperate.
I exhaled sharply, pulling my fingers free, watching the way her lips stayed parted, chest rising and falling as if she couldn’t quite catch her breath.
Gripping her jaw, I wiped away the line of drool tracing down her chin, my smirk deepening as I took her in-a perfect mess.
Teary-eyed. Swollen lips. Heavy breathing.
And still, so fucking innocent despite lending a hand in every one of my sins.
My beautiful mess.
And I fucking loved this beautiful mess.
“Then go and put it on, Bunny.” I tilted her chin higher, dragging my thumb along her bottom lip.
“And you’d better crawl back to me.”