Hailey
I stared at my reflection, the lace lingerie Damien had chosen clinging to my curves like a second skin. I didn’t know why he had picked it, but the desire in his eyes earlier had ignited something dangerous in me, a fire smoldering in the pit of my stomach. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen me naked before. He had-touched every inch of me, tasted every part of me, claimed me in ways that left no room for modesty. And yet, heat crept up my cheeks at the thought of him seeing me in this. Especially after what he’d done earlier-shoving his fingers down my throat in that way.
No. I didn’t get off on pain. But I never pulled away when Damien Black was rough. Maybe because that was him-untamed, unapologetic, intoxicating.
I took a breath, taking in the sight of myself. The delicate lace barely covered my breasts, intricate floral patterns teasing rather than concealing. Thin straps rested on my shoulders, in stark contrast to the plunging neckline that dipped dangerously low. The high-cut sides elongated my legs, the garter straps dangling like an unspoken invitation. The crimson hue-bold, fiery-was sin itself.
Of course, Damien had chosen the most scandalous thing in the shop.
Slowly, I turned the doorknob and stepped out. My gaze flicked to him immediately. He sat at the edge of his bed, legs spread, exuding ownership. Of this room. Of this moment. Of me. And fuck-I couldn’t say he didn’t.
His gaze darkened the moment he saw me. I watched his eyes roam, drinking me in inch by inch, mapping every exposed curve, every teasing shadow of lace. His tongue flicked out as his focus lingered on my thighs before trailing back to my face.
Then, he mouthed, “Crawl, baby.”
Heat coiled inside me, unbearable, unrelenting. It became impossible to control my thoughts-harder still to soothe the ache between my thighs. Damien could simply breathe, and that alone would undo me. I fucking hated it.
Slightly trembling, I lowered myself onto the plush carpet. He wouldn’t take no for an answer-I knew that much. Slowly, deliberately, I started crawling toward him, the thick maroon fibers barely a comfort against the fire licking at my skin.
His storm-gray eyes followed every movement, tracking each shift of my limbs, every shaky breath. And when I finally reached him, level with his knees, he leaned in, elbows resting on his thighs. A hand caught my jaw, fingers gripping, holding me in place.
“You know what, Bunny?” His voice was low, restrained, dangerous. A shiver ran down my spine. “If I’d known you were this good at crawling, I’d have made you do it every fucking day.”
His lips brushed against mine, teasing, taunting.
“And then,” he murmured, “I’d have torn that lace right off your body and fucked you. You know how?” His thumb traced my bottom lip, dragging it down slightly before his voice dropped even lower. “I’d fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. Like it’s the last time I’ll ever taste your sweet cunt. Like you’re my salvation.”
His breath was fire against my skin.
“And every single time, I’d make sure you knew exactly who you belong to.”
Fuck. If only he knew what his words did to me.
I didn’t know what the hell I was supposed to say to him. I didn’t know if I was even allowed to look at him like this-completely, stupidly in love. But here I was, doing exactly what I shouldn’t.
His other hand traced the swell of my breast, and I sucked in a sharp breath. A slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips. He loved how sensitive I was to his touch-there was no doubt. He fucking loved it.
“Although,” he mused, his fingers ghosting over my left breast before circling my nipple, making it harden instantly, “it would’ve been better if I had known sooner.” His touch was teasing, deliberate. “But I still have the chance now. And I plan to take it-over and over again. But before that…”
He leaned back, spreading his legs wider, his heated gaze dropping to me. The way he looked down at me made my stomach coil tight.
“Take my cock out, Bunny.”
Heat surged to my face as I sucked in a breath. I shifted, settling onto my knees between his legs, placing my hands on his firm thighs as I tugged his joggers down. My fingers curled around his length, freeing him.
Thick. Hard. Perfect.
God! How could this mean have even a cock so perfect?
Even the veins on his cock stood out, making him look almost too tempting to resist. My lips parted as I stared, a flicker of disbelief and desire twisting inside me.
A low chuckle rumbled from him. He raked his fingers through my hair before fisting it into a makeshift ponytail, forcing my gaze up to meet his. His dark eyes burned with something raw.
“Suck, Bunny.”
I swallowed hard. He looked fucking unreal from this angle-like a god. And for a fleeting second, I wondered how many women had been ruined by him, how many had walked away with their hearts in pieces. It must have hurt to be heartbroken by a man like him, especially him.
But the thought vanished the moment his thumb swiped over my jaw, dragging me right back to him. Without hesitation, I wrapped my fingers around him, bringing my mouth down onto the tip, sucking gently.
A sharp hiss escaped his lips, his grip tightening in my hair.
“Don’t tease,” he warned, his voice thick with need. “Suck like a good little girl.”
A hot pulse shot through me, heat pooling between my legs. My walls clenched in anticipation.
This time, I flicked my tongue along the underside of his shaft, dragging it up to the tip before taking him deeper, inch by inch, until he hit the back of my throat.
A curse tumbled from his lips.
Encouraged, I hollowed my cheeks, working him with my mouth, bobbing my head, my fingers digging into his thigh. His body tensed, muscles straining beneath my touch.
“Fuck, Hailey,” he groaned, his voice raw. “You suck it so good, the thought of you doing this to someone else makes me want to kill every man in this world.”
I didn’t stop. Instead, I rolled my tongue along his length, ignoring his words, pushing him further.
But he didn’t take it lightly. His fingers tightened in my hair, yanking me back, forcing me to look at him.
His gaze darkened-possessive, dangerous.
“Tell me, Bunny,” he murmured, his voice laced with something lethal. “Have you ever done this to someone else?” His grip didn’t loosen. His stare burned through me. Like he would destroy anyone who had ever touched me before him. And indeed he wasn’t going to let me walk away unscathed.
I breathed heavily, my lips swollen, eyes glassy from holding back my gag reflex. My chest rose and fell in shallow gasps as his grip in my hair remained firm, demanding more than just silence.
“No,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, but certain.
His eyes darkened, still unsatisfied.
“Are you going to do this for someone else?”
A few days ago, that question might’ve shaken me. But now? Now, it wasn’t even a choice.
I could never see myself on my knees for anyone else. Not when it came to him. Not when every part of me already belonged to Damien.
“No,” I whispered, locking eyes with him. “I will never get on my knees for anyone else.”
For a moment, he just stared, as if my words had struck something deep within him-something he didn’t expect to hear.
Then, a curse slipped from his lips, raw and desperate.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Hailey.”
And before I could respond, he pulled me close and crushed his lips against mine, stealing my breath and any remaining thoughts.