Hailey
His breath grazed the curve of my ear, his voice a whisper as he dove deeper into me. “What a tight little cunt you have, Bunny,” he rumbled, his words dripping with hunger. My head lolled against his shoulder, my body boneless in his hold. Without his hands steadying me, I’d have crumpled beneath the weight of his touch. “It grips me just right,” he growled. “Like you were made for me.”
Damien had never been one for mercy. He took what he wanted, and right now, he was devouring me. I wished I could say I hated it-that I didn’t crave every brutal inch of him-but I’d be lying. Damien could carve his name into my skin, and I’d wear it like a crown. He could claim to be a monster, and I’d walk willingly into his jaws. He could slit my fucking throat and I’d fuckig let him!
He owned me-body and soul.
And I despised him for it.
Yet, my fingers found their way to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. My lips brushed against his throat, a desperate, silent plea to disappear beneath his skin. “Damien…” His name was a breath, a prayer as if he was my god. My other hand clung to the headboard, knuckles white as my legs trembled.
A sharp slap landed against my ass, and I gasped, the sting blooming into a twisted sort of pleasure. His voice slithered into my ear, dark and commanding. “What did I say earlier?”
My breath hitched. I’d forgotten his rule-the one enforced with sharp, stinging reminders on my now red ass.
“T-To not…” My voice quivered.
“Quicker, Bunny.” His grip tightened in my hair, tugging my head back until our eyes met. His gaze pierced through the haze, stripping me bare in a way that had nothing to do with nudity.
“To not say your name like that when you’re inside me,” I breathed, my words dissolving into a moan as his hand slid between us, fingers circling my clit. Pleasure coiled tight, so close I could taste it. I was close-so fucking close.
“And what did you just do?” His lips dragged along my neck, every brush of his mouth a brand. His thrusts slowed, dragging out my torment, each movement a calculated punishment. He was going to kill me like that.
A whimper slipped free, my pride crumbling. “Sorry…” The word tumbled from my lips, raw and needy. “Please, now-”
His chuckle was dark before a smirk curved at his beautiful lips that I could still feel against mine from all those kisses, “Please what, Bunny? You want me to fuck you?” His teeth grazed my earlobe, his hand moved and squeezed my breast, pinching my nipple, making me even more wet-even with his cock inside of me, I didn’t know what i wanted more that I was so desperate-maybe more than just another causal fuck-maybe all of him whilst he’d fuck me-to know he was mine, not for just a second, but for a long time untill I could see my end, “Trust me, I am already doing that,” He mumured, “And that ‘sorry’ sounded too good on your lips. Say that again, sweetheart.”
I pushed myself against him, desperate for friction, but he fisted my hair and yanked my head back so our eyes met. God, I wished he hadn’t done that-because staring into those dark, unyielding eyes was like teetering on the edge of a cliff.
This man terrified me.
Because I knew that if I looked a second longer, I’d be absolutely in love with him. Or maybe… I already was.
Forget it.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, his name trembling on my tongue. My skin felt too tight, every nerve ending alight with need. “Damien… please.”
“Such a good little girl, aren’t you, Bunny?” His lips curled into a grin against my skin before he pulled out and flipped us effortlessly. One moment, I was pressed against his chest; the next, I was straddling him, his rock-hard cock rubbing against my belly.
God, he was big-I didn’t know if I’d ever stop being shocked at the sight of him.
Apparently not anytime soon.
His gaze locked onto mine, one hand settling on my hips while the other trailed lower, fingers teasing over my clit.
I bit my bottom lip, trying to stifle a moan-
Smack.
The sharp sting bloomed across my ass, and I gasped.
“Try that again, and you’ll see what happens.”
His voice was low, threatening, licking up my spine like fire. A part of me wanted to test it. But I was already playing with fire-already risking everything by being with him.
“Our parents…” I hesitated. “They’ll hear us.”
A slow, wicked smirk curved his lips. He grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me closer until our noses nearly touched, “Guess what, Bunny?”
I licked my lips, desperate not to kiss him. Every time I did, I only sank deeper into this addiction-this man was a drug, and I was past the point of no return.
His voice dropped, a dark shadow curling around the words.
“I have bad news for you. If they walk in on us, I wouldn’t bother explaining a damn thing. I’d just look them in the eye and keep fucking this perfect little cunt-” he thrust up his cock just enough to make my breath hitch “-while telling them exactly what they need to know.”
His fingers tightened on my neck, his lips grazing mine, “That you are mine. Mind, body, and soul-you are fucking mine, Hailey. Mine.” And with that, he slammed his lips against mine, ruining me-with just that kiss, just those words.
In that moment, I knew…
I’d never recover from Damien Black.
And when he gripped my hips, lifted me, and slammed me down onto his cock-filling me to the hilt-I realized I’d never fucking recover from this cock either.
He had me. Wrapped around his fingers. His cock. His goddamn smile.
A moan climbed out of my throat as he stretched me, filled me, like he had always belonged inside me. A deep groan slipped past his lips, the sound raw, primal-and fuck, it set me on fire.
“God, how are you still so fucking tight?” His voice was strained, his fingers digging into my hips. His voice was strained as he pulled out and slammed his cock back inside of my pussy.
Before I knew it, my hips had a mind of their own, rocking back and forth, and soon, he relinquished control, no longer moving.
“That’s it, Bunny,” he murmured, kissing my jaw, his hands squeezing my breasts beneath his palms. “Ride my cock.”
His words fueled me, and I picked up the pace, gripping his broad shoulders for balance.
God, this position made me feel him deeper than ever before.
Suddenly, he locked eyes with me. Every part of me screamed to look away, but I didn’t. Instead, I met his gaze, allowing myself to feel the rapid beat of my heart, the emotions I could never admit.
His hand slid to my face, his thumb brushing my cheek, before pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. “God, I hate that you’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice filled with pain. To ease it, I traced my nails down the back of his neck, letting them disappear into his hair. I felt him shudder. I’d touched him enough, known him enough, to understand where he was sensitive.
“God, Hailey-” he tried to speak, but I pressed a finger to his lips.
I slowed my movements, taking my time, sliding him in and out of me, each stroke deliberate. “You said you don’t believe in God, Damien,” I whispered, my words breathy and soft, “What changed now that you’re calling his name?”
Something flickered in his eyes. He tensed, but I didn’t back down. I wanted his answer.
“Tell me.” I leaned in, brushing my lips against his, moving my hips slightly faster, taking him deeper. His breath hitched-he was close, but I knew the answer to my question mattered just as much.
He hesitated, his gaze dark, before his hand slid to my throat, tightening. His eyes bore into mine as he spoke, his voice rough. “You, Hailey. It’s all your fucking fault. You’ve ruined this for me. Ruined my peace. And I hate you for that. I’ll always hate you for it.”
A smile tugged at my lips, and I didn’t try to stop it.
Maybe because now, I understood. His words meant something-I mattered. It was a peaceful realization.
“It’s a shame,” I whispered, gripping his wrist, the hand that was around my throat.
His grip loosened, confusion clouding his eyes. “What?”
“I said, it’s a shame, Damien,” I repeated, raising my hips and slamming down harder, a groan escaping his lips. I met his gaze, eyes steady. “Because you made me love the devil, and I’m afraid I can never hate you for that.”
And before he could speak, I pressed my lips to his, cutting off whatever words he was about to say.