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“Damian—”
I pull her closer, kissing her open mouth. It’s a very different kiss from last night. This is soft. This is gentle. This is me giving for a change. Because I know all I’ve done is take when it comes to her. And I know I’m not done taking.
I also know she doesn’t deserve any of this.
The thing is, I can’t let her go. Even now as I draw back and touch her cheek, I look at my hand against her pretty face, and I think about how ugly it is. How ugly I am. How monstrous my world.
And how I’ve plucked her from hers to force her into mine. To ruin her for my own selfish ends.
“Sometimes, I look at you,” she says, licking her lips and swallowing as I bring her closer to orgasm. “I look at you and think about what you said the first night we met. The thing about monsters being out in the open so you can see their eyes.”
I don’t look away even though I should. Because I should shield my true nature from her.
Because what am I but a monster to do what I’ve done?
I told her it was for her own good when I forced that ring onto her finger. I think some part of me believed that, too, at the time.
At least I’d be saving her life.
No, not saving it. Let’s be clear here. I’d be sparing it. But if I go through with things, by the time I’m done, I’ll have taken more from her than she can imagine. And she won’t recover.
Something twists inside me at that. My brother is right. There’s no denying it. I will break this girl because it’s what I do.
I should let her go. But I won’t. And it’s not just that I don’t want to.
I can’t.
“Damian,” she says, and when her eyes close, I watch a tear slide down her cheek. It twists something inside me, all her sadness. Her constant sadness.
“Cristina.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders and she makes that sound. It’s soft and quiet and just a whisper, a breath. All I can do is watch her. Watch her beautiful face as she’s about to come.
But she abruptly opens her eyes then, pushing my hand off her, sending water all over the bathroom floor.
Turning to face me, she studies me for a long moment as she gets to her knees. I can’t read her. For the first time since I’ve had her, I can’t read her.
“Not like this,” she says and stands. She looks down at me as water spills from her, feet straddling me, pussy at eye level. Wet and pink and making me harder than I already am.
She climbs out of the tub and walks to the door. Glancing over her shoulder at me with an almost forlorn expression.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Not like this,” she says, and I follow her out of the tub, grabbing a towel and walking into the bedroom.
I watch as she climbs onto the bed, getting on hands and knees, ass to me. She lowers herself onto her elbows and arches her back, knees wide enough to make my dick throb at the sight of her like this.
Like she’s an offering.
An offering to me.
She lays her cheek on the bed and looks at me. “Fuck me, Damian. Fuck me like you want to fuck me. I know you’re holding back. I feel it. I don’t want you to anymore. I want you to show me who you are.”
I drop the towel, my cock a steel rod. Placing my hands on her ass, I spread her wider, then lean my face down to kiss her, lick her from hole to hole.
“God, Cristina.” I climb onto the bed behind her and situate myself between her open legs. She feels different than any other woman. She is different than any other woman.
“Do it,” she demands, facing forward as if bracing herself. “Fuck me hard. Make it hurt, Damian. Make it hurt when you make me come.”
Arousal overrules confusion as I slide into her wet cunt, moaning with the sensation of it, of the tight fit of her. I look at us like this, look at her take me, then touch my thumb to her asshole and hear her moan. I want that, too. I want to fuck that tight little hole too.
“Harder!”
“You want it hard?” I slap her ass, then dig my fingers into her hips and hold her steady, making her take my thrusts. “You like it like this?” I spank her again and again, watch her skin redden as I do, hear her suck in a breath, and feel her cunt drip around my dick.
Driving into her, I move one hand to her clit and push the thumb of my other hand into her asshole. She’s tighter there and tenses momentarily. I curl my finger, hooking her.
