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He pulled out, but when Sydney protested, he gave her one last taste.
Her mouth sucked with the perfect amount of pressure, sucked him so perfectly no woman had ever made him nearly lose control like this. His body tightened, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as a growl left his lips.
He pulled free and seized her face in his hand, relishing how she panted for him
“You get more of that later, Sydney, but now….”
He positioned himself between her creamy thighs and caressed her for a moment, savoring the feel of her. His head spun with arousal and need for this woman. She lay beneath him with her pulse fluttering madly against her throat and her body bound to be taken by him, only him.
He thrust himself back in and his balls gathered tightly against his body when he heard the sound of pleasure that Sydney released.
It was almost like the sound of pain, she needed him so much.
He dropped over her and kissed her, fingers caressing every inch of her body “Now you will always think of me when you think of being bound. You will think of this.”
“Yes,” she strained out, her face ravaged in ecstasy.
He shifted and braced up on his arms. “You will think of you being helpless…under me…bound and completely possessed by me and only me. No other man will have this. No other man will have you.”
She squeezed her eyes shut on the next thrust and chewed on her lower lip from the effort of the fuck, hips angling up to receive him. “Who did…you think…I imagined…was binding me…?” she cried with tears in her eyes and the sweat of lust on her skin.
“Damn you, I knew it was me,” he growled in that last final thrust and he yelled her name and shot off a huge load inside her. In that instant, Sydney reached the pinnacle, his cock continued stiffening as he shot out several more loads of sperm inside her.
She had tears in her eyes by the time he unbound her, and he licked each one of those tears, dreading they were for someone else. He wanted to ask, but his heart cramped with fear they were for Court. He drew her to him and cuddled her, for the first time in his life, wanting to build himself a real home here.
He was tired of not belonging anywhere, to anyone.
He was tired of being surrounded, revered, feared…but alone.
He was tired of being wanted for what he could give, without even anyone bothering to see the man he really was. This lovely young girl, who he suddenly wanted above anything, had always cared for him.
But she’d been rejected by her first choice tonight, and she’d come to Damien. What sickened him was that he knew, and that he still would take her like this. He would still take her even fearing if she’d had her choice, she would’ve been somewhere else.
He ached to make her forget her best friend. He ached to make her forget everything but him.
She dozed off into sleep and he took advantage of her soft, dreamy state to whisper to her, “You’re mine to pleasure. Mine to caress. Mine and you know this.”
She was groggy, clutching him to her. He kissed her softly on the lips.
“I can’t handle a second of your lips on anyone’s but mine—your touch on anyone but me. Do you understand what I am telling you, Sydney?”
Unwillingly she was overcome with a hot tremor of desire and her hand at the back of his neck.
“You’re mine,” he murmured. “And I’m not going to share you with Court.”
nine
He woke up to the sound of running water coupled with squealing. Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, he rose from the bed to find his entire harem trickling into his bedroom. Six ladies, all of them in various state of undress under their coats. They squealed when they saw he, too, was naked. And in bed.
“Damien! Mmm!” Trisha, a sassy brunette, tore off her coat and threw herself on him. Damien easily shoved her aside and rose to his feet, grabbing a pair of pajama bottoms. “Put your coats back on,” he said, pushing the coat Trisha had just removed back against her.
He’d forgotten he’d told them to come pick up their monthly allowance on the first of every month, and that he’d instructed his doormen to let them in. He’d been keeping them for years, traveling with them, had asked them to find an apartment as soon as he’d returned, telling them he’d take care of everything—as he always did. It felt like it had happened ages ago, in another lifetime, before Sydney had gone up and outright bought him.
Shit.
Sydney had to be in the shower—and Damien feared he was still on unsteady ground with her. Because her precious Court obviously didn’t have a harem or a history like Damien.
Fuck the harem.
