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“Damian, what is it?” I tapped my fingers over top of his. “Where did you go on me?”
“Bash is the only one who really accepts me,” he confessed. “No one else gets me.”
“Yeah, I can see that.” I stroked my fingers down his arm, and his lips parted with desire. “But what kind of deal did Arlo make with Bash’s grandfather?”
He licked his lips, focused on my mouth. “He promised to give Arlo more time to produce an heir from a Founding Family.” Damian grabbed my thigh and pulled me onto his lap. “You’re our saving grace, Pet.”
I felt his excitement through his pants and rocked my hips to meet his growing erection. “You don’t need me.”
“Yes, I do,” he breathed, his lips inches from mine. “We all need something different from you.”
“What do you need from me?”
He sucked my lip into his mouth and tugged hard, avoiding my question. I thought for a moment he would kiss me.
“Tell me, Damian.” I rubbed my wet pussy against his very hard cock and hooked my arms around his neck. “I want to understand you. I know you feel you can only be yourself with Bash, but I want to be that person for you, too.”
He grabbed my ass cheeks and created some friction between us. “I don’t want you to be afraid. I want to teach you, to show you what I like.”
“Okay,” I agreed. “Show me.”
He flipped me onto my back and stripped off my skirt and panties within seconds. Damian removed my clothes so quickly I couldn’t even process what was happening. As he moved between my thighs, I reached forward and yanked off his tie, working feverishly on undoing each of the buttons of his dress shirt.
Dark ink marked most of his chest, starting at his collarbone and dipping beneath his boxer briefs. He had both arms covered in sleeves with hardly any place left untouched. But I stopped moving when I spotted the tattoo right over his heart. I pressed my fingers over the exact spot where it saidAlexandreain black script with a crown beneath it.
My lips parted in surprise as I looked up at him. “Damian, you have my name over your heart.”
He looked away. “I got that a long time ago.”
I turned his gaze back to me and smiled. “Until recently, I thought you hated me.”
He shook his head. “I never hated you. I hated my feelings for you.”
Feelings? I didn’t think he had any, but maybe I was wrong about him. Maybe someone with his condition could love a woman. Or maybe it was just his obsession with me.
As if we never had this conversation, he shrugged off his shirt, discarded his pants and boxer briefs. He kneeled between my legs, his long, hard cock aimed at me.
Even as a teenage girl, I knew he wouldn’t be sweet or gentle. So when he thrust into me, filling me to the hilt, I had expected it. Though my body still hadn’t adjusted to his size or the quickness of his movements.
He lifted his silky red tie from the bed with a smirk. I noticed the shift in his demeanor the second he pinned my arms above my head and tied my wrists together.
“Damian,” I choked out. “What are you doing?”
“You said I can be myself with you.” His tongue glided across his full, red lips. “Let me show you.”
“I thought bondage was Bash’s kink.”
An evil grin pulled at his mouth. “It’s mine, too.”
He pumped into me harder, raising both of my thighs over his shoulders as he slammed into me like he was trying to leave an imprint of his cock in my pussy. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Your pussy is so tight.” My dangerous psycho went to a completely different place as he drove into me like a maniac, fucking me so hard I felt a lot of pain before it turned to pleasure. “Open up for me, Pet.”
After he destroyed my pussy, he pulled out of me and reached for a black rope tied to the bedpost. My eyes widened as he wrapped the rope around my ankle, then moved to the other side to repeat the same process with my right ankle.
“Damian, I haven’t even let Bash do this. I’m trusting you.”
He nodded. “You can trust me.”
With my legs spread wide, I’d never felt so vulnerable, exposed. But knowing Damian wouldn’t judge me, I didn’t care all that much. He’d never treated me like the crazy girl because he was even crazier than me.
