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Damian moved me up toward the headboard, so my legs were open as far as they would go. The ropes rubbed my skin, but I tried to ignore it. I’d asked him to show me what he liked, so he would feel like he could talk to me. Even if I was a little scared, I had to pretend for him. I had to know what he was really like in the bedroom.
He untied my wrists and threw the silk tie on the floor. I let out a sigh of relief, which didn’t last long. Because he pulled my arms apart and bound each of my wrists to the posts of his headboard. Damian climbed on top of me with a knife in his hand and unsheathed the blade.
“You’re pretty, Pet.” A sadistic look crossed his handsome face as our eyes met. “But I need to put my mark on you. So my brothers know exactly where I’ve touched you.”
I bit my lip to stop it from trembling. “Are you going to cut me?”
He nodded. “I want to taste you.”
My blood.
Oh my God.
“Okay,” I whispered. “But promise not to get too carried away. Bash isn’t here to stop you this time.”
“Don’t you trust me?” His jaw clenched as his grip tightened on the knife. “You said you did.”
I arched my hips, and the tip of his cock brushed my wet folds. “Yes. I trust you.”
He leaned forward with the blade inches from my inner thigh. A wave of nervous energy rushed over me, sending a tremor down my spine.
“Damian,” I bit out. “Wait.”
His eyes lifted to meet mine.
“Kiss me first.”
He shook his head.
We still hadn’t kissed, even after all these years. I wanted him so badly I couldn’t stand not having this moment of intimacy with him.
“If you ever want us to have a similar connection to what you have with Bash, you need to kiss me.”
That seemed to catch his attention. He set the knife on the mattress beside me and crawled up my body. His hand slid beneath my chin, and an apprehensive look crossed over his face.
“Have you ever kissed a woman?”
Another shake of his head.
Like Luca, he wasn’t a fan of kissing or intimacy or anything that required human contact. They were so fucked up. Even after years of trauma, I could still feel love and compassion and normal human emotions.
“Kiss me.” My tone was firm, demanding. “Now.”
He bent his head down, his lips so close to mine I could feel his breath on my skin. “Will this make you happy, Pet?”
“I think it will make you happy, too.” I smiled up at him with my eyes, trying to forget about the sting of the ropes on my skin. “You need this kiss as much as I do.”
A dark chuckle escaped past his lips. “And you think you know what I need?”
“Yes, I do.” I wet my lips. “Kiss me, Damian. Your queen won’t ask you again.”
He smirked with a wicked glint in his eyes, and then his mouth descended upon mine, his tongue parting my lips. I kissed him with every bit of pent-up frustration and desire I’d harbored over the years. We fought for possession over the other, our tongues tangling with a delicious fury that made me crave him even more.
When I rocked my hips again, he held me down and slammed his big cock inside me once more. He got rougher with each thrust, his kisses hot and angry. I loved this side of him. It was carnal, raw, and this crazy motherfucker was all mine.
He shoved his fingers into my mouth right as our lips separated and slid them down my throat. I practically choked on them. Harder and harder, he fucked me like a demon possessed by his need to ruin me. To show me who owed my body.
I didn’t expect love making or anything sweet. With Damian, I didn’t want hearts and roses. I wanted the wild, uninhibited monster who had haunted my dreams for years.
