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“Please. Not that.” The darkness creeps in. I bite my bottom lip.
He trails his hands around my sides to my back, then grips my sore ass cheeks, holding me in place. Pain throbs from my behind, reminding me what's real, anchoring me. “What do you need?”
“Just fuck me. Hard.”
He chuckles, the sound turning my legs to mush and my blood to molten lava. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
He places one soft kiss below my stomach, searing my body with more heat. Keeping his hands on my ass, he rises to one knee, then stands up, picking me up with him.I wrap my legs around his waist.
“You are mine, Kalena.” He looks straight into my eyes. “No more hiding.”
I nod as he grasps my hips and plunges inside me.
We moan together, our shared grunts echoing around the room as he sets a hard pace.
I tug my arms against the restraints. “Harder.”
The caged animal he keeps inside shatters. With one hand, he reaches above me. Something in the ceiling clicks. In the next instant, he pushes me backward, the chain above me sliding along the grid.
My back slams into the wall as Damien buries himself deep inside me. Rotating his hips, he lets loose, fucking me. Hard. I grip my heels into his ass, holding on, losing myself in the sensations.
His lips crash against mine.
Pain. Sweetness. Love.
It’s all there, anchoring me in place as my body soars higher. The tension builds. I roll my hips with his.
“Fuck, Damien.” A second, even more intense orgasm shatters through my being, washing my body with calm nothingness.
Damien thrusts once more, grinding deep inside me before grunting out his own release. Reaching up, he clicks another lever on the hook. It falls from the ceiling. Still tied together, I wrap my lethargic arms around his neck as we tumble to the ground.
Exhausted. Sated. At peace for once, I welcome sleep.
* * *
Bright white invades my senses. I blink, forcing my eyes open.
White.
White ceiling, walls, and bedding greet me. Yet, it’s not my room. I blink a few more times, sitting up in the plush bed.
I slept in Damien’s room.
Yawning, I glance around, but cannot find him anywhere. With a sigh, I stand up and head toward my room, still completely naked from the night before.
Just before I reach my door, I hear his voice emanating from his office.
“Scour the entire kitchen. Twice. The first time with bleach, the second with ammonia. Then you are done for the day.” A muffled response comes as I open my door. His voice resonates down the hall just before I duck into my room. “Kane, my office, now.”
I shake my head, shutting the door behind me. His words last night were just that, words. He’s still the same Damien. One look around my bedroom confirms that. Everything is cleaned, my new purse sitting on the nightstand. The voices creep back in, warning me that I’m here on borrowed time. Ignoring them, I head to the bathroom for a long shower, then pull on a simple, white dress.
When I finally emerge from my room, I find Damien sitting at a stool in the kitchen, reading a newspaper. The scent of astringent cleansers drifts through the air.
“There you are.” He smiles, folding the paper and setting it down on the island in front of him.
Wearing pale khakis and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and top two buttons undone, for a moment, he looks nothing like the serious man he’s become. For a moment, I wonder if what he said was true. That he’ll be here. Here to keep the voices and darkness away.
