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I finally nod, giving in to him. If he needs this game, then I'll give it to him. Maybe the reward will actually be worth it.
“Good girl,” he croons, holding up the remote and turning the vibrations back on. It doesn't take long to get me to the edge, and each time he stops, those damn tears threaten to resurface.
When he stops the third time he rips the soaked fabric away, kneeling down in front of me. Part of me expects him to put his mouth on me. But instead, a gentle hand slides over my dripping center.
“You did so good, Little Shadow. So fucking good,” he says, and I melt into him. He uses his other hand to spread my legs wider before hooking one leg over his shoulder.
His fingers part my folds causing the cool night air to touch my most sensitive area. Slowly, he slides one finger into me, curling to hit that spot deep inside. I moan, rocking into his hand. When my thrusting becomes erratic, he adds two more fingers, taking me so close to the edge. I roll my hips, needing friction on my clit.
He instantly gets the message, moving his thumb to rub circles around the little nub while his fingers slide in and out at a brutal pace.
It feels so good, so intense. Like I'm in a trance and all that exists is the two of us, right here and now.
“Come for me, Little Shadow,” he orders. “Come on my fingers. I want to feel that pussy clench around me.” He leans forward, biting into my inner thigh hard with a growl like some kind of feral animal.
I cry out, his dirty words sending me to new heights as I give over to the heat in my core. My pussy clenches like a vice as I explode, pain mixing with pleasure in the most amazing way. I slide down as my legs start to give out, forcing his fingers to sink even deeper into me.
The sounds escaping me can surely be heard across the island, but I’m far from caring. Far from being able to think of anything except Damien's fingers deep inside me.
He finger fucks me through my orgasm, pulling every drop of pleasure out of me until I’m a puddle.
When I can’t take anymore, he glides his fingers out slowly before sucking them clean. My mouth drops open in a gasp, the sight of him licking my cum off of his fingers is already turning me on again.
“Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined,” he says, as he gets to his feet.
He searches around for my shorts. Finding them, he helps me slide them back on before tucking the little toy into his pocket. “Keeping this for later,” he says, biting his lip.
I'm too satiated to move, to talk, to do anything. Damien reaches out a hand to help me, but as soon as I attempt to take a step, my legs give out. Emotions I’ve never felt before come flooding to the surface.
My whole body feels like jello when Damien catches me and lifts me into his arms.
“I got you,” he says softly. “I’ll take care of you.” He places a soft kiss on my forehead and I rest my head against his chest, refusing to think of anything and just be in this moment. I let the utter bliss take over and melt into the strength carrying me.
Chapter 29
I'm sitting on the couch when Damien walks in carrying Evie in his arms. For a brief moment, I panic, thinking something happened to her. But she doesn't look injured, or even defeated like I expected. She looks utterly exhausted, yet somehow content. She doesn’t make eye contact with me, turning her face into Damien's chest as he takes her to her room.
He stays in there for a while until I hear the shower turn on. When he walks out, he shuts the door behind him gently.
“Want to share what that’s about?” I ask, gesturing to Evie's room.
He gives me a hard look. “With you? No.” He gives me his back and walks straight to his room, slamming his door.
His attitude is understandable, even if it still makes me grind my teeth in annoyance. I figured what happened on the boat would cause some tension. Lev hasn’t spoken to me since, immediately walking out of the room any time I enter. This is also the first time I've seen Damien since the party, and it seems he isn’t very happy either.
However, neither of them stepped in. They may try to make me the villain, but they sure as hell aren’t heroes.
I only planned on spanking her. She needed to learn her place and that my threats are serious. Yet when she let out that moan of pure pleasure, I was forced to hold back my own at the sight in front of me. Her bright red ass was bearing my handprint, her body squirming under my hold, attempting to conceal her arousal.
Her shorts were fuckingsoaked.
Her attitude when she told me to go to hell only heightened my need to make her submit. I swear she knows that her smart mouth is something I despise as much as I crave.
I groan, reliving the moment. Her tight lips wrapped around me. The sound of her humming, tasting, relishing in the brutality of my demon. She took it all and acted like she liked it. All until she ran away.
No one defies me. Not even Lev and Damien. Until recently, at least. Yet, this smartass princess walks in here, causes chaos in my life, then tells me to go to hell. Who the fuck does she think she is?
When she ran away from me with those tears in her eyes, that was the first time I felt something in a long time. Something I didn’t like. Something awfully close to regret.
