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I sit on the corner of the bed, stroking myself nice and fast as I watch her touch herself. I’ve never wanted to fuck a woman this badly before. “Do you feel me thrusting inside of you, fucking you, hard and deep?”
Her cries grow urgent. She thrashes around unrestrained, while her fingers dive in and out, the other hand flicking her clit. “Yes...yes I want you,” she moans, her voice tense as she watches me touch myself.
“Do you know how badly I want to fuck you? God baby, the things I’d do.” My strokes grow ruthless, my cock throbbing, needing to come.
And then her hips arch up, toes curling as she comes violently. “Yessss, Damian...”
My cock tightens, my balls catch on fire and I come fiercely for her, the only woman who's ever made me want more of everything.
“You’ve broken me for all men,” she says, trying to catch her breath, while I catch mine.
“You’ve broken me, period. I’ve never came so hard in my life, and I haven’t even fucked you,” I growl, my eyes raking the length of her body with equal parts frustration and desire.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she mutters, grinning through heated eyes.
“Like what?” I smirk, doing it again.
“Like you want to devour me.”
“That’s because I do.” I stand, walking over to her while I take off my dirty shirt and tuck myself back in. “I want your skin on my lips, your taste on my tongue, and that beautiful pussy wrapped around me.” My hand skims up her chest, leaving goosebumps along her skin, until I reach her lips.
I part her mouth and dip my finger inside. She sucks it deep, swirling her hot tongue around it, our gazes locked, burning with desire not yet quenched.
“I need you like I need to breathe, Lilah. But I know once we’re together, there’s no way I’ll allow anyone else to have you.” I remove my finger from her mouth and kiss her cheek. She looks at me the same way I just looked at her and my stomach contracts sending blood rushing back to my cock.
“Stop looking at me like that,” I say, the corners of my lips curving into a smile.
She grabs a pillow and screams into it in frustration, then tosses it, shooting me a playful, yet agitated look. Moving closer, I sit beside her, reaching for a strand of loose hair, and tuck it behind her ear. Her eyes narrow and lips part, releasing a raggedy breath. Our hunger for each other can’t be tamed. It longs to live, to breathe, lighting up every molecule within our soul.
I stand, reluctantly preparing to leave but before I go, I capture her eyes. “I’ve been fooling myself into believing I could stay away from you. I’m no longer going to try.”
Chapter 15
Lilah
Ijolt awake to the sound of my ringing phone but make no attempts to see who’s calling. My body still feels like jello from the night before. He makes me feel that good.
I’m stuck at a crossroads. My heart wants Damian but my head’s clouded with fear. In my dreams, I reach out to touch him, even though the warning bells scream at me to stay away, but when he’s finally near, it’s Ash I see. Angry. Menacing. Threatening.
Go ahead. Ruin me. That’s what I wish I could say, but never do.
My cell phone rings again, the annoying sound has me wanting to shut it off. I pick it up anyway and my gut sinks when I see who it is.
“Hey.”
“Morning babe.” Ash’s voice drifts across the line. “I was thinking we might grab some lunch today. I want to talk to you about some things.”
Oh no. If he brings up moving in or worse, marriage, I don’t know how I’ll be able to avoid his temper when I turn him down. He won’t stay patient much longer. He’ll expect me to do what he wants eventually. I can’t live in this cage anymore. I have to find a way out.
“Oh. What about?”
“Let’s save that for later. I can pick you up at one. Make sure you wear your hair up; I like it that way. And no heels.”
“Fine.” I hang up before he replies. I squeeze the phone so hard the blood drains from my palm.I hate him! It’s not enough he belittles and hurts me, but he expects to dictate what I look like too, like I’m a doll to be dressed for his pleasure. I drop the phone on the bed and tug at my hair, staring at the ceiling. When will I be free?
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The one consistent thing about Ash is he's always on time, except when he’s early. Today is one of those days. He arrives twenty minutes before I expected him, leaving me scrambling to finish. He hates when I make him wait so I don’t need reasons to anger him.
