body from my view. I place my hands on her shoulders and pushed them back making her stand tall…well, as tall as her five-foot-two-inches would allow. “Never hide from me, Halloween. I’ve been fantasizing about your body for more years than I can count.” I decided to give her a little bit of real honesty. “Graduation night, I wanted you so badly that I didn’t take the time to look and appreciate what you were giving me.” Her eyes were bugging out of her head so comically, I almost laughed. “I won’t be making that same mistake tonight. By the time I’m done with you, your entire body will be burned into my memory.” I was going to own every fucking inch of her.
“Damien…” she whispered astonished.
“Baby, I’m going to worship every inch of you,” I promised. “Get up on the bed and just lay back for me.”
I was shocked as shit when she obeyed me argument-free. I stood transfixed as she scooted herself backwards until her head rested on the ridiculous amount of pillows on the bed. They propped her body up giving me a direct view of her massive tits, so I really shouldn’t bad mouth the abundance of pillows.
I dropped my boxers, and I knew there was no way she couldn’t see how rock solid hard I was. Her eyes widen-God let that be with awe and not pity-and I quickly climbed up on the bed to cover her. Fiona instinctively opened her legs to accommodate me and the second her body cradled my cock, I knew I would never want to be anywhere else but here for the rest of my life.
I held myself up with my elbows and just took my time looking down at her face. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” Her eyes glossed over, and call me a pussy, but I wanted to tell her how sorry I was for everything, how much I love and have always loved her and ask her to marry me all at once.
I should have known it wouldn’t be that easy.
“Don’t say things like that to me, Damien.” She tilted her head back a little, strengthening her resolve. “I’m here for you to fuck and nothing more. Don’t act like you give a shit about me now.”
I didn’t blame her considering all she knew about me is what I’ve shown her, but that knowledge did nothing to curb the animal she riled up with her words. “So, you just want a repeat of graduation night? You want me to just take from you, is that it?”
Then she cut me to ribbons. “I was never confused into thinking you would do anything but take from me. You’ve been doing it since we were five.”
I was so pissed that she had every right to think that, I decided to show her the bastard she believed me to be. “In that case, know that it’s going to only be until I’m satisfied that I’ll leave your body alone. Until then, I don’t care how sore, bruised, or battered you are. I won’t stop until I’m done with you.”
Chapter 9
It’s not only the professionally
diagnosed that are crazy.
Fiona~
I don’t know what prompted me to bait him. I just knew the gentleness he showed me was fucking with my head. I didn’t want him telling me I was beautiful. I didn’t want him caressing me tenderly. I wanted…no; I needed him to use me ruthlessly if I was going to make it out of this arrangement with any kind of sanity left to speak of. I didn’t want to like him.
I tried to be realistic and practical, but it was pretty evident I was out of my mind crazy. I mean, what other explanation could there be for me actually liking the way he was kissing and touching me? The second I felt his lips on mine and his hands on my body I had been a goner. I was a pathetic, sad, desperate, confused goner. How could his touch feel so good when I hated him so much?
I’ve only been touched by three other men after graduation night and none of what they did came close to how inflamed Damien made my body. I was definitely going to need professional couch time therapy after these next six months…three times a week, most likely.
Damien started at my right ear and started kissing his way down my neck and it felt sooooooo deliciously sinful. I wanted to cry because he wasn’t doing anything special.