to turn everything I knew about him into a lie and, if I let him, then the shit he did to me as we were children growing up would be nothing compared to the devastation he could cause me now.
“Please what, baby?” He labored over me and I could see the cords in his muscle straining with his efforts. “You need to cum?”
“Yes!”
“Beg me, Halloween. Beg me to make you cum. Tell me it’s my cock you want fucking this tight, hot cunt. Tell me and make me believe it, baby.”
“Damien, please….” My body was on the edge of another explosion and just needed that final push.
“I said make me fucking believe it!” he gritted out.
“Damien, just you…only you. Just, please, it’s always you!” And that was the truth. He made sure to spend our childhoods embedding himself into my every emotion that I’d never get him out.
And I believed, after this, I wouldn’t.
He buried his face in my neck and his next words pushed me over the edge. “And it’s always going to be me, Fiona.”
I came with so much force, white spots danced behind my eyes and my entire body locked up. It seemed as if my orgasm did nothing but spur him on more. He didn’t relent at all and kept viciously fucking me though my spasms.
Now, if every romance book I have ever read is to be believed, this was the part where he was supposed to cum too, and then we’d lay quietly, basking in the minor traumas our bodies just went though.
Well, the books lied because he didn’t cum.
He. Just. Kept. Going.
And going…and going…and goddamn going.
However, it appeared my body was on the same page as Damien’s was, because my legs instinctively pulled up higher giving him all the access he needed to ruin me.
And ruin me he wanted. “That’s right, baby, give me one more. Give me just one more and then I’ll let you rest.”
I let out a confused whimper because my overwhelmed mind knew I needed a break, but my traitorous body wanted none of it.
I started pushing my body towards him and actively fucking him back. He let out a strangled groan and moved his arms to hook both my legs over the crooks of his elbows. I didn’t think my body could open more for him, but I was wrong.
I had no leverage whatsoever to hinder the force of his thrusts. His dick was so big he kept hitting something inside me. It was uncomfortable and sinful all at the same time.
“Damien, I can’t...it hurts…” It didn’t exactly hurt, but it couldn’t be good for my insides to be knocked around, right?
He pulled back from my neck to look at me, not once letting up. “Good. I want you to hurt, Halloween. I want every ache and pain you have to result from my cock in your cunt.”
I started to feel that familiar build up at his words. Who knew dirty talk could be such an aphrodisiac?
It wasn’t five minutes later when my body exploded with that sensational starburst of pleasure. I could feel my pussy clench mercilessly around his dick and, praise Jesus, it was enough to make him lose control.
“Fuck, Fiona!” I looked up at him in time to watch his face contort in his release.
Goddamn, the man was beautiful.
He kept thrusting inside me until we could both feel his erection begin to subside, and then he simply rolled off of me to lie beside me.
That didn’t surprise me as much as when he slid his arm under my neck and used his strength to haul me up, so that I now had my head resting in the crook of his shoulder, my cheek on his chest. God, why did this feel so comfortable? How could I feel anything…positive, with this man?
“What now?” I immediately stiffened as those exact words took me back to the one other time I had said them to him. I just had the best sexual experience of my life and it was tainted with memories of cruelty and broken emotions.
My body was basking in the glorious aftermath of his touch while my mind was screaming at me that I was weak and stupid. My pride joined in, telling me that being broken and homeless was better than betraying my soul and letting this man use me.
Damien stretched his other arm across his body to grab the back of my thigh and haul it across his body. He was truly cradling me now,