Chapter 2
Damian
The bedroom door clicked shut behind Riley and Marc as they left, the sound echoing in the cavernous stillness of the penthouse. My breaths were slow and calculated as I turned to face Jade.
She stood in front of me, still in her maid uniform—and if I was right in my assessment—still wet from my cum too. But her posture was defiant, her glare aimed at me.
“You’ve been lying to me from the start,” I said, my voice cold, yet filled with an edge that tightened the room. “I’ve had enough. Tell me the truth, Miss Calloway. What are you hiding?”
Her jaw clenched, her lips pressed into a thin line. Silent.
I moved closer, watching her every move, cataloging the smallest of shifts. She was strong, but not infallible. I could see the way her pulse quickened, her breath catching subtly—tiny cracks in her composure. She fought it, but I knew better. Knew her better.
“Lying doesn’t suit you,” I murmured, my voice a low, menacing tone.
“Do you know what I do to people who lie to me?” She stayed silent, so I continued.
“I tie them up and torture them. You know who I am, Miss Calloway. I made sure of that when you started working here. Don’t think I won’t hurt you. ”
Her eyes flashed and she stiffened, her arms crossing tightly over her chest. “You don’t scare me, Damian,” she said, her voice steady despite the underlying tremor.
“Scare?” I echoed, a smile playing at the edge of my lips. “Maybe not. But it should. What I do with control—what I take when I’ve got you exactly where I want—should scare you.” In fact, it should fucking terrify her.
She met my gaze, unflinching. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Haven’t you?” I took another step forward, closing the space between us until there was barely any air left.
Doubt flickered across her expression. Her breath hitched, and I watched the way her chest rose sharply, betraying her. “No, I haven’t,” she whispered again, but this time, there was a crack in her voice—a vulnerability she couldn’t mask.
I leaned in, brushing my lips lightly against her ear. “Then why were you running from me, Jade?” I murmured, watching how her neck prickled with goosebumps when I said her name.
Her eyes flickered, her breath uneven. She tried to resist, tried not to lean against me. But she couldn’t help it. Just like I couldn’t help but stroke my knuckles against her cheek.
My hand trailed down her jaw, then her neck. Her shoulder. I couldn’t help myself, and I watched it with a frown, unable to stop myself from touching her skin, trailing them down her arm. Brushing against the softness of her wrist, a touch both tender and commanding. Making her shiver.
“You’re fucking weak for me,” I crooned, laughter in my voice as I snagged her hand. “Aren’t you, Jade?”
Her breath came quicker, her chest rising and falling with each struggle to maintain composure. “I’m not weak,” she insisted, struggling to pull away from my grip.
My laugh was real this time, loud, as I wrapped my free arm around her waist. Pulled her closer.
“No?” I taunted, dipping to nip her nose.
She melted for me, and it felt fucking unbelievable, but I couldn’t be distracted right now.
I needed answers. “Sweetheart, don’t lie to yourself.
I’ve seen the way you look at me. Those pretty deer eyes of yours are as hungry as a wolf’s, Jade, and they follow me,” I leaned in to kiss her lips, “ Everywhere. ”
She moaned, not even trying to push me away.
“I don’t have anything to tell you, Damian,” she said again, though this time, the words were hollow.
Nudging her backwards, I hummed my acknowledgment as I bent to kiss her again. She tasted so fucking sweet for a liar.
A huff escaped her as her back met the wall, and I moved to pull both of her hands above her head, only needing one hand to hold them.
She stretched beautifully under my ministrations, arching against the wall like a fucking cat in heat.
My tongue traced a path outside her lips before I broke away to kiss her neck.
It was just supposed to be a distraction while I unbuckled my belt, but her tongue twined mine and I let out a hoarse groan into her mouth as I pressed harder against her.
Shivers wracked her frame, and her breath caught sharply as she rocked against my dick—aching and hard, even after I’d had her earlier.
I couldn’t stop myself from gripping onto her, dry-humping against her.
My mind had been stuck on her pussy ever since I left it, repeating the sounds she made, and the way she felt.
Tearing myself away, I cursed into Jade’s neck. The cold metal of my belt felt heavy in my hands as I slipped it from the loops of my trousers. Concentrate. I had to fucking concentrate.
“You’ve been lying to me from the start,” I said, my voice low and intimate. I meant for it to be commanding, but I couldn’t help the way my body reacted to her. “I want the truth, Jade. Who sent you?”
“Se-sent me?! Are you fucking kidding me right now?” She bristled at my words, her voice raising with panic as I wrapped my belt around her wrists. “No one sent me! I don’t know what you’re talking about. Please, Damian, you have to believe me. This isn’t what you think it is.”
I stepped closer, closing the space between us. “Don’t play games with me,” I said sharply. “You’ve been playing your little charade, but it’s over.”
Her eyes met mine, steady and defiant. Furious. That shouldn’t have turned me on, but it did.
“I’m not lying. You’re paranoid,” she hissed, her body arching as I pulled her wrists higher.
And that only made me more determined. I moved quickly, wrapping my belt around her wrists, binding her tightly. Realization struck as I pulled away, running my hands down her sides. My fingers hooked in the belt loops of her skirt and I used the momentum to shove them down.
Her bare pussy was marked with my cum, and that made me smirk as I thought back to where I’d left her panties in my drawer.
I dropped to my knees, and her breath hitched, a subtle tremor passing through her as I moved between her thighs.
Unable to resist, I parted those pretty pink lips and tsked. “You were supposed to keep it nice and warm,” I chided her, fingers circling her swollen nub. “But my cum’s all dry and sticky.”
Her head thumped against the wall as she moaned, her tone distraught. Fuck, I had to stop getting distracted. Letting out a sigh, I flattened my palm and lashed out.
SLAP!
Jade squealed as my hand made contact with the top of her pussy, and I watched in amusement as it jiggled from the spank.
“I told you to stop fucking lying to me,” I said, my voice a low, possessive whisper. “Now tell me the truth, Jade. What the fuck are you hiding?”
“Nothing!” she cried out, shifting her legs. I didn’t let that stop me before my palm landed on her clit again.
Her yelp was music to my ears, and I watched in fascination as her pussy dribbled. “Look at you,” I murmured, my fingertips tracing the dried cum on her thighs. “You’re so fucking wet, it’s leaking. Is that why you spilled all my cum, Jade?”
“No,” she whispered, her back arching as I toyed with her clit. “I wasn’t trying to leak, it just did.”
I tutted, my eyes growing hooded as I stared up at her. “Are you trying to say this is my fault?” I asked, my finger stroking her pussy folds.
“N-no,” she stammered.
“Lying to me again, Jade?” I taunted, my voice growing cruel as I spanked her clit again. She squealed, trying to avoid the sting, but I didn’t stop, not until she begged me to.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
“Damian, please,” she pleaded, tears streaking her face.
Her clit was so fucking swollen now, it had to be hurting more than my smacking had.
“I’m not lying,” she insisted, her voice steady despite the vulnerability beneath her words.
“Please, you’re being paranoid. Whatever you think I did, it wasn’t me. ”
I didn’t believe her, but I couldn’t resist how wet she was.
Hoping pleasure would work as a better incentive, I pressed my face between her thighs.
I licked through her wetness, cleaning up the mess I’d made of her earlier—and the mess I’d made now.
Then I bit and nipped and licked around her clit until she screamed my name—and it sure as fuck didn’t take long before her thighs were squeezing my head, and her pussy was gushing against my chin.
Afterward, I sat back, my chest rising and falling, my face coated in her.
“Are you ready to tell me the truth, sweetheart?” I murmured, watching her deflate against the wall. Her eyes met mine lazily, and that lush mouth of hers were popped open and panting. Slowly, but surely, she shook her head.
Anger twisted my features, and I rose to my feet and grabbed her bound wrists, tugging her to my bed. “Get on your fucking hands and knees, Jade.”