Chapter 3
Jade
Damian let go of my wrists, letting me take the lead while he followed, his body heat searing my skin as I bent on all fours as he’d demanded.
CRACK!
His palm landed on my ass, punishment for lying. That same hand trailed over my spine to tug off my top, the touch gentle and so fucking demanding, I would’ve known it was him even if my eyes were closed.
He left the fabric hanging by my wrists, then moved to undo my bra, a hiss escaping his mouth when he finally pulled my breasts free.
I yelped when he tugged me onto my back, wondering what the hell the whole point had been—did he ask me to bend over so he could slap my ass?
Or because then I’d suffer the shame of being on display like some whore just for him—but then his mouth landed on my breasts, and he suckled on my nipple with a moan, making all those thoughts disappear.
“Damian,” I cried out, wishing I could tug on his hair. Wishing I could pull it out of his face and force him to meet my tearing eyes. I wanted him to see what he’d done to me, almost just as much as I wanted to hate him. “Please, please, please.”
I couldn’t tell what I was begging for anymore. Was it for him to continue? Was it for him to see what I wanted him too? Or was it for him to see me .
He hurt me earlier when he treated me like I was just a common whore for him to use, and I had to admit, I’d made him into a hero in my head which only made that hurt worse. I came to him knowing he’d give me a job without needing much more from me—I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him.
Tears streaked my face as I admitted it, and instead of saying anything, I continued begging. My spine arched against his bedsheets until he pressed his weight against me. Then I moaned, spreading my legs wider to accommodate his body.
My pussy was still swollen and used from earlier, but that didn’t make it any less needy.
“Do you need me, sweetheart?” he murmured, after letting go of my nipple with a pop I could’ve sworn I felt all along my body. Shivering, I nodded, squeaking when he pushed two fingers inside. “Do you want me to fill you up again, Jade? Make your pussy leak for me?”
“Yes,” I sobbed, opening myself wider.
Damian’s fingers worked expertly inside me, curling and stroking in a way that made my body respond despite the conflict raging in my mind.
His thumb brushed against my clit, sending shocks of pleasure that made me cry out, arching against his touch.
Despite having only been with me once, he had this infuriating control over my body, knowing exactly how to draw out my desire and my torment in equal measure.
“God, you’re so responsive,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You can lie to me with your words, Jade, but your body? It tells me everything.”
Tears welled in my eyes as I trembled beneath him, the ache in my core growing unbearable. “Damian, please,” I whimpered, unsure of what I was pleading for anymore. Release? Mercy? Maybe both.
His deep-blue eyes held mine as he leaned over, his breath hot on my lips.
“Please, what?” he asked, his voice low and taunting.
“Beg for it, sweetheart. Tell me exactly what you need. Better yet, tell me the truth and I’ll stop punishing you and give you what you want.
Don’t you want that?” His eyes searched mine, digging for that information.
Bad memories rose to the surface, and bit down on my lower lip to stop it from trembling.
But it didn’t stop the tears from welling.
I’ve never felt so fucking vulnerable before.
My face burned with humiliation, but my desperation won out.
I couldn’t give him the truth, so I guess that left me with begging.
“I need you,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “I need you to fuck me. Please, Damian.”
A predatory smile curved his lips, and he leaned in to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue swept over mine, claiming and consuming, leaving me breathless. When he pulled back, his fingers withdrew, leaving me gasping at the sudden emptiness.
My body hummed with anticipation as he positioned himself at my entrance. The head of his cock teased me, rubbing against my slick folds, and I shuddered at the feeling.
With a satisfied grunt, Damian pushed inside me, his thickness stretching me in a way that made my breath hitch.
The sensation was overwhelming—pain and pleasure blending into something primal.
He didn’t give me time to adjust, his hips snapping forward with a relentless rhythm that left me gasping.
“Fuck, Jade,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he drove into me. “Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips. My body arched to meet his thrusts, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with our ragged breaths and my soft cries.
“You’re so tight,” he hissed, his pace quickening. “So perfect.”
My nails dug into his arms as I clung to him, my body trembling as I felt the familiar coil of tension building in my core. Damian’s movements became rougher, more erratic, and I knew he was close too.
“Come for me,” he growled, his voice a raw command. “Now, Jade.”
His words were my undoing. The tension inside me snapped, and I cried out as pleasure crashed over me in waves, leaving me shaking and breathless. Damian followed moments later, his grip on me tightening as he buried himself deep, a guttural moan escaping his lips.
I couldn’t stop the whine as his release jetted against my cervix, and if it weren’t for my IUD, I’d beg him to pull out. But I didn’t.
Instead I lay there in his arms and pretended we were something else for a little bit. Then I shivered as he pulled out his softening cock and breathed against my lips. The kiss he gave me then left me dizzy, and butterflies fluttered around my belly.
For a few moments, the room was silent except for the sound of our labored breathing. Damian’s weight pressed down on me, his warmth grounding me. It was so fucking perfect, but as the haze of pleasure faded, reality crept back in.
Damian pulled away, his eyes locked on mine as he leaned down to remove the belt he’d wound around my wrists. “We’re far from done, Jade,” he murmured, his voice soft but firm. “I still want the truth.”
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. Damian wasn’t going to let me go—not until he had everything he wanted. I wasn’t sure I’d survive the aftermath of that.
***
I couldn’t remember when I fell asleep, but I was wrapped in silk when I woke up, and for a moment it was strange looking at Damien’s bedroom during sunrise.
My head was pounding and my throat dry. The bed beneath me was impossibly soft, the kind of luxury I’d only ever seen in magazines.
It took a moment for the events of the previous night to come rushing back.
Damian. His punishments. His piercing blue eyes holding me captive. Him literally holding me captive.
Then him abandoning me afterward. Leaving me a soppy wet mess in his bedroom, and locking the door.
Tears pressed against my eyes as I threw the blanket off me and stumbled to my feet. The room was enormous, all sleek lines and muted grays, the decor both minimalist and expensive. It screamed Damian.
I had to get out of here.
“You’re awake.”
His voice rolled through the air lazily, sending a shiver down my spine. I spun around to see Damian standing in the doorway of his bathroom, his presence filling the room as if he owned not just the space but everything in it, including me.
“Let me go,” I demanded, my voice firm despite the tremor in my hands.
He leaned casually against the doorframe, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re staying here until I decide what to do with you.”
Anger flared in my chest. “You can’t just keep me here! I’m not your prisoner.”
His smirk deepened a glint of amusement in his eyes. “You’re whatever I want you to be.”
The audacity of his words knocked the breath out of me. My fists clenched at my sides as I glared at him, but he didn’t move. He just watched me, calm and unyielding, as if waiting for me to exhaust myself.
“You have no right—”
“Stop.” The single word, spoken so softly, cut through my protests and left me blinking. He pushed off the doorframe and took a step toward me, his gaze pinning me in place. “Before you carry on, just remember that you’re in my world, Jade. And I don’t take orders from the help.”
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding against my ribs. The help. Well, fuck him too, I thought, hating myself for the flicker of attraction that ignited in his presence, for the way my body betrayed me even as my mind screamed to run.
He moved closer, and I instinctively backed away, my calves bumping against the edge of the bed. His eyes softened, just for a moment, and it was enough to make my breath hitch. Then his gaze dropped, and his jaw tightened.
“What’s this?”
It wasn’t until his fingers brushed against my wrist that I realized what he’d noticed. The scars. Pale and faded but unmistakable, a roadmap of pain I thought I’d hidden well enough.
I snatched my hand away, cradling it to my chest. “It’s nothing.”
His expression darkened, the playful smirk replaced by something far more dangerous. He reached for my wrist again, his touch surprisingly gentle as he traced the scars with his thumb.
“Who did this to you?” he asked, his voice low and rough.
“No one,” I snapped, yanking my arm free. “It doesn’t matter. Just let me go.”
“It matters.” His tone was sharp, brooking no argument. “Tell me, Jade. Who hurt you?”
I shook my head, backing away until the wall pressed against my spine. “You don’t get to ask me that. You don’t get to—”
“I’ll let you go,” he interrupted, his voice turning fierce, “after you tell me what you’re running from.”
So he finally believed I wasn’t a spy.
I could’ve laughed, but I didn’t. It hurt too much to.
For a moment, I considered telling him the truth, letting him see the darkness I carried. But then I remembered who he was—what he was—and the walls I’d built slammed back into place.
“You don’t scare me,” I lied, meeting his gaze head-on.
His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “Liar.”
It was true, I just never thought I’d ever have a reason to tell the truth about Evan.