23. Damian
DAMIAN
T he day has been fucking endless.
Three separate meetings with Konstantin about the Russo situation, every time he found some new information he wanted to share, two hours spent going over security protocols with our men, and another hour on the phone with contacts trying to track down Giovanni's remaining associates.
Every minute that ticks by is another minute that bastard is still breathing, still plotting, still posing a threat to my wife.
I’m murderous, and not at all cut out for the minutiae of plotting a war. I was built for violence, not planning.
And Sienna has been in my thoughts every single second of the day, without end.
I've been trying to focus on work, on the very real danger that still exists, but my mind keeps drifting back to two nights ago—to the way Sienna looked bent over my bathroom vanity after she helped patch me up, her pretty green eyes fixed on mine in the mirror as I fucked her.
But not the way I wanted to.
Even when she begged me .
The memory makes my cock twitch in my pants, and I shift uncomfortably in the driver's seat as I pull through the estate gates after a recon mission that Konstantin sent me on a few hours ago.
I need to get my head on straight. Fantasizing about her is only digging me a deeper hole, and I need to be in better control than this.
What Sienna and I have is temporary. And the last thing I’m going to do is allow myself to lose control with her… to fuck her like the animal that she makes me feel like I am sometimes. She wants rough, unhinged, but I could hurt her. And I promised to protect her.
The mansion is quiet when I walk in, past seven in the evening. Rather than interrupt Konstantin, Valentina, and Sienna at dinner, I decide to go upstairs, get cleaned up, and call to have dinner sent up to me. I’m in no mood to socialize anyway, and I’d rather be alone tonight.
I need some time away from my wife. I need to remember what this marriage is supposed to be, and not what it is rapidly starting to feel like it is.
Something real .
It’s not. It never can be. And the sooner I remember that and Sienna understands it, the better off we all will be. Once the Russo threat is neutralized, we can go back to our separate lives.
The thought makes something twist painfully in my chest, but I ignore it.
I stride quickly to my room, push open the door… and stop dead in my tracks as I see what’s waiting for me on the bed, or rather… who .
I’m not sure I’ve ever gotten so hard, so fast. All the blood in my body shoots straight down to my cock, stiffening so fast it makes me dizzy. The ache of pure, feral, animal lust makes my head swim, as I stare at the vision squirming in the middle of my bed.
Somehow, Sienna has managed to cuff herself to my headboard. But that’s not all. It’s not even the beginning of it. My gaze slides down her, my cock throbbing with every new detail that I take in, and I feel like I can’t fucking breathe.
She’s wearing a black lace bodysuit that adheres to her body like a second skin, cupping her breasts and accentuating the dip of her waist and slender swell of her hips.
It’s split over her breasts, letting her taut nipples peek out as if they’re begging to be touched and licked and sucked, and between her thighs?—
My fucking god. I curse under my breath as I see what waits for me there.
Her bodysuit is split there too, framing her pussy like the work of art that it fucking is.
She’s slick and dripping, so wet that the duvet beneath her is damp from her arousal, her thigh muscles trembling.
Because, buckled to her thighs with thin black straps and pressed against her clit, is a gently vibrating silver egg that’s been there for God knows how long.
Probably a pretty fucking long time, from the flush on her delicate body and the way her legs are quivering.
“Damian.” She breathes my name like a plea, like just seeing me is the relief she needs, and I swear I almost come on the fucking spot.
I’ve never been so hard. I can feel something snapping loose in my brain, some important function, something that keeps me in line, and I stride toward the bed, my jaw tight as I loom over her.
“What is this, Sienna?”
“I wanted to surprise you.” Her breathing comes in soft, short pants, her cheeks flushed with pleasure and need.
“How long have you been here?” I don’t even recognize my own voice. It’s hoarse, full of lust, strangled with need.
“Hours,” she admits, her own voice cracked with desire. “I turned it on low so I wouldn’t come until you found me. I—I need to come so bad, Damian?—”
I didn’t know what it felt like for my self-control to snap. Not until this moment, when it frays entirely, and I lean down, pressing the toy down firmly against her clit. Her hips jerk up as her eyes go wide, a moan slipping from her parted lips.
“Good girl,” I growl. “Good girl, for knowing that nothing makes you come other than my tongue, and fingers, and cock. You want to come, Sienna?”
“Yes,” she mewls. “Yes please, Damian. It’s been?—”
“Have you been edging yourself thinking about my cock?” I unbuckle the straps and toss the toy aside, running a finger up her delicate slit. Her folds part for me, her clit swollen and sensitive, and she cries out from the slightest touch. “Tell me the truth, dorogoy .”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “It’s all I’ve been thinking about.”
“Not my fingers, or my tongue?”
Sienna shakes her head. “I want you to use me, Damian. I want you to lose control, to fuck me the way you’d fuck anyone else. Please . I want to know what it feels like?—”
“You want it rough?” I growl. “You want me to fuck you without thinking about anything but my own pleasure? You want to be used?”
“Yes, please ,” she begs. “I need to feel you , Damian. Just you. I want to know what you’re like, stripped down to nothing but?—”
I move without thinking, as if my body has taken over, as if I’m no longer in control of myself.
I kneel between her legs, pushing them open as I yank my zipper down, palming my hard cock free.
My brain is screaming for me to get her off first, to pleasure her with my fingers or tongue, to make her come before I take my own pleasure, but she’s dripping wet and begging, and I’ve lost control.
I’ve been trying not to fuck her like this for weeks, and now she’s going to get what she wants.
“You asked for this,” I growl, my hands hard on her thighs, as I pin her down, and I spear her with my cock with one long, hard thrust.
Sienna cries out, a long shriek of pleasure that rattles down my spine, tightening my balls.
It feels so fucking good , thrusting into her tight body without thinking, forcing her open for me.
She looks fragile and young and innocent beneath me, her hands cuffed above her head, blushing and dripping wet, and even as soaked as she is, she’s tight as a virgin that’s never been touched.
Her pussy clamps down around me as I sink into her, strangling me as I slide out, and I want to fuck her like this for eternity.
She feels like fucking heaven, and I’m going to drag her down to hell.
“Yes,” she gasps, her voice rapturous with pleasure. “Yes, Damian, please, harder, fuck me !”
I do. I fuck her hard, slamming my cock into her again and again, finally taking her the way I’d take any other woman, the way I’ve wanted to since the moment I laid eyes on her.
The headboard rattles against the wall, her handcuffs clinking as I thrust again and again, my head tipping back as I squeeze her thighs and relentlessly pound into her sweet, wet, tight, perfect pussy.
“God, I’m going to fill you up with so much fucking cum,” I snarl, one hand leaving her thigh to brush my fingers over her swollen clit. “You want to come, Sienna? You want me to play with your naughty little pussy? Letting something else get you off, instead of me?”
“It didn’t make me come,” she pleads. “I wouldn’t have let it. It was torture, Damian, I need ?—”
“Good,” I growl. “Come for me , Sienna. Zhena . This pussy is mine .”
I press my two fingertips against her clit, rubbing back and forth, fast and hard as she lets out another cry of pleasure, her body bucking and grinding against mine as I fuck her hard and fast, without worrying about how thick I am or whether or not I might break her.
And she loves every fucking second of it.
I can hear it in her cries, feel it in the way her body tenses and writhes, her orgasm crashing through her as she moans my name and cries out over and over.
I reach up, finding the safety latch on the handcuffs and undoing them. Sienna lets out a yelp of protest, but I ignore her, sliding out of her just long enough to flip her onto her stomach before I slam into her again.
I reach for one of her hands, pushing it under her hips. “Rub your clit,” I order her. “Make yourself come on my cock again, dorogoy . I’m about to fucking come in you.”
She moans, her hand moving feverishly beneath her as she arches back against me, grinding on my length until I think I’m going to lose my fucking mind. I feel her clench around me, and I wrap a fist in her hair, tugging her head back as I ride her hard, thrusting into her again and again.
“Tell me you want my cum, dikaya koshka ,” I growl. “Fucking beg for it.”
“Please,” she pants, still trembling from her orgasm. “Please come for me, Damian. I want it, please?— ”
That fucking undoes me. I slam into her once more, shuddering from the slick heat wrapped around me, the intense pleasure, and I feel that heat race up my spine as the first spurt of my cum explodes inside of her.