Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
DAMON
I am barely hanging on by a fucking thread.
My hands are shaky, and my body is vibrating with pent-up need.
I’ve been on edge since waking up and finding her gone.
I promised myself I would leave her alone, that I wouldn’t follow her or approach her again after last night.
I talked myself into believing that I had to do the right thing by her, Arrie and myself; but then I saw her at the bar.
She doesn’t really know who I am, or what I’ve been up to all these years. I don’t expect her to, hell, she’s my step-niece, and that’s another reason why I shouldn’t be standing here with my fist in her hair, or my mouth trailing the length of her neck.
But then I saw her at the bar in that itty-bitty black dress.
I snapped.
Not that anyone on the outside would have noticed, not even my best friend Johnny didn’t. He just sat there laughing with some blonde bimbo he wanted to take home and bang. Those days are well and truly gone for me. I haven’t been with anyone in over a year, until last night .
And now Dottie has fucked me for any other woman.
Damn her.
I need to tell her… but I make a vow to myself right now, that I won’t go too far until we’ve had that conversation, especially when I can’t leave her alone. She needs to know who I am, what I like, and I have to give her raw honesty, even if a part of me is scared that she won’t accept it.
“Damon, please,” she whimpers behind my hand pulling me from my thoughts and sending an SOS straight to my cock.
I know I came here recklessly and with the need to claim her as mine, but I can’t stop the niggling in my mind. I need to tell her, explain to her exactly what and who she is getting into bed with.
“Dorothy, you don’t know what you’re asking of me. I said it at the hotel, and I’ll say it again, there will be no turning back after this,” I choke out, releasing a deep breath with the words trapped in my throat. “You don’t know everything about me… I have certain needs.”
Her answer is instant.
“You didn’t come here to tell me that, Uncle Damon, so do what you really came here to do, and stop patronising me. I am not a child anymore,” she says, the heat from her breath fans over my hand.
“Dorothy.”
“Or maybe you’re too weak to follow through.”
“Dorothy,” I growl, trying to rein myself in. “We need to talk.”
“I don’t want to talk anymore. I’m done talking.”
“You don’t understand, Dottie. There are things you need to know about me.”
“Less talk, more action… please,” she finishes quietly, and I know I’m done for.
I’m not proud of it, not by a long shot, but I allow her words to penetrate me, to rob me of the little composure I’m holding onto, and the rope tying me together snaps.
“On. Your. Knees. Now.”
“Damon…”
“Do you want to talk?”
I give her one more out, one more chance to stop this so we can discuss this before moving forward, but she shoots me down and finishes me off with one word.
“No.”
“Dorothy. I am not in the fucking mood. Either we talk now or get on your knees and be the good girl I know you can be,” I growl, removing my hand from her mouth.
“You aren’t calling the shots here, Damon.” ”
“The hell I’m not,” I vow, forcing her to her knees.
Dottie’s dress rides up and exposes her creamy flesh, and it takes everything inside of me not to rip her up off the floor, turn her around and fuck her into the damn wall.
Her lips quiver, her eyes are glassy, and she’s never looked more beautiful than she does right now. Bringing my hand to her face, I slide it down her cheek before opening her lips with my thumb. Her tongue rolls out like the good girl she is, and a surge of jealousy rises up within me.
“Tell me, Blossom, has anyone been in this mouth of yours?”
Her cheeks redden, and I know the answer.
“How many?”
“Two,” she mumbles.
“Hmm.”
“Anyone feasted on that pretty little cunt of yours before me, sweetheart?”
She tries to move away from me, but I grip her chin and force her eyes back to mine.
“Answer me. ”
“Two.”
“Right. I’ll add four to the count then.”
“Wh ─ what?”
“Oh, Dorothy, you have no idea who you’re playing with, but soon enough I will show you, and explain everything you need to know.
But for now, all you need to know is that last night we barely scratched the surface, and I can’t leave you alone.
And now, now that you are mine, I am going to have all of you. ”
Defiance settles in those wild, violet eyes.
“I am not yours.”
I chuckle low and dark, and I see the worry cloud her defiance. With my free hand, I pop my button on my jeans and pull my cock out. Dottie’s eyes widen, and a small whimper escapes her mouth as the lechery clings to her like perfume.
It’s intoxicating.
“That’s right, baby, now open that sweet mouth, and let me fuck it.”
“Dam…” she tries, and I use the opportunity to shove my cock into her mouth.
Her muffled words vibrate around my cock, and I send a prayer to the heavens, or to fucking hell, that I don’t come just yet because god damn it feels good. Sliding my cock to the back of her mouth, she gags, and her throat constricts around the head of my cock.
I hold it there to the count of four then withdraw. Tears have collected in the corner of her eyes, and I can’t wait to see them turning black from her makeup and running down her cheeks.
“You look so beautiful, Dottie.”
“Fuck you,” she mumbles around my cock, and it makes me groan and smirk at the same time, ramming myself down her throat again .
I repeat the motion, holding my cock to the back of her throat, again to the count of four, and when she seems to have the hang of it, I increase the hold time.
Saliva drips from my cock and her mouth, her face is ruddy and smudged, and black tears coat her cheeks. She looks fucking exquisite. If I could hold this image in time, I would.
And then I realise I can.
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I wave it in her face. She tries to protest, her screams muffled by my cock in her mouth, but I hold her head in place, flick the camera on aim it at her.
“Smile, baby.”
I don’t give her time. I snap a few pictures before putting it away. Dottie’s screams sound like garbled words, and the vibration from them sends me into overdrive.
I slam into her mouth repeatedly, my lust and need for her, overshadowing every rational thought I may have had before I stalked her from the bar and forced her to her damn knees.
She does this to me. Makes me lose fucking control.
“You like this, don’t you, Blossom? You love making me break my own damn rules. Did you know, until last night I hadn’t been with another woman in over a year?”
She moans, her eyes rolling to the back of her head before focusing back on me. Then she brings her hand around, and I follow every move, my hips stuttering their attack as she lifts her dress up to show me her skimpy thong.
Sliding it to the side, she parts her lips and starts fucking herself.
Growling, I continue ramming my cock down her throat. Every time I hit the back, she moans, her body pushing forward, chasing her own orgasm. when I hold myself there to the count of ten, she screams, her eyes struggling to stay open as her fingers move over her clit.
I watch her come, hissing through gritted teeth and holding back my own orgasm until she’s finished. Her body jerks with aftershocks, her fingers still lazily circling her clit and it amplifies everything I am feeling for her.
Holding my cock to the back of her throat, I pinch her nose with one hand and stroke her face with the other. Panic flares in her wild eyes, but when I groan her name low and deep, my come splashing against the back of her throat and down it, she fucking moans.
Goddamn it to fucking hell.
She was made for me.
Releasing her nose, I pull out slowly, admiring the line of come and Dorothy’s saliva that connects us while my body jolts with each aftershock. Smiling down at her, I stroke her lip with my thumb.
“Such a good fucking girl.”
Then I yank her up off the floor, and slam my mouth against hers, tasting myself on her tongue. Her eyes go wide, and I can only assume it’s because I kissed her after coming in her mouth.
I don’t give a shit about that. All I care about is kissing her, devouring her, and annihilating her every hole until the sun comes up, over and over again, but then a moment of post-nut clarity snags me, and I tear away from her mouth, panting.
Arrie.
What if she finds out? Will she hate me, or worse, hate Dottie?
Our breaths are the only thing that can be heard, and that brings me back from my downward spiral. Twirling a lock of her purple hair around my finger, we stare deep into each other’s eyes, the window of our damn souls, and I swear I am about to break apart.
I have to end this .
Then Dottie gives me a small, shy smile, and everything melts away.
How the hell did this happen, and so damn quickly as well?
I am so going to fucking hell.
It’s all I can think about, but as she reaches up and strokes my stubbled face, I relax into her palm and sigh. I feel content and lighter than I have in a very long time, but can this really work?
As if sensing my inner rambunctious thoughts, she hushes me and pulls me further into her hotel room. When we reach the bedroom, she moves away but keeps her eyes on me.
Slowly but surely, she strips out of her dress.
I shouldn’t be doing this.
The last piece of material hits the carpeted floor, and I set that thought on fire and stalk toward her. My hand grips her hair, pulling her head back, so she has no way of hiding from me.
Liquor lingers with her perfume, but I can tell by the look in her eyes she isn’t drunk anymore, well, at least not on alcohol. Skimming my hand down her neck, I stop at her tits and gently pull on her nipple ring, eliciting a sharp hiss from her, followed by a breathy moan.