15. Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
Benji
I took one final look at myself in the mirror and nodded. I looked good. No, better than that, I looked fucking hot. I was in a pair of black wide leg trousers that hugged my ass, and I’d paired that with a mesh black shirt and a black corset vest. I’d also ringed my eyes with thick black liner and they looked like two emeralds sparkling in the shadows. My curls were freshly washed, and I’d managed to get one to sit artfully above my left eyebrow.
It had been a long time since I’d been anywhere fancy, and I wanted to look like I fitted into Damyr’s world. For some reason, it felt important. As if I wanted to make him proud to be seen with me, which was ridiculous because I’d met the guy yesterday. But I couldn’t deny that there was something there, something primal, something instinctual that drew me to him.
Surely, it had to be more than his good looks and brooding personality. Or maybe I was just a sucker for a good-looking guy. I shook myself. Had it really been that long since I’d had sex? Was I that desperate that I was pining after my kidnapper?
No, I didn’t think that was the answer, but I couldn’t seem to put my finger on why I was bothered about how I looked tonight. I mean, I was probably going to sit at a bar whilst Damyr met with the Council. The other families that ran the city.
It was a little bit daunting to be honest. All that power in one tiny room. It was going to make the hospital Board look like fucking pussy cats.
There was a soft knock at my door. Time to go. I cast a final look at myself before turning on the heel of my patent black loafers and leaving my room.
As soon as I reached the top of the stairs, there was a sharp intake of breath. Damyr looked at me like he wanted to devour me and I had to admit, there was something quite enjoyable about having another man look at me that way. Like I was his entire focus. It was a completely heady feeling and one I could certainly get used to.
He met me at the bottom of the stairs and held his hand out like an old timey gentleman. His eyes darkened to two pools of obsidian as they raked over me from head to toe. “Benjamin, you look… ravishing.”
His voice was a low rasp, and a flush crept up my skin at the compliment.
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” I said as I took in his outfit. It was all sharp lines and fine tailoring. He was in a black three-piece suit with a blood red tie and pocket square. Simple and elegant. Rings dotted his fingers, and the top buttons of his black shirt were open revealing a hint of the tattoos beneath. I tilted forwards, a sudden urge to lick the spot where his collar bones met at the bottom of his throat. I want to sink my teeth into the spot as he threw his head back with a cry of ecstasy.
I really needed to give some consideration to escaping this man. There was some kind of chemical reaction happening in my brain and my judgement was clearly clouded when it came to Damyr.
Perhaps I should reconsider asking Liv for that CT scan. She’d probably find something in my brain responsible for my poor judgement when it came to fantasising about my kidnapper. I just couldn’t entertain the fact that I was acting rationally. It wasn’t possible. It had to be a psychotic break or some other medical reason.
But, as I walked with Damyr to his car, I knew I was completely, utterly obsessed.
There was a sleek black sedan and a large black SUV waiting for us. Damyr led me over to the sedan and I heard the others laughing and joking as they climbed into the bigger vehicle. Damyr held the door open for me and I slid into the plush leather interior.
Jeez this car was luxurious and as the engine roared to life, I could feel the subtle purr of it through the car. I’d never been around this kind of money before. Everything I owned was either second hand or gifted and I’d had to save up to purchase it. I bet Damyr had the kind of money at his fingertips that meant he could be frivolous on a fucking whim.
“What’s the matter?” Damyr asked as he sat next to me, his thigh pressing close to mine.
“Oh, just wondering how rich you really are.”
“I have more than enough to keep you comfortable for several lifetimes, Benjamin.”
I turned to look at him. The shadows in the back of the car playing about his features and seeming to make his eyes glow brighter. “You say the strangest things, Damyr.”
He leant closer, eradicating my personal space. “I love it when you say my name. You say it with such conviction that I feel owned.”
A little thrill of desire shivered up my spine at his words. There was something extremely potent about the thought of bringing this powerful man to his knees. And nope. Wasn’t going there. That was a potentially addicting thought, and I was supposed to be looking for ways to escape.
So why couldn’t I look away from him?
As Damyr held my gaze captive, I felt hot, my nerves tingling with anticipation. My whole body was on high alert as he watched me, unblinkingly. Like I was his entire focus.
“Put up the partition,” Damyr ordered his driver, his words tense and clipped.
The sound of the blacked-out window rising in the middle of the car filled the silent space and Damyr unfurled slowly out of his seat toward me. He moved towards me like I was his prey, forcing me to submit to him in the confined space.
He slid his hand around my waist and up the length of my spine, splaying his fingers wide between my shoulder blades. “Did you wear this for me?”
I swallowed. “Yes. I wanted…”
“Wanted what, Benjamin?”
Fuck, it was hard to think as he pulled me closer, slotting his hips against mine and I felt the press of his hard cock along my hip bone. His other hand ran down the outside of my thigh, curling around it and hiking it around his waist.
My heart hammered in my chest. “I wanted to look good for you.”
“Benjamin.” He said my name like a warning. Or maybe it was a threat. I couldn’t quite tell.
Damyr leant closer still, eradicating the space between us. “Are you going to stop me?”
I should. I really should, but this pull between us was gravitational. Like stars colliding. It seemed inevitable.
I shook my head.
“Thank fuck,” he said in a rough whisper. And then he pounced.
His mouth collided with mine in a kiss that was explosive. Like striking a match to gasoline a fire erupted deep inside me until I was burning hotter than the sun. Damyr’s tongue demanded entry, and I submitted. Body and soul, I submitted to him. The man who stole me and the man who made me feel more alive than I ever had before.
There was fire everywhere his hands touched me, even through the fabric of my clothes. God, how I wished I was naked. I wanted to feel his touch on my skin, feel the roughness of his fingers as he dragged them over my body.
I was so far gone, I wasn’t even thinking anymore. I surrendered to his touch, to the feel of him until all that I was aware of was him.
Damyr pulled away and something inside me screamed at the loss. But as my eyes regained focus, I realised he wasn’t stopping, just moving down my body. He fumbled with the buttons on my trousers, cursing as his undid them, but then the wet heat of his mouth was around my cock, sucking me from root to tip.
I cried out, the sound raw and feral. I rolled my hips upward, forcing Damyr to take my cock deeper. He gagged, and fucking hell, I think that became my new favourite sound.
Whatever this connection between us was, whether I understood it fully or not, I could feel it snapping tighter around me with every drag of his tongue across my slit. I thrust my hands into his dark hair, holding him in place as I worked myself in and out of his mouth, those sharp canines of his catching my sensitive skin and making me shiver.
I sped up, pushing my cock deeper into his throat, forcing him to take it. Some part of me wanted to punish him for kidnapping me. “Fuck, fuck.”
And he let me. He took every one of my thrusts and fucking revelled in it. His fingers dug into my hip bones hard enough to bruise, and spit dripped down his chin. The sight of him between my thighs made my head reel.
Damyr Morozov was on his knees.
For me.
And he looked like he was revelling in it.
Heat started to build at the base of my spine along with tingles of toe-curling pleasure.
“Gonna come,” I managed to gasp out as I held his stare. I wanted to watch as I flooded his mouth, watch as he swallowed my cum.
I shouted as my orgasm hit, my body tensing beneath his as he kept sucking my dick until it was oversensitive. I released my hold on his hair and Damyr looked up at me, a wide grin on his face, those pointy canines lending his smile a touch of wickedness.
Damyr climbed back up my body and pressed a kiss against my lips. I could taste myself against his tongue as he wrapped it around mine, but I didn’t care.
“Can I return the favour?” I asked, tracing the curve of his hip and aiming for his belt.
He shook his head. “We don’t have time.”
I frowned, my hands pausing in their task.
Damyr laughed softly. “The car has been stationary for a few minutes.”
It was only then that I realised that the engine had cut out and we were, in fact, stood still. Heat rushed up the side of my face as I wondered whether anyone outside could have heard me. I wasn’t exactly quiet.
I scrambled out from under Damyr and hurried to put myself back together.
“There’s no rush, Benjamin. They will wait as long as I want them to.”
When I next looked at Damyr, the guy looked perfect. There was no evidence of the way I’d been pulling his hair or that he’d been gagging around my cock. If it wasn’t for the hum of pleasure still zipping through my veins, I might have persuaded myself I’d imagined the whole thing.
“Asshole.” I scowled at him as I opened the car door only to hear his laugh follow me out of the vehicle. A flush crept up my cheeks as I met the knowing smirks of Acheron and Byron.
“I see you do scream prettily,” Byron said, looking like a lethal shadow in his all-black suit.
“Shame it will never be for you,” I replied and swept passed him. I was not going to let that maniac use me for fun.
A shimmer of blue appeared beside me and Acheron slipped his arm through mine. “You know, you really shouldn’t taunt the guy.”
“Well, how else am I supposed to get rid of him? I’d shoot him if I could, but I think he’d enjoy that.”
Acheron’s silver eyes glimmered with mischief. “Aww, you’re starting to understand him already.” I tried to pull my arm away, but he clung to me like a sparkling blue sloth. “Benji, if you want my advice, the best way to disarm Byron is to ignore him. The guy thrives on attention and the more you give him, the more he will play with you.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and took a deep breath. If I didn’t escape, I was pretty sure the Morozov Mafia would be the death of me. “I need a drink.”
“You and me both, sugar.” Acheron pulled me towards the bar, and I sat on one of the stools.
The bartender came over and gave me a quick look up and down. “Well, hello there gorgeous, what can I get for you?”
He was wearing a white tuxedo with a black bow tie and his dark blonde hair was slicked back in a smart bun at the back of his head. Warm brown eyes held mine with a glint of mischief and he had a scruff along his gorgeous jaw line. He was tall and broad and kind of reminded me of a teddy bear.
“I will take a Martini please. Extra dirty.”
Acheron leant closer, trying to get the bartender’s attention. “I’ll have the same please, doll.”
The guy glanced at Acheron and seemed to realise I wasn’t on my own. “Sure thing, Acheron. Coming right up.” He turned back to me with his hand held out. “I’m Jace by the way.”
“Benji,” I said, returning his handshake.
“Let me get you those drinks.” Then he winked and disappeared down the bar.
“Benji, darling, don’t look now, but I think the boss wants to kill the bartender,” Acheron said in a hushed whisper.
“What?” I looked over my shoulder and Acheron was right. Damyr stared my way with a look so intense, a shiver of fear crawled along my skin. His eyes were dark beneath his brows and the muscle along his jaw twitched. There was something a little thrilling about seeing Damyr jealous. Something that made my blood sing, just a little bit.
“Acheron?”
“Hmm?”
“How much trouble do you think I’d be in if I tortured Damyr?”
He propped his elbow on the bar top and placed his chin in his hand. “Depends if you want Jace to live. But I am always up for causing trouble.”
Somehow, I didn’t doubt that for a minute. Acheron exuded mischief. From the glint in his eye to the cheeky curl of his lip. He was in a stunning jumpsuit made from a midnight blue velvet and covered in sequins. His hair was darker shade of blue to match his outfit and the gold eyeliner around his eyes seemed to be thicker and hold more glitter today.
I took a quick glance over my shoulder again and watched as Damyr eyeballed Acheron from across the room. “Guess you’re stuck babysitting me tonight?”
Acheron snorted. “I’d rather be here drinking cocktails with you than stuck in that meeting with the Council.”
“Are they awful?”
“The Council?”
I nodded. From what I’d heard, the Morozovs were the most dangerous, but the Lavaeux dealt in secrets and the Rowan’s loved drama and politics.
Acheron cocked his head to one side in thought. “No, they aren’t awful. Intense, but there’s more to them than meets the eyes. Just like with your Damyr.”
“He’s not mine.” A blush crept up my cheeks as I thought about our interaction in the car. He wasn’t mine, but I wondered whether a part of me wanted him to be.