Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Damon
“ W hat are you doing?”
My head tipped as I watched the tangle of limbs and blankets come undone in the dim morning light.
Robyn sat up and stared at the way I was sprawled naked in a chair by the windows.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I rumbled, drinking in the sight of her tousled auburn hair and matching red marks I’d left on her skin.
“Why are you watching me sleep?” She sat forward, not bothering to catch the sheet as it fell to her waist, exposing her chest, her nipples red and beaded to my hungry gaze.
“Because it’s been fifteen years, Robber. Fifteen years I’ve woken up alone. Woken up to fantasies of the woman I left. The only woman I wanted. Fifteen fucking years…” I trailed off with a ragged inhale. “You’ll have to excuse me for having a ha rd time reconciling that waking up to you in my bed isn’t just a dream.”
That sultry smile was dangerous, but never more than when she stood from the messy bed like Botticelli’s Venus rising from the Egyptian cotton waves, her hair curling down over her curves.
My stomach tightened, and my cock that had rested at half-mast on my thigh now pulsed again with want.
Her teeth captured her bottom lip as her attention caught on my waist, which only made me thicken more.
I’d never considered body modifications, and definitely not on my dick. Why would I? I was already larger than average, and I’d never gotten any complaints. Definitely not from my wife.
I understood the appeal of metal. I’d visited dozens of body piercing shops that offered me things like a Prince Albert or Jacob’s ladder. But this wasn’t a modification for pleasure or any other kind of wow factor. This was a testament, carved and then embedded under my skin as surely as the vow of faithfulness to my wife had been.
The idea that my modifications had given a whole new meaning to the word monster was now only a benefit because she’d enjoyed it.
God, the way she’d fit me. Taken me again and again, even when her muscles still quaked from her last orgasm, her body so wrung out, it was only the soft “please” that let me know I could still take more.
“Damon…” She stopped between my thighs, close enough now for me to admire the way her pussy glistened, wanting more in spite of how many times she’d taken me last night.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her fingers to my lips. “The sight of you in my bed takes my breath away.”
A dose of pink dropped into her cheeks, her eyes shimmering underneath their hoods.
“Did you sleep?”
A smile volleyed to my lips, tipping up one side as I grabbed her waist. “I don’t think either of us slept much, Robber.”
Leaning forward, I kissed her sternum, breathing in the steady beats of her heart.
She was here. She was mine. She was here, and she shouldn’t be. She wasn’t supposed to be anywhere close to this. Goddammit, Pat.
I squeezed my eyes closed, unable to stop myself from rocketing back to the moment she’d been brought into the dining room by Belmont’s man.
The first thing I’d done was grab the steak knife, sure that I was about to realize I’d been played. That they’d taken her to force my hand. For what, I had no idea, but I would’ve given them anything to keep her safe.
And then Belmont told her to take a seat.
It wasn’t a trick. She wasn’t a hostage. She’d come on her own, and Belmont, Shazad, they looked at her like a lamb being led to the slaughter.
They were wrong. My wife was no lamb, but if the heads mounted to the walls were any indication, Belmont preferred the death of lions to lambs.
And that was why, even after I’d spent most of the night losing myself in her body, I hadn’t been able to rest when sleep had claimed her beside me.
I had her. I had my wife back. All this time. All these years. All the things I’d done…I took her hand and brought it to my lips and then lowered my forehead to the ridge of her knuckles.
“You shouldn’t be here, Robber,” I muttered for the thousandth time, which was only a fraction of the times that I’d thought it in the last eight hours.
I’d sold my soul to find her. Protect her. I’d shed every oath I’d taken to protect this country and uphold the integrity of its laws. I’d defied every law and rule, and I would continue to do so until I’d eradicated the men from her nightmares.
“Damon.” Robyn dropped to her knees, forcing her face in front of mine.
I tried to turn my head away. I didn’t want her to see what I was reduced to. The kind of worry I hadn’t felt since those first days in the Japanese prison, wondering how the hell I was ever going to make it out alive. Fearful of an enemy I never saw coming. Fearful of everything she was enduring because of me.
Fear had no place in the world I was trying to conquer. Nor in the man I needed to become.
But the armor of that man molted with Robyn back in my life. I could no longer keep up the facade of the criminal who cared for nothing but his empire when his empire was the first thing to be sacrificed if it meant having her back.
“I wasn’t going to let you go on a suicide mission on your own.”
A faint strain of a laugh slipped through my tight lips.
“You know I have contingency plans, Robber. I always do,” I told her, reaching out and tucking a strand of hair back behind her ear.
I held back that my contingency plan was almost as self-destructive as coming here alone. My contingency plan was to blow the entire thing up, which would take down Belmont and Shazad, but also me in the process.
Catching her chin, I tried to draw her toward me, but her spine steeled.
“What is the contingency plan? ”
I closed my fingers tighter. “I call Pat, and he brings the cavalry.”
She frowned. “And we lose them both.” Her hand lifted to my face, turning it to mine. “What was your plan, Damon? Before I showed up?”
The knot in my throat swelled. “Assuming they didn’t realize the information on the women I gave them was false and turn on me?” She gave a slight nod. “I was going to go through with the deal. They’re ruthless and paranoid, well, except for Uzair, who’s too narcissistic to be paranoid. They’re going to hold all their cards close until they’re satisfied with what I bring to the table.”
“Which is everything you told them last night.”
My chin lowered. “Distribution. Transportation. Sales. Cleaning the profits. I have infrastructure to handle everything else once their product is manufactured.”
Her touch skated along my jaw and then lowered to my chest.
“As soon as they agree, they’ll have to tell me when and where Shazad is bringing in the shipment of his drugs and to which GrowTech facility they need to go.”
Her bold eyes narrowed. “Did my coming here make them doubt you?”
I wanted to say no, but I wouldn’t lie to her.
“I don’t know.” I threaded my fingers through her hair, combing a strand onto her chest. “Whether it did or didn’t, the fact is they need me. I…we…crippled Belmont too greatly by eliminating so much of his organization. He doesn’t have much of a choice but to take my offer if he wants to keep Shazad from going elsewhere.”
Robyn’s expression shuttered, her head tipping into my palm as her eyes drifted to my groin, my cock stiff and swollen against my thigh .
And then her hand dropped from my chest and gripped my length.
I jerked, a “Fuck” coming out on a heavy hiss as pleasure bolted through me. “Robber,” I groaned, watching her small hand stretch around my girth before her fingertips began to explore my rows of pearls, tracing the speed bumps of silicone around my base all the way up to the tip.
I’d never felt them like this before. My hand had been my companion in the short time spans between healing and the next addition, and never for anything more than an efficient, economical release.
But Robyn…she traced every bead. Felt my skin move over the ridges. Traced the pulsing veins that circled all the way to my tip.
It was both heaven and torture. Suffocating pleasure and exquisite pain.
“Goddamn, Robber.” I was dead. Dying. A slow death. My head dropped back, eyes shutting as I gave over to whatever end would befall me.
“I can’t believe you did this for me,” she said and gripped me, her small hand pumping me from base to head.
Fuuuck.
My cock strained, and the pressure to blow inflated at the base of my spine, so strong and sudden, I lashed my hand out and clutched hers, halting her movement before I exploded.
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” I rasped, waiting until she caught my eyes. “Do you understand? There’s nothing, Robber, absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do to honor and protect you.” My throat fired. “But I’m not going to last if you keep that up.”
Her shimmering eyes widened and then dropped to where she held me. Something distantly related to a groan cracked and bled from my chest when I saw her pale fingers stretched, my cock so thick and swollen that with the pearling, it looked like some kind of medieval weapon in her hold.
I didn’t even get a chance to pull her touch away before she bent forward and closed her lips over my head.
“Fuck!” I shouted, my hips thrusting up. I grabbed her hair and roughly pulled her head away. “Robber, don’t,” I rasped.
There was a knock at the door, and we both stilled.
“Mr. Remington?”
I moved to the edge of the seat, driven by the instinct to get closer to my wife to protect her.
“Yes?” I clipped.
“Mr. Belmont would like a word with you.”
My gaze crashed into Robyn’s.
“I’m a bit—” I sucked in a loud breath as she ran her tongue along a row of pearls, and my balls tightened. “I’m a bit tied up at the moment,” I called, and then more quietly ground out to Robyn, “What are you doing, Robber?”
Her answer was to lower her head until my cock bumped against the back of her throat.
“Mr. Belmont doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
I growled, words strangled in my throat as my wife’s head moved up and down in my lap, her slurping sounds just as damn delicious as the hot, wet heat of her mouth.
“Tell him I’m coming”— fuck —“tell him I’ll be there shortly.”
Her tongue roamed along my ridges, saliva pooling at the corners of her mouth and then leaking to her chin.
Whatever Belmont’s man said after that was lost to the wet sounds of my straining flesh invading her mouth.
“What are you doing to me, Robber?” I ground out, pumping into the sweet heaven of her lips. “Fuck, I can’t…fuck” I groaned loudly. “I can’t stop.”
God, the way her lips stretched for me and then spread just a little wider over each bead…I held off my orgasm for that sight alone.
“Jesus, Robber, if you could see this…how beautiful you are sucking my cock. Christ, I’m a monster,” I groaned, my jaw locked in a rapid fire of tension.
I shouldn’t be fucking her mouth like this. But when she wouldn’t stop, even with Belmont’s man at the door, it was the equivalent of her stabbing a knife through his hand to show I was hers.
And I was.
So help me, God. Every part of me was hers. Then. Now. Always .
Her moan caressed my length and only made my hips pump faster. She’d reduced my brain to mush, but my body had a mind of its own.
“Fuck, Robber. Fuck,” I ground out, grabbing the armrests of the chair as I pushed myself deeper into the territory of her tight throat.
And then her hand closed over my balls, and I lost it.
I roared, my back bowing as the pressure at the base of my spine erupted in an intense release.
My cock pumped and pumped, spilling cum down her throat and filling her mouth until I caught it leaking from her lips.
Air finally cleaved through the tension and began to refill my lungs.
I pushed back, stroking her hair and her face, as I slid from her mouth. Taking her arms, I lifted her to her feet and slid my palms to her cheeks, holding her face to mine.
She was exquisite.
“Robber.” My forehead pressed to hers, and I watched her eyes flutter shut.
Reaching between us, my fingers slid through the slick folds of her pussy.
God, she was so wet and ready for me… I pushed my middle finger into her channel, and she grabbed my arms and stiffened.
She was sore.
“No, Damon,” she pleaded, reaching for my wrist to stop me from pulling away.
“I have to go,” I told her, drawing my hand away and bringing my finger to my mouth.
Her lips slipped apart, watching as I licked her taste clean.
“Make sure that is ready for me to eat when I get back,” I murmured, wanting to believe this unexpected meeting meant nothing just as much as I wanted her to believe it.
“And when will that be?”
“Don’t worry, Robber.” I dragged my thumb over her swollen lips. “He won’t do anything. I have too much insurance against him for that.”
There was no such thing as too much, but I wasn’t going to tell her that.
“I think you overestimate his stupidity.”
“Maybe, but not his greed.” I went to the armoire and pulled out a fresh shirt, buttoning it over my chest.
I tucked the shirt into my pants and cinched my belt. When Robyn didn’t say anything, I turned to her, and my chest tightened.
Instantly, I was back in our apartment that day, my hat in my hand and the same uncertain expression on her face. I’d told her that day that things would be okay—that I’d be back. And here we were…fifteen years later.
“Robber…” I said low and went to her, lifting her chin with the ridges of my knuckles. “I’m only going down the hall.”
“If you’re not back in an hour, I’m coming to find you.” She tried to make it sound light, but it wasn’t. There was nothing funny about how it hurt her to watch me walk away like this again.
I dipped my head and fastened my lips to hers, pressing hard until her lips parted and let my tongue sink deep.
No, I would never get enough of her. Not in a lifetime. Not in ten.
“I pity anyone who gets in the way of you, wife,” I murmured and then released her before it became impossible.