Chapter Fifteen
Lily
I blink, slowly trying to regain consciousness.
My body feels heavy, my mind is hazy and thirst is killing me.
I should have hydrated more while drinking at the club.
Suddenly the memories come rushing back and I sit up, not caring that my head is spinning. I am on a bed in a dim room lit by a pair of bedside lamps. I can see through the floor-to-ceiling windows that it is still night outside. How much time has passed and where am I?
I drag myself out of the bed, relieved that I still have Erin’s red dress on even though her shoes and the wig are gone. I pad to windows and let out a dismayed gasp.
I know this skyline! I am back in Boston.
I turn to look at the room. A huge bed flanked by two bedside tables takes up one wall.
The other wall is taken up by the glass windows overlooking the city skyline.
Opposite the bed is a door. It is ajar, giving a glimpse of a walk-in closet with an en suite bathroom complete with a shower stall and a huge bathtub.
I walk to the sink and splash some water on my face to clear my head.
When I go back to the bedroom, I notice a water bottle on the bedside table and gingerly approach.
It is still sealed, still chilled, and I eagerly open it to gulp the cool water directly from the bottle.
Now it is time to find an escape route. I silently tread to the last door and try the handle.
It is unlocked, so I slowly push it open, trying to be as quiet as possible.
My heart hammers wildly in my chest. The whole place is dark and silent.
I tiptoe down a hallway out of the sleeping quarters and emerge in a unlit living room, lit only by the city lights outside.
I can hardly make out the furniture as I continue toward what I hope is the main entrance.
Suddenly the hairs on my back rise and I know that someone—something?—is in the room with me.
I turn around and squawk in shock. There is a human silhouette sitting on a chair in front of the windows, facing me, his black form backlit by the city lights.
The room is too dim to recognize his features but I know exactly who it is.
Damiano. His arm is hanging loosely over the arm of the chair, his hand holding a glass with amber liquid refracting the faint light coming in through the windows.
He is silent and immobile, like a predator assessing its prey.
I feel his gaze on me, burning and sinister. I am frozen to the spot for what seems like an eternity. Then he chuckles darkly and stands, puts his glass on the coffee table, and this is all I need to snap out of my frozen state.
I turn and bolt in the other direction. I see an outline of a door and run toward it. Once I am there, I find it locked, and a terrified sob escapes me while I fumble to find the locks.
The contact of his hard body pressing against my back makes me go rigid. His hands catch mine and he spins me to face him. He grips both my wrists with one hand and pins them over my head while his other hand wraps around my throat. I let out a whimper.
When I peer into his eyes, I recoil from the icy stare. Even in the gloom, I can see that his gaze is devoid of emotion.
“Damiano,” I whisper, pleading. Where is the considerate man I’ve danced with and had dinner with?
He tightens his hand around my throat and I have to tilt my head back to be able to breathe. He brushes his nose along the side of my face to my neck, inhaling deeply as if he wants to consume my soul. I can’t move. Terror keeps me petrified.
He brushes his lips back up along my jaw until his mouth hovers over mine while his fathomless stare bores into me. We stay like this for minutes, eons…an eternity.
Then his lips crash down on mine and I am helpless under his assault.
His fingers dig into my cheek, forcing my jaw to unlock and my mouth to open to his, giving his tongue access to claim mine.
My senses overload. I can’t breathe from the onslaught of sensations.
He tastes of whiskey, the burning, earthy taste on his tongue as he kisses me with a ferocity I can’t escape from.
He lets go of my throat and grabs my neck to pull me harder into him.
I whimper and struggle to free my hands.
I only end up rubbing against him and he lets out a long growl.
His kiss becomes brutal as he bites my lower lip.
He releases my hands, but I can’t run. He crushes me against his hard body. Then he lifts me up and carries me. I struggle again and push back as hard as I can, but he is too strong, one arm keeping my upper body plastered against his while the other arm immobilizes my legs.
He carries me to the room I came from and fear grips me.
“No, please.” Tears start to fall but he seems to neither hear nor feel my distress.
Once we are in the room, he throws me on the bed and looks down at me with an unreadable look on his face.
I clamber away but he is faster. He catches my ankles and drags me back to the edge of the bed.
I struggle and plead for him to stop, but he only grips my jaw and pulls my face toward his, kissing me hard.
I turn my head away and sob. “I hate you.”
He pauses for a second, then he pushes me ruthlessly back on the mattress and grips the top of my dress with both hands before he rips it from me with a snarl.
My bra and panties are discarded the same way and I am bared to his burning gaze.
My terrified sobs are drowned out by the pounding of my heart as he drags my body to the edge of the bed, my legs spread wide.
Then he kneels. His right hand pushes me back to the mattress and holds me there while his mouth descends on my pussy.
His other hand parts my pussy lips and his tongue swipes along my seam, making me jump out of my skin and cry out from the onslaught of sensation.
His tongue circles my clit, his lips nipping and sucking while my body writhes under his assault.
His low growls are more animalistic than human and I feel myself spiraling.
My mind and body are fractured and all I can do is sob and beg him, “Please don’t make me come!”
He doesn’t stop, though. He flattens his tongue and starts eating me out in earnest. He moves the hand that is holding my body to the bed to my left nipple and starts to pinch it hard and I cry out.
Then, with his other hand, he inserts a finger into my pussy, curling it up and pushing just the right spot to make my body explode.
“Good girl, so wet,” I hear him growl against my clit.
My orgasm detonates through me, merciless, devastating, and I scream. But he still sucks and nips my clit until I can’t take it anymore and beg him to stop.
My breath is coming out in uncontrolled sobs, tears are streaming down my temples to the mattress and my hands are fisted into the sheets so hard my fingers hurt.
I am about to pass out. When I come to my senses again, Damiano is standing up and unbuckling his belt with his cold stare still on me.
I turn on the mattress and desperately try to crawl over the bed in the other direction but he grips my hips and pulls me on all fours toward him.
I can feel his hard member against my entrance while he pushes me face down into the mattress.
Then he grips my hips with both hands again and growls.
“Are you a virgin?”
“Wha-what? No, but—”
“Thank God.”
He slams into me.
I scream from the sting and burn, and the sheer size of him.
He is so big I feel like he split me in half.
I clench the sheets to find purchase while he slams into me with hard punishing thrusts.
All too soon the pain fades, giving way to agonizing pleasure building in my core.
The sting from his intrusion only fuels my pleasure, the burning sensation making my pussy clench in response.
His primitive growls get louder as his movements become less controlled.
His body slams into mine again and again, each thrust deeper than the last, the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin like thunderclaps in the room.
White-hot pleasure courses through me, making my vision blur.
“Fuck, I am not going to last. Come for me, sweetheart. Now,” he snarls, and he snakes a hand around to my front to work my clit with his fingers. I unravel again with a cry, shattering into a million pieces.
He bellows, “Fuuuck,” and slams into me one last time. I feel him pulse inside me, filling me with his hot cum with a low groan. My legs are Jell-O and I collapse on the mattress on my belly, gasping for air.
I feel his big body cover mine and his lips trail hot kisses over my shoulders.
He tenderly eases my hair to the side and caresses my cheek, wiping away the tearstains.
Then he shifts to the side, his body still plastered to mine, and glides his large hand over my back in slow seductive circles.
I am unable to move from shock, from sensory overload, from exhaustion.
My mind is in a riot. I am sinking. Perversely, the only thing grounding me are the firm and steady strokes of his hand on my back.
The circles venture lower and he grips my ass in his hand, squeezing gently.
He hardens against my thigh. He turns me on my back and grips my hair to yank my head back, giving him access to my throat.
I am too spent and disoriented to offer any resistance. I close my eyes, my mind muddled.
He’s won. I surrender, for tonight.
I feel his teeth graze my skin before he sucks and bites the spot, making me moan.
His lips trail lower until he is licking and sucking my nipple.
My nerves are raw and I keen from the sensation.
He plays with the other nipple until it, too, is hard and sensitive.
He trails kisses back up along my jaw to my mouth, then he claims it with a hard dominating kiss.
He rolls on top of me and spreads my legs with his thighs before plunging into me again.