Chapter 12 Damian #2
“I’m going to fuck your mouth. Then I’m going to lick you until you beg for my cock. And while I fuck you, I’ll choke you until you don’t know if you’re alive or dead. Do you understand, Daisy?”
I didn’t wait for an answer. I wanted to feel her, not hear her. I wanted to see her body react, her breath stutter, her pulse hammer under my skin as if it were my own. I wanted to destroy her. But I also wanted to save her. A contradiction knotted tight in my chest. I ignored it. Like always.
My lips moved lower, over her collarbone, down the swell of her breast. I closed my mouth around her nipple, tongue circling the tip until she moaned.
That sound. I would have killed for it. But it wasn’t enough.
I wanted her screaming. My hand shoved her skirt up, and I tore her panties down, rough and fast.
And there she was. Pink. Wet. Glinting with desire.
Ready for me—open, soft, mine. I stilled, just looking, needing to know she belonged to me.
I dragged my fingers through her heat. Slowly.
Possessively. She jolted. I smiled. So sensitive.
So perfect. I pushed two fingers inside her, deep, demanding, feeling her tight, hot clutch. Fuck.
She gasped, hips twitching as I worked inside her, feeling every tremor, every squeeze. My other hand slid to her ass, my finger circling the tight opening, pressing against the taut heat. I wanted her everywhere. I wanted to fill her, own her completely.
“I’m going to take you all night at the hotel,” I growled, “in every fucking hole until you know nothing but my name.”
“Damian,” she moaned, her voice breaking, hands clutching my shoulders.
I pulled my finger from her ass and seized her cheeks, my grip digging deep into her flesh.
With a hard yank, I pulled her to me, pressing her swollen, throbbing clit firmly against my lips and sucking greedily, as if I wanted to consume her.
Fuck, she tasted like my fucking ruin. My ruin.
My tongue lashed her, relentless, her sweetness flooding my mouth, dripping down my chin.
I sucked harder, teeth grazing, and her raw, desperate scream drove me deeper into madness.
“Come for me, baby,” I growled against her. My fingers pushed back into her ass, curling until I hit that spot that made her shatter. She screamed my name, breaking apart as I sucked the orgasm out of her. Her body shook. I held her against my mouth, refusing to let go, not wasting a single drop.
Gasping, she sagged back, eyes glazed, lips swollen. She was a drug, and I was addicted. My cock throbbed. I couldn’t wait anymore. I unzipped my pants and freed myself, thick veins standing out. Her eyes widened. I loomed over her, my hand fastening on her throat.
“Take it,” I ordered. I wanted her to taste me.
She leaned forward, lips closing around my tip—hot, wet, heaven.
I should protect her, not destroy her. But fuck, I couldn’t stop.
My fingers tangled in her hair, holding her still as I thrust forward, hard, unyielding, deep into her throat.
She gagged, a choked gasp spilling out, and it only made me wilder.
She looked so fucking hot taking me—lips stretched, eyes wet.
My thrusts grew brutal, her nails digging into my thighs as she braced herself. I growled.
“Deeper, Daisy. I want you to feel all of me.”
Her eyes met mine, wide, shining, full of devotion. My mind shattered. She made me weak. She made me sick. And I loved it.
“Enough,” I snarled, yanking free. Her breath came ragged, her lips slick and swollen from me. I needed to mark her.
She was going to be mine forever. My hand wrapped around my cock, heavy and pulsing. Her face—sweaty, flushed, lips ruined from my use—was a sight that undid me. I stroked myself fast and hard, eyes locked on every detail: her breasts rising with her breath, sweat sliding down between them.
“Look at me,” I commanded. She obeyed. My breath tore from my chest, ragged and uneven.
Release ripped through me, hot streams spilling across her face—coating her cheeks, her lips, sliding down her neck and breasts.
I dragged my fingers through the mess, smearing it over her skin, marking her, claiming her. She was mine. Marked by me.
Breathing hard, I collapsed beside her, chest a riot. She was flawless. I was a monster. Her monster. Not because I’d just fucked her—but because I knew what she was searching for in me and I’d never give it: love. Safety. Loyalty.
I would never save her. And she’d love me anyway.
I reached for a packet of tissues on the console, tore off a few, and shoved them into her hand.
“Here,” I muttered.
I should have given her so much more. Instead I handed her a fucking scrap of paper.
She began wiping my cum from her skin, and something inside me screamed. She shouldn’t wash it away. She should wear it. Breathe with it. Think with it. Live with it. I wanted everyone who looked at her to feel she belonged to me.
Not willingly. Not tenderly. Irrevocably.
God, what the hell was wrong with me? I wanted to protect her, shield her from her demons, kiss her scars until they vanished. And at the same time, I wanted to own her. Bind her. Hide her from the world so no one could ever touch her but me.
I was damned. And she was either the reason—or my salvation. I didn’t know anymore. All I knew was this: if she kept wiping herself clean, she was erasing me.
I was so fucking sick.
“From now on, you don’t take a single step without a bodyguard,” I said. “And you don’t go anywhere without my permission. Do you understand me?”
It was wrong. But it was all I had. I would destroy her if I had to. But I would not lose her.
“Like hell I will!” she spat, her eyes blazing like coals. She hurled the crumpled tissue against my chest. “You’re sick.”
I caught her wrists, my fingers clamping down like steel. With one decisive move, I shoved her back against the leather seat. Her body hit with a dull thud, her breath hitching as I caged her in. I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, my knees locking her hips beneath me.
Her hair fanned across the leather like a dark veil dissolving around her. She could have fought. But she didn’t. She wanted this. She wanted me.
She could have stopped me.
With my free hand, I brushed a damp strand from her cheek, my breath skimming her skin.
“And you get off on this sickness,” I growled.
“Tell me what you want, Daisy,” I whispered, leaning closer, my mouth at her ear. “Tell me what you need. Don’t lie to me.”
Tell me you need me. Want me. That I’m the only one.
“Say it. Would you rather be with your ex right now? Do you want him holding you? Do you wish it were his hands on you instead of mine?”
The pain in her eyes was a scream she swallowed.
“You’re a tragic heroine, Daisy Elfhorn,” I murmured. “Caught between your urge to be free and your longing to be held. You need the pain because it proves you’re alive. So, tell me—what now? Will you obey me, stay away from your ex, or do you want me to stop and let you go?”
“I don’t want you to stop,” she breathed, her gaze locked on mine, wide and raw. “I want to stay with you. I need you. You’re right—I’m addicted. To you. To everything you give and everything you take.”
Her words ripped something open in me. She chose me. Not the light. My darkness.
“Even if it destroys me,” she went on. “I can’t live without you. Every touch, every word drags me deeper. I’m not whole without you. I want you, despite the pain. Despite the darkness.”
Darkness.
The word reverberated through me like a vow. She wasn’t asking for salvation. She wasn’t clinging to hope. She chose my darkness. I’d hold her all the way down. And that was what broke me. Not because I believed I could hold her forever. But because I knew I’d never let her go.
She had no idea how deep the fall was. But I would hold her all the way down.
I leaned into her, my forehead pressed to hers, our breaths tangling.
“You will never escape me,” I whispered. Not even if you try. The words weren’t loud, but each carried the weight of a promise. “I will never let you go. You’re mine. Forever.”
And if you die, Daisy… you’ll die with my name on your lips.