Chapter 8
Don’t panic. I need to talk to you as soon as possible.
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T HOSE WORDS HAD MAIRI panicking of course. Oh my God, what could make someone like Damen Leventis type those words? Don’t panic? Did that mean there was something she should be panicking about? Was that something causing him to be secretly panicky about but just didn’t want to look less than manly in her eyes?
She almost jumped out of her chair in her haste, surprising JB. “I’m sorry, but I, umm, need to make an emergency call. Is that okay?”
JB’s gaze was concerned as he nodded. “Sure, don’t worry about me. Anything I can do?”
“I’ll let you know.” She was already backing away as she answered him. “Thank you so much for understanding. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” She spun around and hurried to the ladies’ room, not bothering to wait for his answer.
The ladies’ room was completely dark when she opened the door. It was strange, but she did not have time to think about it. She switched the light on even as she fumbled to get her phone out of her purse.
“Got you!” she exclaimed when her fingers came into contact with the familiar shape of her iPhone. She looked up and screamed.
Or at least she tried to.
Damen was there in front of her, and the moment she had opened her mouth, he kissed her. In the next second, he had swept her up in his arms, causing her phone and purse to clatter to the floor.
When he let her up for air, she demanded breathlessly, “What are you doing here?”
It was a question he was not ready or able to answer for now, and so Damen did the next best thing and that was to kiss her again, to both their satisfaction.
The door started to open and he moved fast, locking them inside one of the small cubicles and kicking her stuff – Mairi winced at this – inside with them by the time someone entered the room.
As they were in one of most expensive restaurants in town, everything was pristine and luxurious, the dark rose marbled walls shiny and scrubbed clean, with the cubicle’s thick and heavy door made of varnished wood.
When Damen pushed her against the door, Mairi’s legs still wrapped around his waist, the impact barely made a sound.
Motioning her to keep quiet with a finger to his lips, he inched her dress up to her waist. When his hand went to the edge of her panties, Mairi recovered from her shock and shook her head wildly.
What the hell was he thinking? JB – her date – was still outside, waiting for her! Did he think—-
Damen yanked on her panties, tearing it apart instantly.
She moaned silently in shock, embarrassment, and excitement.
After stuffing it inside his pocket, he wasted no time dipping his fingers into her heat and was immediately rewarded with her beautiful honeyed wetness.
A gasp escaped her.
Outside, a woman asked a bit nervously, “Hello?”
Answer her, Damen mouthed with a wicked grin even as he started thrusting his fingers in and out of her.
“Hello?” the woman called out again, sounding even more nervous this time.
“S-sorry,” Mairi managed to croak out. “I’m having, umm, period cramps.” Damen chose to tease her clit then, forcing out another unexpected gasp from her.
She glared at Damen, but soon she was whimpering silently again as a completely unabashed Damen used his thumb to continue playing with her clit while his other fingers maintained its exquisitely rough pace.
Outside, the woman said, “Oh, I’m sorry! Is there anything I can do?”
“N-nothing...” Damen, the wicked man, had withdrawn his fingers and was licking them dry now. The look on his face, as if he was savoring her taste, made her shudder in pleasure, and her head fell back, slamming against the door.
Damen’s eyes widened in concern even as she yelped in startled pain.
“Are you really sure you’re okay?”
Damen’s gaze was asking the same thing.
“S-sorry...I’m really okay, I just need some time to wait for the cramps to go away.” She kept her gaze on Damen as she spoke, wanting him to see that she meant the words.
“Oh, well...if you’re really sure...”
Mairi started to answer the woman, but then she saw Damen unzipping himself. By the time he had released his fully erect cock, she had completely forgotten her train of thought.
It had been so, so long , she thought. The way she hungered for his touch, it didn’t seem believable that she had lived for so many years without knowing it.
But now that she did, now that she knew what she was missing, Mairi admitted to herself that there was no going back. His touch was an unforgettable memory that would turn into a nightmare if there ever came a time they’d part and she wouldn’t be able to experience pleasure in Damen’s arms again.
“Miss?”
Shit! She had forgotten to speak.
She opened her mouth—-
Swiiish.
There was that unmistakable sound of wetness as Damen slid his cock home.
“Oh my God!” The woman outside had heard it, too, and worse, she recognized it for what it was. The door slammed shut a second later.
“Oh my God!” It was Mairi’s turn to moan the words out even as her eyes rolled back at Damen’s thrusts, which had instantly become wild and forceful now that they were alone.
“She’s going to tell management about us!” Mairi knew she should sound more worried and concerned, but most of her mind was focused on the scorching-hot pleasure she felt every time Damen’s cock sank back into her.
“Then we better make it quick, don’t you think?” Damen panted in answer. And with that, he gripped the curves of her butt tightly and began fucking her raw and hard, so much so that the door started to groan every time her back slammed against it.
“Damen!”
“Did you even think about me while you were flirting with your date?”
“Y-you saw us?”
“I didn’t just fucking see you,” he snarled, jealousy making him cruel and possessive as he tightened his hold on her butt, grinding his cock into her.
She screamed.
“I saw him, too – saw your date trying to eat you alive with his eyes.”
She gasped, “It wasn’t—-”
“It was exactly like that,” he growled. Without warning, he let her slide down to her feet, flipped her around, and pumped his cock back into her.
“Aah!” Her hands slammed against the door as her back curved down, her legs spreading open to accommodate his cock.
“He wanted to fuck you. And you know that, don’t you?” Damen rasped the question against the tender skin of her nape. Not waiting for her answer, he bent down and bit her shoulder.
“Damen!” His bite hurt, but somehow that made the pleasure more intense. She could no longer stop herself from screaming as he pounded into her again and again, forcing her to press her face flat against the door.
With each thrust, her sobs became louder, her body became tenser, and her heart swelled and swelled because each thrust told her a new truth.
Damen was jealous. Damen wanted her to be his. Damen cared .
Someone knocked on the main door.
Mairi tensed.
Uncaring of the intruder, Damen chose that exact time for his fingers to join his cock, teasing her clit into stimulating her orgasm as he shoved his cock into Mairi’s heat as hard as he could.
She screamed and he groaned with her, their come mixing together, his seed so abundant it overflowed, leaking out of her pussy and dripping down her legs.
“Oh Lord.” The woman outside – a different one, probably the manager, Mairi thought dazedly – was clearly embarrassed. Mairi was, too, but one look at Damen’s face told her that he was not.
She tried to get out of his arms quickly, but he didn’t let her, instead taking his time to wipe her dry and re-arrange her clothes.
Damen was the first one to step outside.
The manager recognized him in a flash. “Mr. Leventis!”
He acknowledged it with a cool nod. “I need you to go out and redirect everyone. Tell them this bathroom isn’t functional. And after, I’d appreciate it if you completely forget about this.” He raised a brow.
“Understood, sir,” the manager answered nervously.
When the woman left, he opened the door and, taking Mairi’s hand, he guided her out. “Mairi?”
She had listened to Damen’s exchange with the restaurant manager and had known that the other person assumed it was Alina Kokinos standing inside the cubicle. The knowledge had hurt, but when she looked into Damen’s eyes, the pain eased.
In his eyes, she saw that he was worried about her, that he cared about her, that he needed her.
The twists don’t matter, she whispered silently to herself. In the end, if they loved each other, they would have their happy ending. She had to believe that.
When Mairi still didn’t speak, fear and tension had his body stiffening. He asked tautly, “Mairi?”
Swallowing, she made herself answer. “I’m okay. Thank you for...protecting my identity.”
He relaxed after a beat, seeing that she was not mad at him. Just looking at her made him want to touch her – not sexually, but just to keep them connected.
His heart clenched. Was this how love felt? The real kind?
Mairi’s lips parted in wonder as she watched Damen slowly lift one hand up and caress her cheek. She wanted to kiss his fingers, and after a moment’s hesitation, she turned her face to the side and did it.
He stilled, the kiss startling him. More than that, it felt like a healing touch, which was strange since he had not even known he was...wounded.
Closing his eyes, with her lips pressed against his palm, her fingers stroking his cheek, Damen could almost make himself believe that Mairi Tanner was indeed in love with him.