Taming Damian(4)

By: Jessica Wood


“Yeah, it’s nothing.” He pulled away from me abruptly, and I saw a flicker of something I’d never seen in his eyes before. A cold darkness.

Could it be anger? But when I looked closer, it was gone.

He looked around the bathroom. “Anyone else in here?” I saw a shadow behind the intensity of his blue eyes, sending a shiver down my body. “You really are cold, huh?” He rubbed his hands up and down my arms. His grip seemed tighter around me than normal.

“Just a little,” I lied.

“I know how to warm you up.” His lips twisted into a devious smile as his hands reached behind me. I felt my dress loosen around my body as the back zipper moved down my back.

“But—” I began to protest.

“Take off your dress.” His voice was raw and cold. It was clear that this was a command and not a request.

I frowned up at him in surprise. I was shocked by what he wanted to do and wasn’t sure what had gotten into him. I knew he had an insatiable appetite for sex, and since we’d been together, I’d had more sex outside of the bedroom than I could count. But something about this moment was different. He seemed distant, cold, almost violent, and there was something threatening about the way he looked down at me that scared me. It scared me so much that I felt all my senses heighten in his presence—the way his rough hands tightened against my skin, the way his uneven breathing burned against my neck, the way his deep raspy voice woke my very core. Something about this moment scared me in a way I had never felt before, and to my surprise, I’d never been more turned on than I was at this very moment.

“Damian, we’re in the ladies’ bathroom.” I made no attempt to zip my dress back up. Even I knew my words of protest were empty as my breathing became more ragged and uneven and I arched my body toward him. So why am I so turned on?

“Then let’s not waste any time then.” His hold tightened around me as I felt his fingers unclasp my bra. “Let’s see if I can make you come before someone comes in.”

Instead of resisting, I dropped my purse to the ground and felt my body respond on its own as I shifted my hips and heard the dress slide down my body. A second later, my bra joined my dress and purse on a pile on the floor. Before I could think through my emotions, he grabbed my face and lowered his lips down to greet me. His kiss was rough and forceful as he backed me up against bathroom sink and lifted me up on top of the cold black marble counter. His hands secured mine against the mirror behind me.

“Now, do you want that? Do you want to come before someone comes in?”

I swallowed hard and nodded, unable to say a single word.

“Now take off your panties.” He wasn’t asking and he wasn’t demanding. He was stating a fact that he knew would happen. His smoldering eyes were dark and dangerous as he watched me push my panties down my legs and onto the floor next to my dress. He moved his hands down my legs, and by the way his hands secured me in place, I knew this wasn’t the first time he’d done this before.

I suddenly gasped as he pushed my legs apart and leaned into me. I felt his hard erection rub against my inner thigh through his pants and an excruciating need grew in the pit of my stomach. I saw my hands reach for his white tuxedo shirt, and before I could register my actions, I ripped his shirt open with both hands, revealing his hard, chiseled, tan chest. I heard the buttons fall down the porcelain sink and against the marble countertop. My breathing was sharp and uneven as my gaze moved down his naked body that peaked through his ripped shirt. My eyes widened when they landed on the hardness that was pushing through his slacks. He groaned as my hands moved up his pants and brushed up against his erection.

“Let me out.” His commanding voice was ragged as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. I obeyed and unzipped his pants. I gasped as his erection immediately poked out of the opening to greet me. He had gone commando tonight.

Damian’s lips curled in a crooked smile as his eyes were fixed on mine, taking in my reaction.

“That’s what I’m talking about.” His eyes then left mine as they slowly moved down my naked body. His hands followed his gaze as they seductively moved along my skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. “Now, let’s have some fun before anyone tries to interrupt us.” Something in his voice left me breathless and impatient, and I realized I desperately wanted whatever he was going to do to me on top of this cold, hard marble sink.

“Yes, please. I’ll do whatever you say,” I whispered in his ear. I wasn’t one to normally beg for anything, but when it came to my desire for Damian, I felt my conviction crumble against my sheer need for him.

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