Damien, Forever (An Art of Sinners Novel)

by Tempest Phan

  “Hmmm?” He caressed my back.

  “Have you ever had a threesome?”

  I simply could not get those dirty images from earlier today out of my head, nor the dark look in Damien’s eyes when he’d met my stare straight on.

  Lukas’s hand stopped.

  “That’s an odd question, love.”

  I raised myself on my elbow and peered down at him. His handsome face looked relaxed, but there was an edge to his steel eyes.

  I cocked my head.

  “Yes. A few times,” he admitted.

  “Oh. Did you enjoy it?”

  He laughed. “Not terribly. It’s bloody exhausting trying to satisfy two women at once. I much prefer to concentrate on just one.” He punctuated that by leaning forward and grazing the edge of my arm with his teeth, his eyes flashing at me again. He was impossible.

  I hesitated. “Have you ever been in a threesome with another man?”

  “No.” The sound came out like a whiplash.

  Silence for several minutes. “Lukas . . .” I couldn’t bring myself to say it, just glanced away while embarrassment suffused my cheeks.

  He didn’t reply, so I glanced down at him again. His eyes were intense. “Are you telling me that’s your fantasy, and you’re asking me to make it a reality, love?”

  I nodded.

  He rubbed his hands over his face and his tone was neutral. “I can guess who you have in mind.”

  Was it that obvious?

  “If he said yes, would you, Lukas?” I asked softly.

  He just stared at me for the longest time, his eyes dark, and finally nodded.

  My heart hammered inside my chest as I bent down and kissed him.

  “I’m man enough not to fear losing you. But just remember, you’re mine,” he said roughly against my lips as his hands skimmed down and grabbed my hips and pulled me on top of him. He was rock hard—again—and I slowly sheathed myself over him as he closed his eyes and moaned.

  “You’re mine, love. Do not ever forget that,” he growled, opening his eyes and holding me in his steel-eyed stare, before rolling over to flip me underneath him, as his powerful shoulders blocked out the ceiling and he drove into me, over and over again.

  ***

  “Come in,” he said in his deep, whisper-soft voice.

  I opened the door and closed it softly behind me. Damien was on his bed, shirtless, in grey sweat bottoms, ensconced in a book. He looked up and smiled lightly.

  I was wrong. He had changed.

  He’d never been a small man, but the years had filled out his lean, muscular frame, the long cords of muscle now somehow harder, somehow bigger, all steel but still without any excess bulk.

  And I couldn’t tear my eyes from his chest, the familiar swirls of ink that I hadn’t seen in years captivating me. They had expanded beyond the left side of his torso to now drip down every single hard inch of his chest, his stomach, the taut sculpted V that dipped into his pants.

  Somewhere in that mass of tats would be my initial.

  For you.

  In my heart, I heard his murmurs from long ago: I love you, Bella mine. Always have . . .

  I wrenched myself from the memories and looked at him, color creeping up my cheeks. Did he remember? Could he read my thoughts? I chewed on my bottom lip.

  “What is it, baby doll?” He looked at me, his face impassive, but I thought want glimmered in his eyes as he glanced down at my bare legs, my short robe only just covering me to midthigh. He quickly returned my stare, his teeth scraping against his lip rings.

  I stepped closer to him, where he was on the bed, an irrational desire to join him where he laid, to have him cover me with his powerful, muscular body and fuck me. I blushed again.

  He arched an eyebrow.

  “Damien, come be with me—and Lukas—tonight,” I said softly.

  He looked at me, confusion in his sea-tossed eyes.

  “Come again?”

  “Be with me . . . and Lukas, tonight.” I could feel the heat suffuse my cheeks.

  He tilted his head for a second, squinted, before bursting into humorless laughter.

  “Wait. Shit. Are you propositioning me, baby girl?”

  I blushed yet again and nodded.

  “Let me get this straight. You’re asking if I’ll have a threesome with the two of you?” He laughed again, shook his head in disbelief, and turned away.

  My heart dropped. But I wasn’t ready to give up. When it came to him, I’d never been ready. I came closer and kneeled down by his side.

  He turned to look at me. “Fuck no.”

  “It won’t mean a thing,” I lied.

  “It’s that thing this morning, right? Like I said then, Bella. I don’t share my girl.”

  My throat closed up, and I swallowed my own poison as I said, “But I’m not, right? Your girl. I’m not.”

  Because, Dame, you never wanted me to be.

  And I kept going, telling him my heart was safe. It belonged to Lukas now. Those words had felt bitter on my lips, on my heart, although my mind had tried to deny it. With trembling fingers, he reached out to touch my lips, silently begging me to stop the flow of words that was wounding us, as I gently grabbed his hand.

  He flat out refused again. But on I went. Yes. Yes, my heart was indeed safe. And so, no, not to worry—I expected nothing further of him. Just a night of passion. Something new. I knew too well that he wouldn’t want me beyond that.

  “Is this what you really want? Just a one-night stand?” His voice was raw, echoing my own words when we were eighteen the night before I’d boarded that plane.

  I nodded, feeling my heart slam erratically against my ribcage. He looked at me, deep hunger and heartbreak in his eyes. He finally acquiesced.

  My hand was in his, the long, hard fingers clasped around mine, holding me in a tight grasp as we walked into the bedroom Lukas and I shared.

  Lukas was sitting on the edge of the bed, in his boxers, when we came in and shut the door. He was shirtless, his broad, strong back tense, like he was gearing up for a fight.

  Damien hadn’t put on a shirt either—why bother—and his sweats hung low on his pale, pale slim hips, his inked washboard abs on full display, his body lean, and muscular too, but a touch more slight than Lukas with his surfer’s body.

  Lukas stayed on the bed, an edge to his face, his eyes hard. Damien stopped in his tracks in the middle of the room and let go of my hand. I stood in the middle, an equal distance between them, as they stared each other down. I stepped to the side so I could look at both. They were both incredibly beautiful. Completely different, but breathtaking all the same.

  The silence was deafening. I would have to be the one to break the ice. Slowly, I untied my silk robe, revealing the short nightshirt that barely hit midthigh. Ever so slowly, I unbuttoned it, letting the silky material slide over my shoulders and down to the floor. I stood in a lacy and sheer white bra, the matching thong a wisp of nothing barely covering me. Their eyes caught fire, their bodies grew hard. Oh, the power I held in my hands, if only for tonight.

  Looking at Damien, knowing I should be looking at Lukas, too, but unable to tear my gaze away from the one whose eyes held heartbreak and despair, I slowly ran my hands down my body, and then back up to cup my breasts. Slowly, I unhooked my bra, letting it fall away as my hands went back up to my chest, playing with my nipples, sliding back down into my thong, touching my bare, silky smooth pussy, showing him what I wanted him to do to me. Damien’s eyes were on fire, but he didn’t budge.

  Lukas made the first move, bounding off the bed to catch me in his strong arms, his sun-burnished skin so dark against mine. His lips captured mine as he kissed me deeply, his tongue playing with me, seeking, teasing, as his hands roamed over my body, before finally settling on my dripping core. He pushed a finger through, and I threw my head back and moaned. My eyes caught Damien’s looking intently at the scene, his blue eyes dark, pupils fully dilated, inscrutable. I motioned for him to come to me. H
e did, slowly, reluctantly. Lukas was kissing my breasts, his fingers below pushing the lacy thong aside to play with my pussy.

  When Damien was close enough, I reached up to pull his head down for a passionate kiss, nearly losing myself when I felt the cold metal of his lip rings against my tongue. He kissed me back with desperation. Unlike Lukas, whose kiss tasted of power and confidence, Damien’s held a world of sadness and resignation. They couldn’t be any more different.

  Lukas moved back and then reached down to cradle me in his arms, effectively pulling me away from Damien. He’d taken control, as he always did.

  He bent down to kiss me gently, before growling in my ear, loud enough for Dame to hear, “On your knees, love,” as he set me down gently in front of him, tucking my hair behind my ears, running soft fingers down my face. “On your knees.”

  I heard Damien’s sharp intake of breath but did not look back as I obeyed Lukas. I slowly pulled down his boxers. His cock sprang free, long, thick, and proud, cum beading at the tip. I wrapped my palm around him and glanced at Damien.

  His eyes were stark, and I saw both want and anguish in their depths before he shut them tightly. I turned back to Lukas, looking up at him as I placed a gentle kiss on the leaking tip, licking it off. He moaned as he impaled me with his heated gaze then stared straight at Damien. But I knew Dame would keep his eyes closed, knew that he would never, ever look.

  I continued to suck, at first slowly, before increasing the speed and pressure, as Lukas cradled the back of my head and laced his fingers into my hair.

  “You’re so bloody gorgeous, love. So bloody gorgeous. Especially with your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock,” he growled as he pushed me roughly against him, fucking my mouth—hard, the way I loved it, as I made choking, wet sounds against him, my fingers holding the base, playing with his balls. Finally, he tensed against me. “I’m coming, love,” he bit out as I felt his thick length gushing against, down my throat. He shivered one last time before he pulled out and reached down to take me in his arms once more, bending down to kiss my swollen, dripping lips.

  “Such a good girl,” he murmured as I heard Damien exhale slowly, loudly.

  But Lukas wasn’t done. Far from it. In a few steps, he’d taken me to the bed, where he gently laid me horizontally, turned so we could stare straight at Damien, who hadn’t moved, was now looking at us stone still.

  On the bed, Lukas proceeded to kiss down the length of my body, his own already hardening again, before settling between my thighs. In one fluid gesture, he tore my lace thong off, not even bothering to take it off, before saying softly, his voice rough and dirty, “So perfect, love. Such a pretty, perfect little pussy.”

  He then bent down and flicked his tongue down my slit, pausing to torture my clit. His eyes held mine, desire and power turning the steel nearly black, but I saw a glimmer of fear behind the façade.

  He tore his eyes away from me and stared at Damien. His eyes held a glint of challenge, an arrogance that seemed to say Look at me. Look at how I can make her feel. She’s mine. All mine.

  I lifted my eyes from Lukas to look at Damien instead. My head was hanging slightly off the edge of the bed, and the room—he—turned completely upside down. Damien had reopened his eyes and caught mine in a stare. He wasn’t looking at Lukas or the challenge in his eyes. He was looking at me, would ever only look at me, his lips parted, his nostrils flared, clearly turned on by my moans as Lukas ran his tongue across my baby smooth pussy, as it plunged inside me, as he ate me out.

  Damien kept on looking, his blue eyes stormy. He was rock hard, his hands in tight fists at his sides. In his stare was deep longing and devastation.

  Open your eyes, baby. Open your eyes for me. I want to look at you when I make you come.

  Echoes from a lifetime ago, dark whispers I still heard on those nights I furtively cried myself to sleep, the reason I sometimes had to look away whenever Lukas and I fucked.

  But he was here now. And he kept staring, kept eye-fucking me while Lukas brought me to the brink and over, as I gasped, never taking my eyes off Damien, except during my final throes, closing them tight against his pain, his face still the one I held onto while I fell apart violently.

  As I came back down from my climax, I felt Lukas grab me.

  “I am going to fuck that sweet cunt of yours, love, and come all over you.” His voice was low, dripping with sex and aggression. I knew he was acting, playing to an unwilling audience in Dame. I also knew this was his way of claiming me. He’d taken everything first tonight. I belonged to him, and he wanted Damien to know. I could only ever be his.

  He turned me around until I was on all fours, and proceeded to fuck me, hard. His grunts, my gasps, the slap of skin against skin echoed in the room, as Damien still looked on, his cerulean eyes deep in mine.

  “Damien,” I called out between moans, extending my arm out in an invitation for him to join in on our deviance.

  Never taking his eyes off mine, making me feel that I would always be the only person in any room, he walked slowly over.

  “Dame,” I said softly. “Come.”

  Slowly, reluctantly, he pushed his sweats down, stepping out of them. Never once did he break our gaze, but, without even looking, I knew that Lukas, on the other hand, was still staring—glaring—intently at Damien.

  I reached out with one hand, Lukas still fucking me hard, and brought Damien closer to me, until his hard shaft was just in front of me. I opened my mouth to take him in, and he threw his head back and gasped. He came closer, filling my mouth, nearly my throat. He put a knee on the bed next to me, and began to move gently, the movement at odds with Lukas’s violent pumping, which managed to push me deeper against Damien with each thrust, which Damien returned, but more gently, carefully, each time.

  The pleasure was overwhelming, and I came for a second time, moaning Damien’s name, my mouth still full of him. Lukas was not far behind, letting out a roar that sounded like victory. He fell back and laid down the length of the bed, perpendicular to me, fully spent this time.

  Damien was still looking at me as I withdrew my lips and sat back on my heels. I took his hand in mine, motioning for him to get on the bed. Slowly, he climbed on, never taking his eyes off me, the mattress buckling under his weight.

  I kissed him deeply, taking the taste of his despair deep within me and gently pushed him down so he was lying alongside Lukas. Perhaps I should have looked at Lukas, but I had eyes only for Damien, my Damien James, wanting to see everything he saw, wanting to feel everything he felt, almost forgetting that Lukas—my boyfriend—was in the room, watching, questioning. Time was running out for Damien and me, and I wanted to imprint every precious second of this moment in my heart.

  I reached over to my drawer and grabbed a condom, which, while both men watched, I slowly rolled down Damien’s length—Lukas had his rules.

  Then, I climbed on top of him, straddling him, still full of Lukas’s cum. Neither of us cared. I moved ever so slightly, positioning myself over him, before slowly sliding down the thick length of his cock. As he entered me, I lost my breath, gasping, my heart doing its familiar bittersweet somersault as the love I felt for him electrified each nerve ending in my body, his eyes never leaving mine, making love to me as much as his body was. And still Lukas looked on, but my heart stayed focused on Dame, whose face was all hard edges and stone, who looked devastated as I moved my hips slowly over him, grinding gently back and forth. He didn’t make a sound, but his breath came out in short pants, and I felt him harden even more inside of me, thick and heavy. I continued moving, slowly, so slowly. He squeezed his eyes shut as pleasure flashed across his face. When he reopened them, I saw in their depths what my heart had always known. This man loved me, loved me with a force that terrified us both, likely terrified Lukas who was staring at me fucking—no, making love to—another man while he was still dripping down my thigh.

  I began to pick up pace, my hands grabbing Damien’s strong shoulders to steady
myself as I bounced up and down his length, gasping at the deep pleasure I felt. He felt it too, his hands tightening around my waist, helping slam my small body against his. His eyes never left me, dark with silent want and desire and a love beyond words, as I rode him, hard, the bittersweet torment pumping through our veins. He sat up and kissed my breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipples, before taking one in his mouth. I threw my head back and moaned as his teeth gently raked the sensitive bud, as his mouth wrapped around the sensitive flesh.

  Suddenly, he flipped us over until he was above me, changing our rhythm, controlling each move, filling me with long, slow, aching strokes, looking at me, his eyes deep pools of love and pain. He continued his slow plunge into me, his eyes never leaving mine, slow, so very slow, as if he were trying to stop time, stop it so I could stay locked in his arms, his body deep in mine, without the weight of tomorrow on us. He finally broke our stare, so he could bend down to kiss me, devastating. It was a soft, tender, despairing kiss, echoing none of the passion that had just passed between Lukas and me.

  Damien’s kiss was gentle and raw, a whisper against my lips as his tongue slowly sought mine out, intertwining. He sighed softly against me, and I felt his lips move, “I love you, Bella.” It was a silent whisper that only he and I could hear. He was kissing me goodbye.

  And then, his eyes holding mine—Open your eyes, baby. Open your eyes for me—he allowed himself to hit that spot, the one he’d been the first to find, all those many years ago, over and over until my eyes half closed in ecstasy, until I made a sound in my throat, until I finally screamed out his forbidden name . . . “Oh Damien, Damien. My Damien.”

  Unlike Lukas, he stayed still above me while I recovered, his eyes full of love and heartbreak. He’d looked at me the entire time, delaying his own gratification so he could give me mine, so he could watch my face while I fell apart in his arms.

  I reached my hand up to grab his neck and bring him down to me. I kissed him gently, slowly, deeply, telling him through this kiss everything I could never admit out loud. Finally, breathless, he broke our kiss before lowering his forehead and pressing it against mine in an ultimate gesture of intimacy.