In Enemy Territory

by M. E. Clayton

  I could only promise her one of those things and in promising that, I couldn’t promise her the other two. “I promise to never lie to you ever again, by outright or by omission. But because I can’t promise never to threaten your family or your friends, I can’t promise to never hurt you because I know threatening the people you care about would hurt you.”

  Hey eyes were imploring. “Why?”

  I stood to my full height and wrapped my arms around her, hugging her to me. “In case you haven’t noticed by now, Halloween, I’ll do anything to be with you. And now that you’ve come here and given yourself to me, I’ll do anything to keep you. If…if I have to ruin everyone around you to keep you with me, I’ll do it.”

  “Damien…”

  “I know a lot of people will say that forcing someone to be with you isn’t real love. There’s all that nonsense about if you love something set it free and all that shit and that if you really love a person, you should put their happiness above your own and whatever.” I held her tighter. “And maybe that’s true for some people, but not me. I’m going to love you like my life depends on it, because it does, Fiona.”

  I felt her small arms encircle my waist and hug me back. I couldn’t stop my mind from wondering where the nearest jewelry store was and if they were still open. Then the more savage part of me imagined her bleeding as I sliced her wide open, yanking that goddamn birth control insert out of her arm. The picture turned more gruesome as I imagined fucking her raw and cumming inside her as she still bled from her arm.

  Fuck! Fiona surrendering to me was supposed to ease the madness, not drive it up ten notches.

  I bent down and grabbing her by her thighs, wrapped them around me and walked over to sit in my chair. Once I sat down, I adjusted her legs so that she was sitting sideways across my lap, her legs draped over mine. I had one arm wrapped around her back and the other wrapped around her thigh, holding her to me. I knew I was on the extreme side of crazy when it came to Fiona, but if I could just have her sit right here, Monday through Friday curled up against me like this, I’d never have a bad day at work.

  Fiona brought me out of my irrational thoughts as she sat up. “Um, what’s that?”

  I tilted my head around her to see what she as talking about. “What?”

  She stretched her body to reach over to pluck her picture off my desk. She held it in her hands as she looked down at it, realizing what it was. She lifted her head to look at me. “This is from the day I opened Fiona’s.”

  “I know.”

  “You’ve had this on your desk for two years?” she asked, incredulously.

  “Yep,” I answered and thought I might as well tell her all of it. “Open it.”

  She slid her eyes towards me. “Open it?”

  “Yeah, open up the little prongs on the back.”

  She looked back down at the picture frame, turned it over and opened up the back. She let out a small gasp as three other pictures slid out from behind the visible one. She set the frame back on the desk and shuffled through the pictures.

  The first one was of her on our graduation night dressed in her cap and gown. “That one sat on the dresser by my bed when Will and I shared our condo during college.” She moved that picture to the back and studied the second photo. It was a close up of her face going into Mercury’s on her 21st birthday. “That one was on your 21st birthday. You and Vicky were heading into Mercury’s. That one sat on my desk in my very first G&C office.” She moved on to the third picture. It was of her college graduation and she was, again, dressed in a cap and gown. This time when she looked up at me, tears were streaming down her face. “That one sat on my desk until the day you opened Fiona’s and it was replaced by the current one.”

  She quietly put the pictures and frame back together and place it back on my desk. She wiped her face of any remaining tears. Then I laughed at her next words. “You said you didn’t have a PI on me until after you left my bedroom that night. Where did the graduation picture come from?”

  I kissed the side of her head. “That was a pleasant surprise. Will took it without me even knowing about it. He gave it to me the first night in our condo hoping it would calm me.” I shrugged. “And it did.”

  She rearranged herself so that she was straddling me and then she wrapped her arms around my neck, looking me dead in my face. “You can have any woman you want. I have trouble understanding why you want me.”

  I moved my hands from her hips and tightened my arms around her. “You have what no one else has, and that’s my soul. I don’t know how to make you truly understand, but you’ve had it since we were five. I keep telling you and telling you, I don’t know how else to make you see how serious my need for you is.” I leaned in a kissed the corner of her mouth. “Fiona, I can say with absolute certainty that I will never want anyone but you. Hell, I can’t even see past you to notice any other women. I’ll live on my knees in front of you if that’s what you need to believe me.”

  She didn’t say anything. Instead, she turned her head to meet my kiss. I know I just had her yesterday, but it felt as if it’s been ages. “I don’t know how I get through the hours not being able to touch you, baby.”

  She pulled back and started trailing kisses down my neck. “Me either.”

  I groaned and fisting a chunk of her hair, I brought her mouth back to mine. Anyone that can dismiss a kiss as no big deal has never been kissed by their soul mate. I could kiss Fiona forever.

  I felt her working on the buttons of my dress shirt and the image of her spread out on my desk before me had my hands shooting straight for the button on her jeans.

  She stopped me. “Nu uh. In my office, it was all about me. In your office, it’s going to be all about you.”

  My dick hardened to the point of being painful.

  She unbuttoned my shirt completely as she crawled her way down my lap and onto the floor in front of me. Fiona was on her knees in front of me getting ready to suck my dick and I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to get any work done in this room ever again.

  She quickly worked my belt, my button and then my zipper before running her hand up and down my cock over my boxer briefs. The outline of my dick left no doubt to how much I wanted her. She looked up at me. “How do you want it?”

  I almost stuttered my answer I was so fucking ready for her. “However you want to swallow me, baby.”

  And then she fucked me all up. “I don’t want to swallow you, Damien. I want you to choke me with your cock. I want you to use me. I want you out of control. I want you to always want me so badly you can’t control yourself.”

  I knew that was her insecurities talking, but fuck me, I didn’t care. I’d give it to her anyway she wanted if that’s what I needed to do to alleviate her doubts about me needing her. “You want me to fuck that hot mouth of yours, Halloween?”

  She already had my cock out and she gave it one long smooth lick from the base to the head before answering, “Mmmhmm. I want to do to you what you do to me every time you touch me, Damien.”

  Fuck, she had no idea.

  I spread my legs farther apart making enough room for her. I didn’t bother with pushing my pants down because she couldn’t get the entire length of my cock down her throat anyways. Believe me, I’ve already tried all the other times she’s sucked me dry.

  I tangled my hand in her hair, and fisting enough of it to where she couldn’t escape my hold, I closed my eyes, rested my head backwards and waited until I felt those soft lips of her close around me. The second she did, I pushed her head down and fucked her mouth like I would her pussy had she been riding me.

  I could feel her tongue play with the underside of my cock teasing the sensitive ridge every time I pulled her head up by her hair. “Fuck yeah, baby.”

  Her sexy moans grew deeper the more I tried to choke her airways. She was swallowing me like it was her favorite thing in the world to do, like I was her favorite desert.

  I swear to God, the biggest struggle I had in life
was whether I should shoot my load down her throat or coat her face with it. I could make million dollar deals an investments with no hesitation what so ever, but deciding how she should take my seed always seemed like a battle.

  When Fiona cupped my sack and started massaging, I finally decided. “I’m going to shoot everything I have down your throat, baby, and I want you to swallow every last fucking drop.”

  She started picking up her pace and the tight heat from her mouth along with those little sounds she was making had me on the edge. Fuck, her mouth was exquisite, but I had a feeling a simple hand job from this woman would still have me out of my mind with desire.

  “That’s it, baby. Suck my cock, take as much of it as you can. Fuck, Fiona.” I tightened my hold in her hair and started making her choke and gag and it was like a fucking symphony to my ears. “Fuck yeah, baby.” I had to close my eyes against the sensation.

  I could feel the telltale tingles and could feel the head of my cock expand inside her mouth just before I let out a roar and poured myself down her throat, “Fuuuuuuck!”

  Fiona stay at my feet and licked my cock clean until I couldn’t take the sensitivity of it any longer. When I finally opened my eyes, I looked down and she had the biggest satisfied smile on her face. Even on her knees before me, this woman was more powerful than I would ever be.

  Chapter 25

  Fiona – It’s not like any love I know, but I’ll take it.

  I chose to believe him.

  I chose happiness.

  I chose my happiness.

  While I’ll admit the way he loves is intense and often suffocating, I wondered if it felt suffocating because I had been fighting it and him for so long.

  Some people may find the idea of his obsession scary, but I didn’t. Call me stupid, but I want a love that’s all consuming. I want to know…not believe, or think…but know that in a room full of beautiful women, Damien is going to only see me. I wanted a guarantee and I feel like I have it.

  We left his office minutes after I had swallowed him and now we were sitting at the kitchen bar in his penthouse eating left over enchilada casserole.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  He put his fork down and turned to face me. “Anything.”

  “How is this supposed to work?” I put my fork down too.

  His brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, are we going to only see each other on the weekends? How do we do the long distance thing?”

  He looked amused. “Long distance thing? Fiona, we only live an hour away from each other.”

  “Yeah, but the commute time makes it long distance, Damien.” The idea of seeing him on the weekends only was depressing.

  “Listen to me and listen very carefully, I will do anything I have to in order to be with you and if that means driving six hours a day to and from work, I’ll do it.”

  “Damie-”

  “No, Fiona. I finally have you and you’re out of your mind if you think I’ll spend even one night away from you. To hell with that shit,” he stressed.

  “Maybe we could trade off. Like alternate days were you come see me and then I come see you.”

  He was already shaking his head before I even finished. “There is no way I’m going to risk you driving in Bay Area traffic. Nope, not happening, Halloween.”

  “Oh, but it’s okay for you?”

  He looked like he was about to get sexist, but instead he blew me away instead. “I’m willing to compromise on the driving, but only if you do something for me first.”

  Holy fuck, Damien Greystone was compromising with me! “Okay, what?”

  Damien stood up, grabbed me by my hips and lifted me to sit on the counter. I had to push the plates back if I didn’t want an ass full of enchilada casserole. Once he was standing comfortably in between my spread thighs, he took my face in his hands and blew me away for the second time in a matter of seconds. “Marry me, Fiona.”

  My eyes widened to the point of strain. “Marry you? We’ve only been together for a couple of weeks and most of that time was either spent fighting or in bed,” I pointed out.

  The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. “Oh, come on, like you didn’t know that’s where this was going to lead?”

  My arms started failing about in exasperation. “Well, yeah…but, I mean, I figured like years later.”

  He snorted. “Please, I’ve wanted to marry you since I pulled you away from that tool, Phillip Jansen, at our first school dance.”

  He was still able to floor me when he said things like that. “I hope you know you ruined my first dance, you jerk.”

  Damien actually laughed at me. “Jesus, Halloween. It amazes me sometimes that you never caught on. Baby, I was going to ruin all your firsts if they weren’t with me.” He shrugged a shoulder. “I honestly didn’t think Phillip-or any guy- would have been stupid enough to approach you. Had I known, I would have gotten to the dance earlier.”

  As stupid as it sounded all these years later, his comment still hurt my feelings. “Look, I know I was fat and not anything to look at, but I really thought Phillip was my first chance at having a boyfriend and you totally ruined that.”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait up. What do you mean you were fat and not anything to look at?” His face looked thunderous and his voice dripped icicles.

  My childhood insecurities made my voice low. “Well, no boy ever asked me out or even really talked to me, so I just thought-”

  “Oh, baby.” Damien pulled me into him and kissed my forehead. “I’m such an asshole.”

  “Uh, if you’re expecting an argument from me on that, well-”

  He chuckled. “I wasn’t.” He pushed back from me and took my face in his hands again. “Fiona, the reason boys didn’t ask you out was because they were too scare.”

  Too scared?

  “Baby, I was always stupid over you, but when you started growing curves and filling out, it was a miracle I didn’t end up in an asylum,” he said. “You had the body of a grown fucking woman and every boy in school could see it. It took me beating the fuck out of at least four guys before the entire school realized how serious shit got if any of the guys mentioned your name or showed any interest in dating you.”

  I know I shouldn’t be shocked anymore considering all that he’s already confessed, but Jesus, what the hell? “So, you’re the reason I never had a boyfriend?”

  He nodded. “I’m lucky I didn’t end up in prison for murdering that stupid fuck Dennis Franks that night he was drunk enough to think he could touch you.” He closed his eyes, as if he was reliving his emotions from that night all over again. And when he opened them back up, I could actually see the pain reflected in them. “God, Halloween, when it hit me that he was your first actual kiss, I truly wanted to murder the motherfucker. All your firsts were supposed to belong to me. I got too confident and let Dennis slip by me.”

  “You’re nuts, you know that?”

  He leaned down and kissed me lightly on the lips. “Yep, I’m very aware, but instead of tattooing my name all over your body, maybe I need to tattoo yours on mine and then maybe you finally start to believe me when I tell you it’s only ever been you since the very first memories of my life.”

  My heart melted. “I like your tattoos,” I confessed.

  He raised a brow. “Oh, yeah?”

  “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. You have to know only you makes me feel like my body’s on fire.”

  He slammed his lips down on mine and kissed me like he wanted to consume me. He broke the kiss and fled from the kitchen leaving me sitting on the counter light headed and confused.

  Almost immediately, he returned holding some papers and something else I couldn’t quite make out. He set the items on the counter next to me and that’s when I saw the box.

  This man is crazy, and not in a ‘oh, you so crazy’ way, but in a ‘needs to be officially diagnosed’ crazy way. I sat there wondering if insanity was hereditary as h
e opened the box and pulled out an obvious engagement ring.

  It was absolutely beautiful.

  It was either white gold or platinum with a small diamond surrounded in emeralds. The stones matched his eyes perfectly. “Damien, it’s stunning.”

  Without asking or getting down on one knee or anything, he simply grabbed my left hand slipped the ring on. It felt a little snug, but it finally made its way over my knuckle. “Are you sure you like it? I can get you another one, maybe with a bigger diamond or something.”

  His voiced sounded unsure and I was shocked when I looked up and saw a very nervous and insecure Damien Greystone. “It’s perfect. Why would you want to buy another one?”

  And as if I couldn’t love him more, I found I could. “I bought that for you the day I left for Yale. It was very expensive at the age of 18 when most of my money was tied to my parents. But now that I have my own money, I can get you something bigger if-”

  “No!” I yelped. “Damien it’s perfect,” I assured him. After I saw him physically relax, I grabbed the papers off the counter. “What are these?”

  “Marriage license and all that jazz. You just need to sign and we can find someone to marry us in the morning,” he stated, all matter of fact like.

  My eyes surely bugged out of my head this time. “Are you craz-” I shook my head. “Never mind.”

  He laughed.

  The jackhole.

  “Damien we can’t get married tomorrow. We’ve barely-”

  “I’ve loved you my whole life and if right now you don’t see the rest of your life with me in it, then I’ll concede to a long engagement and give you time. But, tell me…when you picture your life fifty years from now, do you picture it with me?” he asked.

  I couldn’t lie and I wouldn’t even if I thought I could. “I see you in everything I’ll ever do from this day forward, Damien,” I whispered.