by Tanya Kelly
So sinfully sexy. Their gazes locked on one another and the sexual tension was thick.
Damon reached forward and pulled down her bra just enough to expose her nipples. He used his thumb and index finger, pinching gently. Kim moaned, closing her eyes and leaning back against the wall, the buds hardening beneath his touch.
“You shouldn’t have kept me waiting this long,” he said in a husky voice.
Her eyes flew open as Damon grabbed her by the waist and pulled her next to his rock-hard body. The hard length of his cock pressed against her softness.
“Waiting makes me impatient.” He cupped her ass, his fingers digging into the flesh and thrust against her. Kim’s insides quivered and she could feel the moisture between her legs.
Before she could reply, Damon turned her around and pressed her against the wall again. He held her hands up over her head, splayed on the wall, and rubbed his hard length against her backside. Kim moaned as her nipples made contact with the hard, cold surface of the wall. Caught between the solid wall and Damon’s thick, unyielding presence, Kim’s body trembled with anticipation.
His hands slid down the side of each breast before pulling at her panties. He slid them down until they fell to a soft heap on the floor before stroking her naked buttocks.
“Spread your legs.”
She immediately followed his instruction, aching for his touch on her pussy. She heard the sound of his zipper and the rustle of a condom package.
Damon grabbed her hips and pulled her ass out so that she was slightly bend, her hands, breasts and cheek still flat against the wall. He spread her ass cheeks and positioned his cock at her slit.
“Fuck. I need to be inside you. Now.”
Still holding her hips, Damon plunged into her wetness with a groan, slamming her into the wall. “So tight,” he murmured in her ear before pushing into her again. Kim cried out as he filled her.
“Tell me…did you…keep me waiting…on purpose?” he asked, thrusting into her between words, sending Kim into a vortex of pleasure.
When she didn’t answer, he stilled his movements. She whimpered softly and arched her back, pushing back against his cock.
Please, just fuck me, her mind screamed.
As if hearing her thoughts he gave two more hard thrusts before stopping again. His hands left her hips and one cupped her breast, pinching the sensitive nipple while the other delved between her legs and stroked her throbbing clit. Kim moaned and pressed her mound into his hand while pushing against his cock.
Damon’s fingers slipped between her slick folds and teased with light feathery touches. “Did you?” he asked again, pinching the nipple a bit harder. Kim could feel the rush of blood to her nipple and her entire body was taut as a bow. She could taste her release. So close. If only he would fuck her—hard and fast, she would explode.
“Yes,” she practically yelled. “Now please—fuck me.”
Damon growled in response and drove into her. He took hold of her waist again as he slammed into her. Kim’s legs began to tremble and she supported herself against the wall. Reaching a crescendo, Kim clenched her hands and bit down on her lip, her pussy tightening around his cock.
With a grunt, Damon pulled out of her. Kim gasped in frustration. She’d been so close, just another minute.
“Damon, please,” she begged.
He turned her around, so her naked back was now pressed against the wall. He ripped off the condom and slid his large hand up and down his hard length. Her eyes riveted to the sight, she watched as spurt after spurt of semen erupted from his cock and landed on her belly and pussy.
When he was done, he braced one hand against the wall and took deep breaths. His gaze travelled over her body from her heavy, swollen breasts down to her abdomen, covered in his thick semen.
Kim should be enraged that he’d denied her orgasm, but as she looked down at his semen all over body, it only aroused her more. He’d acted like a caveman, taking his pleasure and denying hers and then branding her with his cum. But damn, she’d liked it—except now she wanted, no, needed to climax.
“Sucks to be kept waiting for something you want so bad, doesn’t it?” he said. Her eyes narrowed as realization dawned.
Oh, the bastard.
He moved away and grabbed the box of tissues on a nearby table. She said nothing as she cleaned up the mess he’d made on her, before clumping the tissue in a ball and whipping it at his head.
Damon caught the ball of tissue and smirked.
Kim moved with as much poise as she could muster considering she was not only still aroused beyond anything, she was now flipping pissed, too. She bent over and picked up her panties before turning to face him.
“No worries, nothing a vibrator won’t fix or do even better,” she threw at him.
Damon threw back his and a burst of laughter shook his chest. Fucking asshole. She tried to move past him to grab her dress but he picked her up in arms. She protested and squirmed in his grasp.
“Put me down.”
Damon only chuckled again and carried her to his bedroom. He placed her on the bed and straddled her body with his before she could scramble off.
“I think you just insulted my manhood, even though I was just teaching you a lesson.”
“Truth hurts, they say,” she replied, still trying to scramble away which was useless, pinned as she was between his legs. She tried to shove him off with her hands but Damon pulled her wrists together over her head and held them effortlessly with one hand.
“That sounds like a challenge.” His eyes glinted with mischief as his one free hand trailed down her chest, between her breasts. She arched her back, silently begging.
Damn, her body betrayed her.
He traced circles all around the globes, never touching her aching nipples.
She would not beg! She would not beg! She chanted silently to stop her body from bowing up toward him a second time. She tried to ignore the quiver in her pussy as his hand finally skimmed over a nipple.
“I can see how hard you are fighting me,” Damon whispered close to her ear before moving his head to greedily suck on her nipple.
Fire spread through her as his mouth closed over the bud and she was helpless to stop the moan that escaped her lips. He sat astride her and moved his hips so that his heavy balls pressed against her clit. She whimpered and rotated her hips, seeking more friction. However Damon’s chuckle against her breast sparked her anger again.
Trying to take him by surprise she jerked her wrists from his grasp and gave him a shove. It was like trying to move a boulder. He grasped her hands again and laughed, tightening his legs around her squirming body.
Kim looked between them and saw his cock—hard and straining forward. Fuck if that sight didn’t turn her on—big time.
God damn him. Every time she tried to exert control…he took it from her. While it somewhat aggravated her, she had to admit, it also excited her.
Damon leaned over and grabbed a condom from the nightstand and sheathed himself. He moved quickly and laid his solid body over hers, inserting himself between her legs. Still holding her arms above her head, he positioned his cock right between her legs. He dropped kisses on her neck and moved his hips, sliding his dick against her slick pussy.
“So wet and ready for me,” he whispered.
Damon moved so the head of his cock slid inside her and Kim moaned loudly.
Fuck it. She’d beg if she had to. She needed him—now.
Kim wrapped her legs around him and pulled him close, trying to impale herself on his shaft, but Damon held back, still making small movements with his hips so that his cock would slide against her clit and tease her entrance way.
Kim met his eyes. “Take me,” she said breathlessly. “I’m begging. Please fuck me—now.”
He smiled triumphantly before finally plunging into her. She cried out as he filled her. Bracing himself on his forearms, Damon continued to thrust into her pussy while staring into her eyes. Kim closed her e
yes as pressure built throughout her body.
“Look at me,” Damon commanded in a hoarse voice. He began to move faster, his cock ramming into her wetness. Her body trembled on the cusp of her orgasm.
“Oh God,” she cried out, closing her eyes again. It was too intimate. Staring into his eyes while she climaxed.
Damon made a growling noise before burying himself deep and taking her mouth in a bruising kiss. From the second their lips touched and his cock hit her G-spot, Kim exploded around him. She whimpered as Damon’s tongue did delicious things to the inside of her mouth. He groaned as well as she felt his body jerk and spasm with his own climax.
While still sheathed inside her, he propped himself up on his elbows and stared down at her. Kim once again became uncomfortable at the intimacy. Lying naked—his cock still buried inside her in the after throes of sex. It was too familiar and brought her back to another time. A time where they couldn’t get close enough to each other. Couldn’t stop kissing or ripping one another’s clothes off. Sometimes they would make out, cuddle, and just talk for hours.
Kim blinked. Not this time. This was just a mutually satisfying fuck.
“If only I could read what’s behind those eyes,” Damon said, still watching her intently.
“Actually, I was just thinking that I hate to fuck and run but I have an early morning tomorrow,” Kim replied with a smile.
She saw his eyes darken as his lips pressed into a thin line. Then he quickly masked his expression and moved. As soon as he did, Kim felt cold. Other emotions surfaced as well that she refused to think about.
“By all means, don’t let me keep you,” he responded before moving into the bathroom. Kim dressed in record time and debated sneaking out. But that was cowardly and she wasn’t a coward. Damon emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
Fuck. He was so sexy. She wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed with him.
But common sense prevailed. “Okay, well, um, thanks,” Kim mumbled. Damon said nothing in return as he walked her to the front door and saw her out.
He made no move to stop her or make plans to see her again. He said nothing. Only looked at her with an unreadable expression. Or maybe it was exactly what it looked like. Boredom. Indifference.
He’d gotten what he wanted from her as she had from him. Great sex…no strings. She smiled and waved, forcing a bounce into her step as she walked out.
When she heard the door close behind her, she stopped walking.
Don’t look back. Don’t look back. Only look forward.
Raising her chin higher and forcing down the sadness that was engulfing her, Kim forged ahead, staying true to herself and never looking back.
* * * *
Damon stared distractedly out the window of his office. Normally he loved the view of the bustling city of Toronto and skyscrapers from the floor to ceiling windows of his office, but today, the view didn’t improve his mood.
He hadn’t slept well after Kim left last night so he’d gotten up at five AM and decided to head back to Toronto, get some work done, and clear his head.
Not a patient man, he was frustrated from the slow progress of his plan. His purchase of Paul Morrison’s company was stalled for now. And the part involving Kim wasn’t going exactly according to plan either. While he’d had some success inserting himself into her life, it wasn’t enough. He needed Kim to fall in love with him. It would be hard to crush her like she’d done to him if he didn’t succeed.
Except she was holding back and guarding her emotions very close. He saw right through her ploy of coming over late last night and leaving right after they’d had sex. She was doing her damn best to make sure they didn’t spend any time together where they weren’t fucking.
Which was starting to piss him off. But worse than that was how much it bothered him, and not just because it interfered with his plans. It just plain fucking irked him and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know why. He could not afford to let Kim get under his skin.
He had come back to Toronto to regroup. The woman was beginning to fill his thoughts 24/7. His dick was constantly hard thinking about her. This he could handle since she had no qualms about fucking him. But it was the chaos in his head when he thought about her that he didn’t like. Not one bit.
For the first time in years, he could actually feel a small niggling of doubt about his revenge plot. But then he thought of his uncle and the things he’d given up thanks to the Morrisons. His resolve hardened.
He had to get Kim to spend some time with him and not just in bed. But she was determined not to do that. However, Damon would just have to be more persuasive.
A knock sounded at his door before it opened and Mark Dasilva poked his head in.
“Morning. I didn’t expect you in at all this week,” Mark said, striding in.
“I decided to come in and catch up on a few things,” Damon replied vaguely. As close as he was with Mark, Damon had never spoken to anyone about the past or his desire for revenge. He’d never gotten that close to anyone that he imagined sharing that information.
“I have good news,” Mark said. “Mr. Morrison just called me after only two days of silence. He’s still trying to play a bit of hardball but I can tell he’s chomping at the bit to sell.”
“Good, I want this done as soon as possible,” Damon replied.
Mark stood awkwardly in front of Damon, his gaze searching. “I’ve worked with you a long time and we’re friends, right?”
Turning to face Mark, Damon perched on his desk and indicated for Mark to sit down. “What is it you need to get off your chest?”
“Well, I’m not going to pretend to understand the purchase of Morrison Holdings but I’m sure you have your reasons. My concern is I’ve poured over their books to reach a fair market value and I have to tell you, while I don’t have any concrete proof, something feels off about this.”
Tell me about it.
“The books have some missing information and some things just don’t make sense. Plus my gut instinct tells me Mr. Morrison can’t be trusted. He’s a slippery one. We don’t normally do business this way, Damon. So I have to advise, as your friend and business advisor, I’d walk away from this deal.”
Damon held back the urge to laugh. Walking away was not an option.
“Mark, I appreciate your advice and looking out for me and Black Industries. I know you don’t understand and I’m sorry, I can’t explain. I can only tell you that I do believe we can make something profitable from this. Perhaps not at first, but I have some ideas.”
He looked at his friend, still seeing the skepticism in his face. “We are moving forward with this purchase. I can only tell you that it’s partly personal and it’s imperative we acquire the company. I’m sorry, but I can’t say more than that.”
Mark nodded his head in and didn’t pose any more questions. “I understand and I’ll make it happen.”
He stood and proceeded to move to the door, before turning around. “Are you back in town then? Business done in Beechfield?”
“No, unfortunately it’s not. I’m just here for the day,” Damon replied.
“Anything I can help with?” Mark asked.
I wish, but I’ll have to do this part on my own.
“No, thanks, Mark. Just hold the fort down here while I’m gone.”
“Okay boss. I’ll keep you up to date on Morrison.”
Damon turned back to the window and smiled. He was pleased to know Mark had found the books discerning and that he didn’t get a good vibe from Mr. Morrison. It meant his friend and trusted advisor had good instincts.
As for Kim, he couldn’t quite figure out if she’d been involved in destroying his uncle’s life but he wasn’t ruling it out either. He wouldn’t have thought her capable of such actions but then again, he also didn’t think she was the type to string a guy along before getting engaged to another man. Shows how blinded he was by his feelings for her. He hadn’t even seen it coming.
Seemed the only person Kim was quite close to her was her friend and business partner, Lacey Fulton. Damon smiled as he looked at the picture of Kim, a plan formulating his mind.
Chapter Seven
It was a beautiful day for golf. Kim pulled up to the club house and got out of the car, smiling as she felt the warmth across her face. A young man ran forward as she opened the trunk and assisted with her golf clubs before taking her keys to park the car.
Kim loved golfing and was actually quite good at it. Only she didn’t get to enjoy it as much as she liked. There was never enough time with her busy work schedule and second, Beechside Golf was an exclusive golf club in which you had to be a member to play or be invited by a member, and Kim could not afford the hefty price tag of being a member.
So she usually golfed at a less prestigious golf course just out of town, but she enjoyed Beechside much more. Tyler, the golf pro, had given her some lessons and taken out her out a few times. So she was ecstatic when he called and invited her and Lacey to join him. They’d added Lacey’s fiancé Reilly as their fourth.
After the young man had secured her clubs to a golf cart, Kim strolled into the clubhouse to wait for them. She was a bit early but she’d been excited. It would be a fun day golfing with Tyler, Lacey, and Reilly. Kim walked to the bar and grabbed a seat.
Plus she could really use some fun and relaxation for a change after spending the last three days tense and restless.
She hadn’t seen or heard from Damon since she’d left his condo three days ago. She figured he’d gone back home to Toronto. Which suited her perfectly.
