He frowned at her with a piercing stare. “I told you I wasn’t done with you.”
She looked away from his powerful gaze. He’d been telling the truth, it had been her own insecurities plaguing her with doubt the whole time. “I wasn’t sure if you actually meant it.”
Damian brushed his lips over her cheekbone. “I don’t ever want to see you cry again. It bothers the fuck out of me, I hate that I made you cry.”
Embarrassed he’d been able to witness her tears, Haley hoped they could gloss over the subject. His warm lips were so inviting. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” He crashed his mouth into hers with the intensity she craved. “I can’t fucking sleep without you, it’s ridiculous.”
Before she knew what was happening, his hot mouth moved down her body, between her breasts and against her stomach. Damian lowered to his knees, lifting the hem of her short dress, and desperately gripped the silk underneath. She gasped in shock as he easily tore her panties, ripping the fabric away from her, and they fell to the floor. With his hands on her naked hips, he ducked under her flowy skirt, burying his face in the wet flesh.
His beard tickled her inner thighs as he fiercely pressed his tongue into her, exploring all over. Her knees buckled, and Damian held her up with powerful hands, firmly gripping her hips. He licked her in long, thirsty strokes, feasting heavily on her pussy while she slid her fingers through his thicker hair.
Overwhelmed, Haley couldn’t take his torments anymore, she needed to feel all of him inside of her, filling her deeply like she’d been hopelessly coveting.
“Please…Fuck me…”
Damian stood and dropped his hands to his belt, wrenching the strap loose. Dazed and furiously biting her heavy lower lip, she stared down at his hands. With a smirk, he unbuttoned his jeans, jerking the zipper down, and reached into his boxers. He palmed his cock, pulling it free. The head was dark red and already dripping. He stroked it.
Her mouth fell open at Damian rubbing his own erection. The tip of his thick member looked almost angry, slick and pulsing, straining in his grip. “Ugh…my cock is hurting for you, Haley. I need to be inside you.”
“I want it.” She stared down at his swollen organ.
“Here?”
Haley cast her gaze up to his eyes, finding them heavy with lust and almost black in color. “Yes, right now.” They weren’t likely to get caught in the dark stairwell at such a late hour.
“Good girl.” He moved his hands under her dress and roughly took hold of her hips, lifting her up. His sinfully engorged cock found her center as she swung her legs around him, and he thrust into her with vicious force.
Her soft cry echoed all around them.
Damian slammed into her again. “You’re mine.”
Haley nodded, unable to think. Chills ran through her as he let it slide out, only to roughly pound it back in, slamming her hips into the wall with every thrust.
“Your pussy belongs to me.” His voice was desperate, and she shivered at his smoldering breath in her ear.
“Yes.” She matched his desperation, moaning loudly.
“Say it.” He panted against her, continuing his harsh thrusts.
Haley could barely breathe. “My pussy belongs to you, Damian.” She gasped for air, and he fucked her even harder at her statement, intensely gripping her naked ass.
“I’m coming.” She exhaled the words over his tensed shoulder, her voice full of pleasure.
Damian released along with her, tenderly kissing her lips as he rode out his long climax. Haley moved her hands to his bearded face, caressing him as he teased her with his tongue, and Damian slowly pulled out of her, setting her down.
Her body was numb all over, and she leaned against the wall for support.
Damian zipped his jeans. “I shouldn’t have been so rough with you.” He dragged a hand through his dark hair in concern.
Waiting for her pulse to slow down, Haley snatched her destroyed panties from the ground, and tossed them in a nearby wastebasket. As she worked to steady her breath, Damian lowered his head, glancing up at her.
“That was very, um”—her voice sounded distant to her own ears—“intensely satisfying.” Her lips spread into an easy smile for him.
His muscles relaxed. “Come home with me.”
Haley admired the man in front of her. He looked beaten down and weary. He needed rest. “When?”
“Now.”
“You want to…go to Seattle, right now?”
“I want you in my bed. For a fucking week. At least. Can you take a week off from work?”
Haley couldn’t help but give a small smile. “But, I just took a week off…” She didn’t even know why she was questioning it. A week in his bed sounded like an absolute dream.
“Take another one.” He shrugged a shoulder, pushing his hands into his pockets.
She sighed deeply against the wall. “I’ll need to tell my uncle.”
“OK.” He nodded, shifting his gaze.
“Maybe I shouldn’t go back up there.” She slipped a hand into her tangled hair. Damian’s cum still trickled down her inner thighs, mingled with her own. She was sure she looked like she’d just been royally fucked.
“Why not?” A slow smile spread across his face.
Haley tried to hide what his grin was doing to her, flitting her gaze away from his knowing expression. “I’ll just send him an e-mail like I did last time.”
Damian clicked his tongue. “You’re a bad accountant, Haley Hawthorne.”
She broke into a smile. “I’m not going up there like this.”
He leaned in to kiss her, and Haley was taken in by his velvety-soft lips and tongue. His palm found its way down to her backside, gripping it and pulling her into the rock-hard bulge below his belt. “Ready to go?”
“Yes.” Haley breathed her reply into his parted lips. I hope he fucks me on the plane.
A smile crossed Damian’s face. “Is that something you’d be willing to do?” Haley stared up at him as the blush ran deep into her cheeks. He grinned widely. “I’m glad to know I can still hear all your naughty little thoughts.”
She pushed at his chest. “You promised you wouldn’t.”
“I’m not listening on purpose.”
She let herself shed her embarrassment, silently vowing to keep a better guard on her thoughts from now on.
“I haven’t heard any of your thoughts in a really long time.”
“That’s a good thing.” His soft reply brought her to meet his gaze for a moment, confused by the darkness she saw there.
“Will you try to block them out?” She pulled him out of his train of thought. “My chatty thoughts.”
Damian nodded. “I’ll work on it.” He reached into his pocket for something. “I like the things I hear in your head, though. Now I kind of wish we were taking a plane home.”
Smiling, she bit her thumbnail for a moment, and peered down at the flash of gold in his palm. He ran his thumb over the thick golden coin, creating a glow on the small object. “This way is faster.”
Haley felt a shock of anxiety at what he was holding, sickened by surfacing memories. “A Drakpiece.”
Damian eyed her as her comfort level plummeted. “You’ve seen it before?”
She nodded solemnly, trying to suppress the dark thoughts surrounding that little gold piece. Ultimately, she’d been set free by it, and that was something she could cling to. “I used one of those to get home.”
“When you escaped? How did you get it?”
“Oh…” With her voice stifled low in her throat, she avoided the harsh, gripping memories. “Well, I…I sort of stole it, I guess.”
“From who?” His brows pulled together in concern. “One of the Drak?”
Haley’s entire body crawled with memories of the disgusting thing she’d murdered for that coin. Her shoulders came up to a shrug. “I think so. I don’t know.” She looked away, hoping he would let the subject drop.
“
What did he look like?”
“I don’t remember,” she lied in a choppy voice, working to shut out the vivid image of the monster looming in her head.
Damian gave her a patient look. “I’m pushing because it’s important, Haley. The Drak are vengeance-oriented creatures. If they feel they’ve been wronged, they will never let it rest. I need to know if you pissed one of them off.”
Her teeth clenched at the gruesome images flooding her head. “I killed one of them.” She gripped her elbows.
The news struck him by surprise, and he stood momentarily stunned.
“Nobody saw me.” She tried to suppress the rising panic in her throat. “I mean, one person did.” Her voice had gone down to a mumble, cold as she relived the horror inside her head. “But she… I don’t think she survived.” Haley wouldn’t look him in the eye.
Damian watched her face as she struggled with her past, slipping the Drakpiece back in his pocket. She crossed her forearms awkwardly in front of herself, and he took hold of her, enveloping her entirely. Her stiff posture began to soften in his strong arms. “Let me in. Show me what happened.”
She clung to him, drawing power from his firm stance. “I don’t want you to see.” A tiny sob broke from her, and Damian tightened his grasp.
“I can’t protect you if I don’t know any details.”
Though she dreaded the thought of Damian witnessing the buried horrors in her mind, he was right, and she felt more secure knowing he’d taken on the role of her protector. Haley braced herself for the memory. “All right.”
He moved into her anxious mind, prowling to find the memory of her escape.
Haley relaxed against him a little. It was a strange feeling to have his strong, commanding presence inside her head again, easily overpowering her thoughts and sifting through memories.
All at once she was in Hell again, bare-naked and bloodied, reeking of death. She’d just climbed her way out of the rolling pit of dead bodies. The black clouds in the darkly red sky above began raining drops of incandescent fire all around her. She hurried into the doorway of a heavy stone structure nearby. Brushing the singing flame from her skin, her gaze darted around the dark chamber, empty except for a naked girl chained to the floor. There was nowhere to hide.
The girl looked up at her with pain-stricken features. Her entire body was covered in open lacerations, similar to Haley’s own injuries. They’d both been severely whipped and beaten.
“Hi.” Haley searched the girl’s despondent face, catching her gaze for a moment, struck by her deep brown eyes. They were fiery with hate.
“Killclaw!”
Rattled with fear at the girl’s piercing shout, Haley spun around. A monster filled the entire doorway, his leathery skin still burning from the falling flames outside the chamber, but he didn’t seem to notice. Boils covered most of his head and neck, some of them seeping liquid.
He gave her a fat smile. “A runaway.” A thin mist of black smoke drifted out of his mouth as he spoke, and a sadistic laugh burst from him, creating a small blaze of fire. Haley rushed forward, and he snatched her up. “Raden’s brand. You’ll bring a plentiful reward.” She seared her magical heat into his scaly skin, twisting madly to escape his firm clutches, but he didn’t flinch. He slammed her down on the hard charcoal ground, and beckoned to the girl. “Lazarra.”
“Yes, Killclaw.” She obediently rose to her knees, bowing her head to the creature.
He stomped his booted feet into place just next to Haley’s head, keeping her thick hair underfoot, successfully pinning her to the ground. “Fist her cunt. All the way to your elbow, I want to see blood.”
The girl snapped into action, throwing Haley’s legs apart and jutting her hand into the soft flesh between them. Haley screamed at the sharp pain. Her womanly area had been abused and well whipped by her captors, and the girl’s small hand was barbarously forceful against her injured parts as she shoved it further inside. Her screams melted into sobbing cries as she tried to wrench her hips away from the rough assault.
Lazarra used her other hand to pinch Haley’s nipple in punishment, wringing it angrily. Haley caught her wrist and desperately called on her powers, blackening the girl’s skin with a glowing blaze.
The creature above her kicked her hard in the face, bringing bursts of light in front of her eyes. He took down his breeches, kneeling over her, and pushed his diseased cock into her mouth. She began dry heaving around it in revulsion and clamped her teeth down as savagely as she could, jerking her head sideways to tear his sex organ almost completely off.
Lazarra rushed to the creature’s aid as Haley retched blood on the ground. Killclaw tumbled over, holding himself as his penis dangled by a thin scrap of skin.
Haley scanned the doubled over monster, eyeing the sword handle at his belt. Powered by blind adrenaline, she darted to his side, unsheathing the weapon and thrusting it smoothly into his throat. The inky black liquid bleeding from his wound caught fire when he tried to scream. Lazarra jumped back from him as the flames engulfed his face. She retreated to the corner of the chamber, watching her master burn to death with a curious expression.
Still holding the sword, Haley checked his satchel as he thrashed around and found only a handful of assorted coins, having no idea of their worth. Drakpiece. Lazarra’s thoughts resonated loudly behind her, sending a chill through her. She turned around to find the bloodied girl stalking toward her. The dark thoughts in her mind were settled on the piece of gold in Haley’s palm. I will get that Drakpiece. I’ll teleport away from here with her cold, severed arm still clutching it.
Unable to take a moment to think about her actions, Haley lifted the dripping sword and drove it through the girl’s stomach. Lazarra took rhythmic, gurgling gasps.
A heavy lump grew in her throat, and Haley let go of the sword impaling the girl. With tear-flooded eyes, she focused on the gold in her hand.
“How do I use it?” She searched Lazarra’s thoughts for the answer, finding only panic at her imminently approaching death.
“You. Twatsucking. Cow.” Lazarra worked to pull the sword free from her body. I WILL get that piece!
As the girl wrestled against the firmly planted blade, losing hope she’d get her victory, a clear image formed in her head of a man, rolling his thumb across the Drakpiece, bringing about a golden shimmer in his palm before he disappeared completely in a blur of light.
Haley opened her hand and ran her thumb over the gold piece. As the light burst to life, she streamlined all her mind power to focus on the picture of a building in her head. Sticky blood ran down her inner thigh. She needed medical attention. Home was not enough. She would have to see the Healers. Adversus headquarters. She repeated the location in her thoughts.
Lazarra lunged forward, despite the thick weapon lodged deeply in her gut.
A moment later, Haley stumbled through the doors of the building in Seattle. The coin had disappeared from her hand. She felt entirely surreal under the bright florescent lights.
Damian held her closely. “I’ll find out what I can about her.” She rested her face against his warm chest. “I’m sorry you had to go through that, baby.”
His overly soft voice sent a fluttering tingle through her, pulling the corners of her mouth into a little smile. “I have my freedom now, that’s all that matters.” She brushed her tears aside.
“You were right. It’s possible they don’t know you killed him.” His tone had a frightening edge, and he slid his fingers through her hair with a shaking hand. “I hope they do.” Her eyes sparked at the intensity in his low voice. “I need revenge for what was done to you.”
Haley swallowed, somehow fearful of the way his tone had dropped to an almost inhuman growl. She settled her hastening pulse. “Where did you get this Drakpiece from?”
“The Order has some kind of a deal with them, I guess.” Damian paused with a long, low sigh. He retrieved it from his pocket and slid his thumb along the coin. “It takes paperwork to bring supern
atural weapons on a plane. They give us these for transportation sometimes.”
“You’re carrying a weapon right now?”
Damian nodded, shifting his gaze. She pursed her lips at the tingle through her clit.
“What?”
“Oh.” Catching his close stare, her face grew hot, and she lowered her voice. “I’m just, well…the idea of you with a weapon…just gets me a little wet.”
His lips fell apart as his expression hardened into one of carnal lust. “I want you in my bed. Now.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
A flash of light engulfed them. Haley could focus only on his hands, all over her breasts, groping them while his teeth dragged along her sensitive neck. The soft lighting in his bedroom seemed to envelop her with warmth.
Damian took off her dress, slipping it down to the floor. She stood naked in front of him wearing just her pale pink heels, and he carried her to his bed. Haley fell into the luxurious down comforter and found her legs automatically spreading. He stared at her between her spread thighs and wrenched off his shirt, shedding the rest of his clothes with jerking movements.
His hands were shaking with shackled intensity as he took her hips and lifted her on top of him, her knees falling just above his shoulders.
Haley gasped as her thighs straddled his face. But…I haven’t cleaned up yet. With widened eyes, feeling lusciously dirty, she watched his mouth find her tender pussy. He raked his tongue through it. Her high heels dug into her backside as his strong grip held her against him until she practically smothered him with her aching sex.
“Oh…fuck,” she breathed, intently focusing her gaze downward as his coarsely bearded face tormented her. Her palms clasped the headboard when she felt his teeth, biting at the juicy flesh. Her hips rode his face, every nerve waking at his scratchy beard along her soft skin. She pressed herself onto his voracious mouth, panting heavily above him.
Damian groaned against her, bringing one hand to his own cock.
Haley whimpered as his magical tongue slid upward, and he violated her with it. Holy fuck I’m so close. She could feel it inside her, tasting her, and her mind drifted into euphoria.
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