Warped (The Manipulation Trilogy Book 2)

by Alicia Taylor

  When we get back to the table Damon and Tom are in deep conversation about Damon’s car. I’m not certain, but by the look on Tom’s face I would swear Damon was talking porn to him, he looks so happy. When Lacy moves to sit down next to him, Tom does a double take, and stops talking, completely forgetting what he was saying. The look on his face is priceless. I can see he is seeing her for the first time.

  As I sit down next to Damon he lets out a little chuckle as he turns his head into my neck, kissing below my ear. I turn into his embrace, breathing in his scent, inhaling him.

  I turn my head and look across at Tom, who is in deep conversation with Lacy. They both seem lost in each other, oblivious to everyone else. He says something I can’t hear, and she throws her head back and laughs, her eyes shining at whatever he said. I turn to look at Damon, who is watching the whole thing play out before he turns to me, his lips moving to my ear,

  “You know, I think I do like Tom after all.” I burst out laughing and everyone turns to look at me as I try to control myself.

  “What’s so funny?” Spence asks. I turn to look at him and see he’s looking a bit awkward, realising he is the only one without a girl. I really need to sort that out soon. Spencer needs a lady in his life to put him in his place.

  “Nothing Spence. Everything is good.” Looking around at my friends I realise for the first time in a long time those words are true. I have real friends.

  Life is good.

  ****

  I’m hot. Not from the bodies surrounding me, not from being in an enclosed room packed with people, I’m hot from Damon’s touch. My blood ignites. They’re innocent caresses but I’m desperate for him.

  I’m nestled against his side, his arm slung over my shoulder. He keeps stoking my hair, then softly running a finger down my arm absentmindedly. I squirm each time he does this, but he’s too engrossed in his conversation with Wes and Spence to notice.

  Tom seems to be lost in deep conversation with Lacy and I haven’t heard a thing Sofia has been talking to me about in the last few minutes. My body is out of control. I focus on her again, trying to catch up with what she’s talking about. Sophia pauses, then gives me a knowing smile.

  “I remember that feeling. Wes used to get me so strung out that I couldn’t think about anything else but him.” Her eyes drift towards Wesley. “It’s sometimes the innocent touches that matter the most.” She glances back towards me. “That’s called love, Ella. He can’t help but touch you, and his touch sets you on fire.”

  I blush. She’s wrong. Leona knows far more about Damon than I do, she knows his personal side. I still don’t know about is ex, Abigail. Damon’s obviously telling Leona his personal life for her to know about seeing his ex in the restaurant in the first place.

  I’m going to have to see what I can dig up on this Abigail. I don’t like not knowing everything.

  Leona’s words affect me more than I’ll ever admit. She is closer to Damon in many respects. We have physical chemistry but we don’t have a history. Not one Damon knows about anyway.

  “I think I need to see how well Wes will fare in a game of innocent touches.” She gives me a grin before standing and sauntering over to Wes. She catches his eye and he undresses her with his own blue ones. I look away, feeling the need to fan myself. That look Wes gave Sofia just made me hotter. I turn into Damon’s side, resting my head on his shoulder.

  I press my lips to his neck and he pauses, turns to look at me, and gives me a delicious smile. I swallow as desire bursts inside me, flooding my blood stream. My breath picks up. I’m so fucking hot for him right now.

  I need him.

  Damon notices my reaction this time and his smile turns into a grin. His brown eyes darken as I lick my lips. I just need a taste. I don’t remember ever feeling this needy before. I’m desperate for him.

  Damon brings his lips to mine in an all-consuming kiss. His tongue forcing it’s way past my lips, plunging to dance with mine. I gasp at the desperation in his kiss. It’s hard and passionate. It’s a dominating kiss that has my toes curling but it’s not enough. I have to have more. I grasp his hair and tug, needing him to give me his all. I climb onto his lap, trying to straddle him, completely forgetting where we are.

  “Fuck me. Even I’m getting turned on. Tone it down you two,” Spencer’s mirth filled voice calls out.

  I pull away so fast I almost tumble to the floor. Damon catches me by the waist, bringing me close again. As soon as he has me situated where he wants me, his hands slip around to grasp my arse, squeezing my cheeks firmly.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Damon growls huskily, not paying attention to Spencer’s comment. The animalistic sound has my core flooding, my sex clenching, and my knickers wet.

  “The fucking look in her eyes had me hard, but the kiss,” Spencer whistles to get his point across. “Shit. That was some fucking kiss. I nearly came from how she climbed you.” His laugh has Damon tensing, as if he’s only just realised where we are. Lacy, Tom, Wesley and Sofia laugh at Spencer’s words.

  Damon’s head whips toward his brother, anger radiating from him. I lean into him, pressing my breasts to his chest, bringing my lips to his ear. I slowly run my mouth across his lobe, breathing on him. My hands slip into his hair, my fingers running through the dark locks before gripping it at the roots.

  “I need you,” I whisper. “Now.”

  Catcalls and whistles sound out from our friends. Damon’s hands tighten to the point of pain on my rump. He pants into my neck as he nuzzles me. His burgeoning bulge presses in just the right spot, making me gasp at the feel of his cock pressing into me.

  “My office. Now.”

  I scramble to my feet, not needing to be told twice. I know I look wanton but I couldn’t care less. I need him. My hormones are rocketing around inside, only focusing on my body’s demand for Damon.

  Damon stands in one fluid movement. He rests his hand at the small of my back, guiding me toward the stairs leading up to the skywalk, not saying a word to our table companions.

  I spot Leona’s hateful glare as we near the VIP rails. Her eyes swing to Damon and I see disgust transform her face to hurt. She looks physically sick. I turn my gaze to Damon and take in his aroused state.

  His cocoa coloured eyes are burning into mine, almost shining black in the darkened room. His lips are slightly fuller from our kiss, and his dishevelled hair is a dead giveaway as to what we’re about to do. He looks thoroughly fucked.

  I look back at Leona and smirk. She can see how desperate he is for me, can see that his only focus is me. His hand grazes my arse before he scoops me up into his arms. I let out a squeal, then giggle. “I need to be inside you,” he growls.

  “Bowl Room,” I pant.

  Damon smirks, making my insides clench. Just the thought of him pounding into me as we’re suspended above the crowd makes me moan, but that’s not what I need. Not what I’m craving.

  We reach the Bowl Room in no time. Damon keeps moving and turns me to wrap my legs around his hips, and presses me back against the two way mirrored walls. He lips smash to mine, kissing me deeply, and taking over my mouth. His taste, his smell, his touch have me panting. I clutch his strong shoulders, loving the feel of his body vibrating with desperate need.

  “Damon… stop,” I say breathily. Even I don’t believe my plea.

  He doesn’t stop. I whimper as his lips travel down my neck, licking, nipping, sucking. When he reaches the hollow of my throat his tongue ravishes me, tasting me at the pulse point. Damon proves again and again what he can do to me. He commands my body and I comply.

  “Fuck, beauty. I could burst the seam in my trousers I’m so fucking hard.” My mouth waters at his words.

  I don’t know how I ever believed I could control this man with sex. He dominates my body, takes over my senses. I’m pliant in his hands.

  I need to know I can still control him with passion.

  I drop my hands to his chest, pushing slightly to let him k
now I want him to let me down. He looks puzzled as he helps steady me on my feet. I turn him slightly so he’ll be able to see the masses of people surrounding us from below, and drop to my knees.

  I need to taste him. My sexual need for Damon is at an all-time high. I don’t feel in control of my body at all, and I need Damon to feel the same.

  I tug at his belt, unbutton and unzip his trousers before tugging them down over his hips. His cock springs free, swollen and weepy. I dart my tongue out to lap up the pre-come leaking from the tip, moaning at his flavour.

  He lets out a groan, fisting my hair tightly. I smile, knowing he’s still in control. Just one lick and he’s ready to ram into my mouth, to plunge and take his pleasure from me. I won’t let him. I pull back until his hold loosens, then I wrap my lips around the mushroom head. I add gentle suction as I cup his balls and roll them.

  “Ella,” Damon growls, “Suck me hard, beauty.” I do. “Yes… like that… fuck,” he pants. His hips trust forward, pushing his cock deeper in my mouth. I look up at him and find him watching me; his burning gaze lets me see his slip in control. His head falls back, his mouth is slack, and his neck is bulging.

  I take advantage, gripping his thighs and holding him to me, stripping him of his control. I take him deep to the back of my throat and swallow around him.

  “Ella,” he gasps.

  I release him to lick and kiss my way down his shaft before fisting his steely cock with my hand. I move my hand up and down, adding a twist to increase his pleasure. I kiss his ball sac then suckle it.

  “I’m gonna come, beauty… oh fuck… put me in your mouth. Suck me.”

  Movement at the corner of my eye alerts me that we’re not alone. Leona is standing past the threshold of the door. She looks beyond hurt. I smile at her, glad she’s hurting.

  I suck Damon back into my mouth then moan his name, knowing it will send him into a frenzy. His hands fly to my hair. He gathers it into a fist and tugs.

  “I’m gonna come, beauty. Take it. Take it all.” Damon growls.

  I take him all the way in, feeling him swell and throb against my tongue. I moan, feeling his orgasm nearing as he groans and growls, and tugs sharply at my hair. He holds my head steady, filling my throat with his size. His cock hits the back of my throat and I gag, squeezing my eyes shut as tears fill them from retching around him.

  “I love you. I love you so fucking much, Ella,” he finishes with a long drawn out groan.

  His hot seed hits the back of my throat, making me swallow. Damon rocks his hips in a gentle sway into my mouth, drawing out his orgasm.

  I lick and suck him clean, drinking in every drop of him. Damon pants above me as I tuck him away. Standing, I give him a quick kiss. He tries to deepen it but I pull away, looking over his shoulder, seeing Leona’s back disappearing back down the skywalk.

  Victory is seeping through my body, overwhelming my senses. I thought that blow job was for my benefit but now I realise Leona’s words burned me more than I knew. I needed to stake my claim on him and I needed her to see how much Damon wants me. Not her – me.

  The smile on my face stays there all night. Even after realising Leona has left the building.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  JUNE 19TH 2014

  I wake up from what can only be described as an erotic dream. A very erotic dream. I’m horny and my stupid hormones are on overdrive. All I want to do is climb up Damon's body every chance I get.

  Then it hits me. Today is my twenty second birthday. It’s a day I don’t much like celebrating because there isn’t anyone to celebrate with. It’s a day I usually like to spend curled up under the covers and sleeping the day away.

  Today is different though because I have my little jellybean. I have a future I can look forward to. I’m still not sure what’s going to happen but I know every day that passes is a day closer to meeting her. I can’t be sure the baby is a she, but I have a feeling.

  Stretching, I smile and climb out of bed. I catch my reflection in the mirror and I can’t help running my hand over my stomach. It’s mostly still flat, but I can feel the little lump that’s starting to form. I have to tell Damon soon. He needs to know but I can’t tell him yet, as telling him will only burst the little bubble I am in at the moment, and I don’t want to do that.

  Sliding on my slippers and a dressing gown I make my way downstairs to get something for breakfast. I feel okay today so some toast will help keep the sickness away. As I’m walking down the stairs the doorbell rings. Hurrying to open it, I’m surprised when there is a flower delivery guy standing there with the most extravagant bunch of flowers I have ever seen. I’m stunned at their beauty. Thanking the delivery guy, I shut the door and open the card

  Happy 22nd Birthday Ella

  Have a great day

  Love Tom xxx

  Smiling to myself I turn and stop short when I see Damon standing in front of me frowning. His body is coiled tightly, tense with what I would guess to be jealousy.

  “They’re from Tom.” I realise my answer hasn’t made him frown less and I have to explain it to him.

  “It’s not what you think. We’re not... It’s my birthday.” Damon actually has the decency to look ashamed. He rushes towards me and pulls me into a hug but his body is still taut with stress.

  “Ella, I’m sorry. I can’t believe I forgot.” I frown at his reply. How could he forget? He didn’t even know. Damon must have noticed the confusion on my face. I’m about to ask him what he meant when he speaks.

  “I mean I didn’t know. I didn’t forget, obviously, I didn’t know it was your birthday. What I meant was I forgot to ask when it was. I can’t believe I have nothing planned,” he stammers. He looks torn up over this, which is strange seeing as I wouldn’t have told him my birth date anyway. “Have dinner with me tonight, just the two of us? I can cook you something if you want or I can make reservations. Whatever you want.”

  I smile at him, reaching up to pull his lips down to mine. I press my body up against him, holding the flowers at an awkward angle to my side, and kiss him with all the passion I can.

  When Damon pulls away we are both breathless, panting. It takes me a moment to catch my breath. His kisses ignite my blood and make my legs turn to jelly. My body blazes with arousal. I melt with every kiss, each touch, and my body turns into a fiery inferno of lust. The flowers in my arms suddenly feel so heavy. I walk towards the table and set them down, leaning against a chair while I try to steady myself.

  Turning back around to face Damon, I see he’s in no better state than I. It makes me pleased that I’m having the same effect on him. The smile on my face gives me away as he stalks towards me like I’m his prey. I’m not going to lie, I love it.

  The way he makes me feel is unreal.

  My pulse quickens as he gets closer, his hand reaching for the belt of the dressing gown, pulling it so that it’s loose. He lifts me up so I’m sitting on the table, and he pushes my legs apart to stand between them, lining himself up to me. He pushes the dressing gown off my shoulders so it’s pooled around my waist, and runs his fingers along my arm, right up to my neck. My heart is racing and my lips feel dry. I dart my tongue across my lips to moisten them and Damon’s eyes flick to my mouth and follow the movement of my tongue.

  Damon's hand grips my chin as he lifts my head up. The way he is looking at me is feral. His brown eyes are on fire, and it sends instant bolts of lust between my thighs. I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer, my hormones raging. I feel like I can’t get enough.

  I want him so badly I can’t help the little whimper that escapes my lips.

  “What do you want, Ella?” His voice sounds husky, erotic even. I look up at him, my heart catches. He is an Adonis of a man, complete perfection.

  “You, Damon. I just want you.” Saying the words out loud hit me like lightening as they are probably the most truthful words I have ever spoken to him. I want this man. I want a life with this man, I want to marry him, and I wan
t to be the only woman for him. I want him inside me, and I want his love more than anything I have ever wanted before.

  Damon reaches his hand down between my legs and rips off my knickers. I actually hear the material tear, and he throws them to the side. I expect him to push his fingers in me so I'm surprised when I hear his zipper and then feel the head of his cock at my opening.

  “God you’re so fucking wet, Ella,” he groans.

  I hold my breath in expectation of him entering me but it doesn’t happen. I stare down to where his cock is poised, ready to enter me, and thrust my hips forward hoping to get him in me. He lifts my head again so I'm looking into his eyes. I feel like I am on fire and his words do nothing to dampen the flame.

  “Ella, I love you... but this isn’t going to be gentle. I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name.” With that he pushes into me hard, lifting my ass off the table with the force of his thrusts. My head rolls back as I adjust to the feel of him inside me, my walls expanding and closing around his girth.

  He is possessed, his movements frantic. He feels so good. I’m hanging onto him, my body responding to him like he is my puppeteer, controlling my body. Damon lifts me so he is holding my arse, and my arms are tight around his neck.

  I’m not sure what’s happening but I feel possessed as my body meets him thrust for thrust. It has never felt so good. My ankles grip like a vise around his waist. Even though he is completely filling me, I feel like it isn’t enough. I need more. I need it more, harder, faster and deeper.

  “Fuck, your smell drives me fucking crazy.” I’m too lost in the sensations flooding my body to respond. “I need to taste you, Ella. I need to taste your pussy in my mouth.”

  Pulling out and dropping to his knees, Damon grips my hips and moves me closer. I feel his hot breath on me, sending chills through my overheated core. When I feel his tongue enter my folds I feel like I have been electrocuted. I almost come from the touch of his tongue against my sensitive bundle of nerves, but it isn’t enough. I need more. I need him filling me again.