by Anne, Melody
She couldn’t seem to get words past her throat to either confirm or deny his accusations, but by the smile on his lips, he already knew what she’d say.
“I knew the thought of losing all that precious money would make you more cooperative. You’re no better than those greedy bastards who couldn’t bother to help a widow and her infant child,” he snarled before his hand came up, causing her to visually flinch, though he only gripped the back of her head.
The heat of his breath brushed across her lips sending flames shooting to her core.
Sierra was repulsed at the renewed desire burning inside her. She hated him in that moment, but yet her body still yearned for his touch. She wished she could pull away, but her body wouldn’t obey her mind.
His thumb traced her cheek, softly wiping a single anger filled tear making its way down her face. He brushed over her lip just as her tongue rushed out to moisten it again, the taste of salt from her tear instantly filling her mouth. His eyes dilated as she brought her tongue back inside.
“I’m not going to be used, Damien. You just said I’m nothing but a convenient step to you, yet you want me to turn over and forget all of that,” Sierra said, trying to keep a clear head.
“I said that’s how it started, Sierra. It’s more, much more now. I can’t resist you. I need you – need you more than anything else in this world right now. I…I can’t explain what you’re doing to me. You chase it all away.”
Sierra was falling fast. She knew they were most likely just words, but they were having a strong impact on her.
“You’re crowding me, Damien. I need air,” Sierra said, trying with every last reserve to gain back a semblance of her sanity.
“I could be a whole lot closer, darling.” Bitterness was radiating off of him in waves, and she was torn in half, trying to find the man she’d spent a week with in Australia inside this man who was so angry. She could see him masking the anger in sexual remarks and innuendos, and she didn’t know how to deal with it.
As if to prove his point, he leaned in, his hips pushing against hers, leaving her with no doubt that their argument hadn’t dimmed his desire. The feel of his solid erection pressing into her stomach created an instant response within Sierra.
“Point taken, you can ease back,” she said, but the breathless quality of her tone bellied her words. It was obvious to both of them that she wanted him – needed him – was hungry like a wild animal. Her pheromones were practically screaming out to take her.
Without another word, he closed the gap and took her mouth in a fit of rage, passion, frustration, and something more. It was the something more that had her moaning as her arms wrapped around his neck.
Chapter Twenty-One
Damien pulled back as he tried to regain control over his body. He was frustrated. He’d just told her everything of his past, something he’d never shared. He was angry at his mother, his relatives, the pain he’d gone through. He didn’t know any other way to reign in the pain other than by taking control. He had to get control, needed it more than he needed air. He had to push away the vulnerability.
As he pushed her, he noticed the flush to her skin, that her eyes were dilated. She wanted him and he had to take her, had to push away the past.
As he focused on desire, he was able to push the ill feelings away, forget about the Anderson’s and revenge. Everything in him pushed him to move forward, claim her as his own and ease the pain inside.
With reckless abandonment, he swooped down and captured her lips, holding nothing back as his tongue filled her mouth, taking immediate advantage of her gaped lips to dip inside, taste her softness, ease his desire.
The flames of his desire stoked out of control, soon reaching the point of no return. His right hand gripped the back of her head, holding her tightly against him, though she gave no effort of struggling, nor a sign of even wanting to.
His other hand moved from the couch, wrapping around her hip, his fingers caressing the tight plumpness of her curvy ass, pulling her tighter against his throbbing erection, making his intentions extremely clear.
Her hands were wrapped around his shoulders, tugging him closer to her, her mouth opened wide, inviting him inside. His movements became frantic as his need for her couldn’t get any greater. He couldn’t wait. He needed to bury himself within her. Even though he’d already taken her only a few hours earlier, he’d dreamed of her for two weeks, his body aching, day and night. Sierra’s responses mirrored his insatiable hunger.
With a groan from deep within, he tried to ease back, his mouth biting the skin on her neck and then sucking softly to soothe the intensity, ravishing each part of her. Damien’s heart accelerated at the soft moan escaping her swollen lips. Her arms clung to him, refusing his attempt to try to slow their eagerness. She wouldn’t allow him to stop. At this point, he couldn’t stop. He had to finish.
The sensations of her fingers boldly moving through his hair, parting the strands as her nails dug into his scalp, was driving him insane. He licked the pulse on her neck, felt the strong beat against his tongue as he inhaled her scent of vanilla and spice, something he’d forever associate with her.
An almost primal growl escaped his throat as he continued moving downward, his lips tasting the slight vee between her breasts. He leaned back far enough to undo her shirt. When he saw the many buttons, he knew he’d never have the patience to undo them all.
“I’ll replace this,” he said, his voice ragged, barely recognizable.
He quickly gripped each side of her blouse, and with the smallest effort, her shirt ripped open, the tinkling sound of buttons filled the air as they ricocheted off the table and walls. Her eyes widened in sheer craving.
If anything, the aggressive ripping of her shirt seemed to send her to another level of desire. She reached for him, trying to draw his head back to hers, but he wanted to kiss her exposed breasts, barely concealed by the lacey peach bra.
He moved his head to her peaked nipple, jutting through the fabric, begging for his attention. With his mouth opened wide, he took her nipple into his mouth – bra and all – sucking it deep, her nipple on the other side of the lace.
“Yes, more!” Sierra cried out, her hands changing direction and gripping the back of his head, pulling his face into her ample breasts.
Her words fueled him on. He sucked harder on her swollen peak, wetting the delicate fabric of her bra, showing him the dark outline of her dusky pink nipples.
His hands trailed up her back, quickly unhooking the latch of her bra. He wanted to taste her skin. He lifted his head only long enough to toss the delicate garment across the room, then his head descended again, this time, to her other breast, immediately devouring it.
Her whimpers of delight and need intensified his already maxed out desire, giving him the strength to satisfy her before plunging forward and taking care of his own needs.
With an ardent touch, his hand moved downward, skillfully unclasping her pants, and pulling them to the floor. As much as he wanted to behold the exquisite display of Sierra’s body in her satin panties, he wanted her naked and wet beneath him even more.
In one swift movement, he slipped off her panties, leaving her bare, vulnerable and glorious before him. His firm staff was dripping its clear fluid in anticipation, no longer able to keep it at bay. His hand paused before gliding smoothly against her silky skin, worshipping the beauty of her incredible body – soft and supple, yet firm and tight all at once. She was perfect in every single way, perfectly made for him to make love to – over, and over, and over... a perfect fit.
He dropped to his knees in front of her. Before she could utter a single protest, he kissed the top of her thigh, his tongue swirling across the quivering flesh.
“Damien…” she moaned and took a sharp inhale of breath, her legs trembling, barely holding her up.
He lifted her, setting her on the back of the couch, leaving her to balance herself as he quickly spread her thighs, her hot pink core perfectly position
ed for him.
His mouth again descended, this time for an intimate kiss right at the heart of her. With a guttural growl of possession, he opened his mouth, licking with his tongue up the folds of her most sacred area. She cried out, encouraging him to continue. Damien noticed her soft skin change underneath his hands, with goose bumps surfacing everywhere, and he quickly glanced at her face, relishing in her expression of ecstasy.
Her incredible smell, taste, and heat – it was all too much. He ran his tongue across her hot pink folds, following them to the soft hood of her womanhood where he sucked her swollen pink pearl into his mouth.
With a cry of pain and pleasure, he felt Sierra shatter around him. Her body shook as wave after wave of pleasure filled her and released, again and again. With new tenderness, he sucked her flesh in and out of his mouth, drawing each cry from her, as he reveled in pleasing her.
When the last of her shudders died down, he rose on unsteady legs. He quickly discarded his clothes and protected himself, then looked into her half-closed eyes. She appeared sated, and half-awake.
He’d fix that.
With a quick movement, he pulled her from the couch and pressed his mouth back against hers.
“No, you were just kissing me…” He cut her off. She was protesting him kissing her so intimately, then kissing her lips. Tough. The thought was sending him over the edge of sanity.
“You need to taste how sexy you are. It’s all I can do to not lose it–”
Her struggles ceased, and he felt her body coming back to life as his hands tugged against her hips, pulling her tightly against his manhood.
He reached down between them, inserting his fingers inside her, feeling the renewed moistness in her core, the heat practically scorching him.
She was ready, and he couldn’t wait any longer.
He kissed her once more before pulling back and turning her around. He pushed his throbbing erection against the softness of her ass as his hand ran up her flat stomach, then gripped her soft breasts. Taking her hard nipples between his thumb and finger, he gently twisted them, tugging on the pink flesh.
“I need you,” she cried as he leaned forward and gently nipped the skin on her neck.
“Yes, now,” he agreed as he stepped forward, pushing her body over the back of the couch so her lush behind was sticking up in the air for him. With his knees, he spread her legs apart, exposing her hot pink core to him, enough to make him let it all go at just the sight.
He took a moment to fully appreciate the beauty before him, the milky white skin, with splotches of red where his mouth had tasted her, the incredible curves in every place that was meant to turn a man on. She was exquisite – and she was his.
With no more ability to wait, he guided his throbbing erection to her opening, watching as the head slid inside her, the angle of her body allowing him to see it disappear in her heat.
“Yes, more!” she demanded eagerly.
He gave her what she asked for.
With speed, he thrust all the way inside her opening, wrapping his arms fully around her, his fingers caressing her stomach, hips, breasts, and neck as he thrust his hips forward, again and again.
He lost track of who’s moans were filling the air – his, hers – he didn’t know. He just knew the pleasure was unending, the feel of her gripping his rod was unbelievable. He could make love to her all night long.
When he felt her start to shake around him, his movement accelerated. He knew she was close, her body getting wetter, her walls tightening around him, making movement more difficult.
With a cry of pleasure, she started shaking, her heat gripping him repeatedly as he continued pumping inside her. He thrust faster, harder, drawing out her pleasure, her cries of ecstasy going on and on. When he finally shot his release, all energy left his body at the same time, leaving him completely drained, unable to stand.
He continued pumping inside her, her pulses drawing out every last ounce of his own pleasure, gripping him, squeezing him dry.
With a final thrust, he released the last of his orgasm, then slumped against her, pushing her body into the hard back of the couch.
It didn’t take long for her to squirm beneath him. Too tired to fight with her any further that night, he lifted her in his arms, and moved to the front of the couch. Relief flooded him, when she relinquished herself and allowed him to set her down.
He’d think about what he was doing later. Right then, he wanted to enjoy the extreme pleasure his body felt, and just relax, with Sierra laying right next to him. Both fell asleep, still buzzing from the incredibly intimate coupling.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sierra was trapped. She couldn’t move and panic filled her as she cringed. What was her father going to do now? She hadn’t done anything. She could handle the pain if she knew it was coming, but when it came out of the blue, she wasn’t prepared.
She began struggling, trying to get away. She knew it wouldn’t do any good, but she had to try. She couldn’t just give up and take the beating. She didn’t deserve it – she’d been good. She did everything he asked of her.
“Sierra, stop. Ouch! What the hell?”
The deep voice sent her panic over the edge as she kicked her trapped legs, moved her shoulders, struggled to free herself.
“Please, I haven’t done anything. Please, no more. It hurts. I can’t…” Sierra sobbed, knowing her punishment would be worse, but in her sleepy delirium she couldn’t stop herself. She just didn’t want to be hurt.
She sobbed as her body grew weaker. She couldn’t get away. He’d really hurt her now. She shouldn’t have struggled.
“Sierra, wake up, you have to wake up. It’s me – Damien.”
Sierra tried to open her eyes, tried to rise from the nightmare, but panic was still clogging her, still keeping her under its spell. She was still trapped.
“Please…” she begged in one final attempt.
“Sierra, it’s me,” the voice said. It didn’t fit, it was too gentle, too caring. That couldn’t be her father. Hazily, Sierra pulled herself from her half-sleeping state and cracked her eyes open.
Damien was warily watching her, the lamp beside his bed casting a glow across his face, showing the concern radiating from his eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she automatically replied with tightness in her voice.
“My groin begs to differ. You have one hell of a good knee,” he said with a slight grimace. It took Sierra a moment to figure out what he was saying, and then it dawned on her.
“I’m so sorry,” she gasped.
He was leaning over her, supporting his weight on his elbow, the blanket ridding low on his hip. When she looked down and noticed her chest fully exposed to his view, she quickly reached for the blanket, trying to tug it from underneath their bodies.
Damien gave her breasts a leisurely look before shifting and allowing her to pull the blanket clear up to her chin. She didn’t know how she’d ended up in his bed. The last thing she recalled was lying down on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate and a movie playing.
“I carried you upstairs. You fell asleep before the opening credits even started,” he said. It was unnerving how he always seemed to guess what she was thinking.
After they’d finished having sex, they’d fallen asleep on the couch, only for him to wake her a couple hours later with a second round, even better than the first. When she’d gotten up and tried to grab her clothes, Damien had scooped her into his arms, saying he liked her naked.
He’d then re-deposited her on the couch with a blanket, before going to the kitchen to make her hot cocoa. She’d been so comfortable she hadn’t put up too much protest.
“I need to get some water,” she told him, hoping he’d be a gentleman and turn away.
“I’ll get it for you,” he offered as he started to move.
“I need to use the bathroom, too,” she said, her face immediately turning red.
“Need me to carry you
?”
“No!” She felt her face go from red to burgundy. He started laughing, then flipped over on his back. As she tugged one of the blankets the rest of the way loose, her eyes glanced down and she couldn’t help but notice the impressive tent his body was making of the sheet barely covering him.
Her eyes shot back to his face and his satisfied expression. How could he even think about sex after the extreme rounds they’d had not long ago.
“Don’t take too long,” he said with lazy indulgence.
She scooted from the bed and made a beeline for the bathroom, stopping at the sink and splashing cold water on her face to wash away the last of the terror still making her heart pound. She must have been tangled up between Damien and the blankets.
“You’re okay,” she promised herself in the mirror. Her heart finally slowed down as she took a long drink of cool water and gave herself a few moments to talk herself down.
She emerged from the bathroom, not sure what she should do next. She didn’t think it a wise idea to climb back into Damien’s bed, letting him think she was planning on jumping full on into the affair.
Her mind mocked her. She hadn’t refused him yet, so what was the difference. She glanced to the bed and let out a relieved breath when she noticed he wasn’t there anymore. She could sneak from the room and find a guest bedroom. With the size of his house he had to have at least three or four of them.
“I brought a snack and wine,” Damien said as she reached the door only to run into him. “Where are you going?” he finished as his eyes narrowed.
“I…well…” she stumbled, feeling frustrated with herself. Just say it! “I’m going to another room,” she finished stubbornly.
“No.” He didn’t elaborate as he placed his hand on her back and led her to his bed. She glared at him when he gave her a soft push and she landed on the bed on her behind.
