She smiled at Ryan, who still lingered at her side. “Thanks Ryan, but I’m done with my drink and need to get back. I’m happy we got to speak.”
“Me too,” he said, viewing her solemnly. “You should have my number. Any time you need to sound off some more, give me a call, could both talk about our man troubles.”
Hanna laughed, shaking her head humorously as she took his offered numbers. Ryan went back to work and Hanna paid for her drink before returning to her suite.
*
Hanna was relieved that the meeting with the President of Gateman Corp took only two hours. Once they were through, they were driving back to the hotel.
“You must be hungry,” Damian said. “Would you like us to stop for dinner?”
Hanna didn’t like the idea of anything fancy. She wasn’t really in the mood for fine dining or whatever. “Maybe if we found a local diner or something?”
To her surprise, Damian agreed, and drove to a local spot. They walked into the cosy eatery and once seated a waitress appeared to take their order.
Hanna noticed a local band setting up as they waited for their meal. They started playing and she found herself enjoying the show. For once, she could take her mind off the disturbing presence of the man seated beside her. At least, until he reached out and placed a hand over hers.
“Still not ready to talk?” he asked, and Hanna found it impossible to meet his eyes.
If she looked at him, she would remember. Would see in her mind’s eye the way he’d made her spread wide for him, so he could spear her with his skilful tongue. And how he’d stretched her lips wide with his girth, both above and below. Sex had never felt like that. Not with Chet or anyone. And Chet was the only man she’d been with for years. But she’d slipped so easily into succumbing to Damian’s sensual mastery. Her senses….blown. Looking at him or talking about it would make it seem real – and she so much wished it was just part of a fevered fantasy. She wasn’t ready for the reality that she wanted Damian – wanted him to take her again, and again. Till she was numb from the feel of his cock ramming her to the deepest neck of her needy sheathe.
Hanna kept her gaze on the crowd, the band, and anything else that would keep her from meeting Damian’s gaze.
Watching the band play and listening to the uplifting folk music made her think of how she’d planned to be in London with Chet by now, enjoying the music festival.
“What are you thinking about?” Damian asked, as if reading her mind, hand still on hers.
“I’m not sure. All I can think about is how I would have been with Chet right now. Chet only ever treated me with respect and love. Why would I ever trade that in for you?”
She saw his eyes harden but he didn’t relinquish his hand over hers. Loathsome as she was to admit it, his warm clasp felt good against her skin.
“You think by holding on to Chet as an ideal, you can turn off what you feel for me? The way you melted like ice cream on my tongue?” he asked softly, his thumb brushing over the sensitive swell of her inner palm. “Or when you told me you needed me, deep inside you. And I gave it to you just the way you wanted.”
Hanna was burning from her roots to her toes. She snatched her hand away as she drew in a rough breath.
“I guess you should be proud. You were the one able to bring out the animal in me,” she said calmly while inside, her body turned to molten lava. “But there’s only one man I could ever want or love. How does that make you feel?”
He smirked, back to the same arrogant Damian. “Now that you’re free of him, I’m going to show you what it means to have a real man in your life,” he said with a raspy undertone, his face leaning in close enough that Hanna thought he would kiss her. Her nostrils flared, inhaling the sexy enticement of his cologne blended with his delicious personal aroma. Unable to help it, she stared down at his sensuously carved mouth and licked on her lips without thinking.
His eyes darkened to pools of black heat. “I meant everything I said back in the suite, Hanna. I want you. And it extends beyond this trip. You and me. No other men or women. I promise you this,” were his husky words, his thick eyelashes swooping low to hood his gaze which lingered on the dusky centre of her breasts bared by the cleavage of her jacket.
“Promises are the last thing I want from you, Damian Rush,” Hanna said, surprised by the smoky, sultry tone in her voice. What the hell was she doing?
It was like being taken over by a desire that couldn’t be tamed. Lord help her but she wanted to fight it. Was hell-bent on trying to but when she read the blistering passion within Damian’s eyes, she felt like she’d surrendered to a spell.
Around her, the music thrummed and the crowd faded into shadows. Damian’s lips were just a breath from hers. She parted hers slightly, waiting for him to pounce. But before they could kiss, the waitress returned and they drew apart slowly.
Hanna thanked goodness for the dim interior of the eatery, the lights turned down so that focus could be more on the centre stage performance. The smell of warm food reached her nostrils and though she realized she was starving, Hanna felt the urges of a different kind of appetite.
The waitress was gone and Damian still hadn’t looked away from her now heated face. At the apex of her thighs was a constant twitching almost like the ticking of a time bomb. “It’s up to me to decide what you do and do not need,” Damian said, gazed narrowing with almost savage arousal. “And I think you need reminding how possessive I am when it comes to your beautiful body. You’ll be so conformed to the shape and size of my cock, you’d want no one else to take my place.”
Oh, fuck. Hanna squirmed in her seat, hoping there wasn’t a big wet spot beneath her. She yearned for this devil of a man, who’d shown her more real pleasure in one hour than she’d known in the past four years. How incredible was that? What did it even mean?
He had her secret folds seeping with juices. Her body was crying out for a storming release exactly like the ones he’d made her experience. She was sure if he suggested they find a room – any room, she’d follow him so they could be alone and gratify the lusts raging within their system.
I was right – he’s turned me into an animal; obsessed with carnal desires that couldn’t be denied, thought Hanna as she closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.
Is this all there is, this mad, rushing typhoon of physical magnetism?
She didn’t care. It didn’t have to mean anything, not tonight. When she opened her eyes, Hanna found the same level of intense arousal in his gaze as she felt. His breathing seemed slightly harsher, rougher.
“Damian,” Hanna whispered, fists clenching as if to hold back the tidal force of her need.
“Kitten, let’s eat, and I give you my word…you’ll find it hard to feel your legs come morning,” growled Damian, before taking her hand and kissing her knuckles, making her feel branded by his heated lips.
They ate in silence but this time, the tension had a tactile quality to it, like the feel of a whip teasing the spine. Hanna’s every nerve ending tingled in anticipation and neither of them lingered over their food, nor stayed for dessert. It wasn’t long before they were done in the diner and Hanna let him lead her out of the restaurant and back to the car, their movements hurried.
Hanna’s cheeks were flushed, flames rising within her core. As soon as they made it into the car, Damian tugged her head close and kissed her hungrily. His tongue plunged into her mouth and she moaned with agonised pleasure. He tasted incredible. Just like sex. Her hands found their way into his silken dark hair, combing through the locks. Then they slid down beneath his jacket to feel the breadth of him, his torso and abs and then, below his belt where she boldly cupped him.
Now it was his turn to groan in torment, his lips tearing from hers to slide down her throat which he bared by grabbing a handful of her hair at the roots. Hanna felt him suck rawly on the inner curve of her neck and her eyes rolled back in her head, pleasure zipping through her. She squeezed on his hardness, shocked by the
sheer size and girth barely held in by his pants. She still felt dazed that she’d taken all of him just hours earlier. Already, her pussy throbbed in memory of the ultimate way he’d owned her pussy with this cock, taking her to places she’d never seen.
Damian pulled back and she whined out loud, reluctantly slipping her hands from his body. Damian didn’t speak but started up the car, while his free hand grasped one of hers in a strong, possessive grip all through the quick drive back to their hotel.
Hanna was shivering from the way Damian kept his hand on her waist as he guided her back to their suite.
As they got closer and closer, Hanna’s steps began to falter. Her resolve to get taken hard by Damian weakened bit by bit as common sense returned. By the time he was closing the door of his room behind them, she suddenly realized what the hell she was about to do.
“Damian, I…” She spun around, shaking her head waveringly, but was taken by his strong arms, his solid frame like a rock wall while he kept her imprisoned against him.
“Don’t think, just feel me. Feel how much I want you. Need you,” he husked, cupping her face and nibbled on her mouth. His teeth sank into her full bottom lip and they both groaned. His arousal throbbed like something with a life of its own, prodding into her belly. Hanna’s head swum and she almost sobbed with the way she warred within herself. She’d already been foolish once. How could she let this happen again? As good as it felt, it was wrong. Damian didn’t love her; she was simply an object that he’d coveted because she’d belonged to another which made her a challenge he couldn’t resist. And when the novelty wore off, she’d be history – just like the other females in his life.
She longed to scream out loud, Damian no! I can’t do this again. This is crazy!
But she didn’t. Instead, she turned into that sultry she-wolf that knew just what she wanted, and that she wanted it now.
Damian had to feel the same. He pulled her even closer against his body, and dipped his head for a passionate kiss that stole her breath. Hanna ran her hands over him much like she had before, this time lingering over the ripples and muscle-cut dents evident beneath his shirt. Unable to resist, she unbuckled his belt quickly and delved beneath his waistband, feeling for that part of him that hardened impossibly to her touch. His sudden intakes of breath disclosed his appreciation for her zeal. He felt as good as ever, and filled her palm impressively. She stroked the veins on his shaft with her fingertips, then tried to close her fist around him. She caressed him knowingly and was rewarded with his deep groan.
“You’re in dangerous territory, woman.” His eyes blazed into hers and she almost smiled wantonly. There was an edgy rasp of warning in his voice, telling her she was pushing him close to the edge.
But Hanna couldn’t stop. She was touching him and she loved it. In all these months past, he seemed so unattainable, like a perfect sculpture in a gallery that you could only look upon but never hope to get close enough, to trace each classic line with worshiping fingers. Now she had her chance and she was drunk with it. High as a cloud with pleasure just from having him within her grasp.
She didn’t expect what happened next. With a deep growl, Damian seized both her wrists and backed her into the nearby bed. She fell flat on her back, her arms pinned above her and with Damian on top of her. Heavens he was so big, and strong. It would have made her frightened to be immobilized beneath him, her two wrists restrained in his one fist while with the other, he closed gently around her throat, effectively trapping her. She tried to wrestle free, straining against him but knowing she wasn’t strong enough to release herself.
She’d never felt this helpless, and she felt a strange delight to be dominated this way. Hanna realized she liked being at his mercy. What was he going to do to her?
The room was silent. Damian stared down at her with an intensity she’d never seen before. Her stomach plunged and warmth spread from her waist down till it reached her toes. Deep inside her pussy was an aching twinge of longing, and she could feel the way her nipples hardened against the lacy cups of her bra. She felt turned on more than she’d ever been in her life. God, she needed him to touch her, kiss her – stretch her to the limits. Hanna could tell that he was on the very edge of control, his breath thick and fast and his eyes darkened almost black. She didn’t understand what was happening, but it made her pulse race, her lips panting as her breasts rose and fell with difficult breaths.
Her dress had ridden up to reveal the smooth length of her upper thighs, and she shivered when she felt his hand rest just underneath one knee, his fingers teasing the sensitive flesh in the crease of her inner knee. “The things you make me want to do to you,” Damian said huskily, hooded eyes travelling over her shivering frame arched beneath him. “Sometimes I feel I’ll go too far and it would be hard to turn back. The last thing I want is to scare you.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” Hanna whispered truthfully. She was only afraid of the way he made her feel. So that he was engrained into her subconscious and she didn’t even know it till it was too late.
“Maybe you should be,” he said with a light tone, fingertips trailing upward from her knee to her inner right thigh. “Maybe you aren’t ready for the things I enjoy. For a long time I’ve wanted to know your threshold for pain, the sort of pain which is laced with the most sublime pleasure you’ve ever known.”
Hanna’s eyes clouded with confusion. For the first time, she did feel a wrench of doubt. What did he mean by pain? She wasn’t into that.
“Damian, I don’t think…”
He hushed her with a finger to her lips. With his free hand, he pulled off his already loose tie. Then he quickly wrapped it around her wrist, knotting it tight but not uncomfortably so. This he attached to the headboard above her, ensuring she had nowhere to go. Her breath caught.
Oh…my, thought Hanna. But that was the first shock. Next came when Damian grabbed her neckline and ripped the dress she wore in half. Hanna cried out in surprise, her shredded dress gaping open to reveal her lacy black underwear.
Hanna was in a daze and wasn’t completely sure of what was happening. She only knew that Damian’s rough actions were making her tremble with a monstrous excitement that echoed within the folds of her now streaming pussy.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, skimming his gaze over her heaving breasts in the lacy bra and the triangle of black lace at the apex of her thighs, barely concealing the pulpy mound beneath.
Damian’s face came close to hers and he mouthed silkily in her ear, “Trust me.”
*
Hanna twisted against Damian’s tie. Helpless. She couldn’t get free. Didn’t want to. His words, Trust me, rang through her bloodstream and made her quiver inside. She wasn’t sure what a man like him was capable of behind closed doors. She’d only seen the man he’d wanted her to see; cold and unapproachable. Driven and heartless. But, earlier that morning, when they’d had sex, she’d seen his other side. The passionate, feral Damian, who exalted in the bliss they evoked when they clashed together in abandoned lust. He’d blown her away then, making her unsure of where she stood. How she loved to hate him, but couldn’t resist his carnal enchantment.
Damian started to move against her, his hands rubbing up her body.
“Your skin feels like velvet,” he breathed.
Hanna stopped trying to move. She felt guilty…tangled up. Perhaps this had always been her fantasy. Deep, deep down she’d always imagined being taken and ravished by Damian. All those times she’d despised him, she’d felt an uncontainable attraction for the man that he was: handsome, forbidding and filled with leashed power.
Now, it was out. The secret truth. Chet had been right all along. It had been obvious to the outside world how much she’d wanted this.
And the realization made her feel wetter and even guiltier.
His roving hand reached closer to the juncture of her thighs and Hanna couldn’t keep from writhing as jolts threatened to send her spiralling into a dark, wondrous place. She gasped.
“Ssh, honey, just ssh.”
Then he fisted her panties and ripped them away like they were wisps. He did the same for her bra and now she was naked, her clothing in tatters around her.
Damian let his hand rub her breasts, his fingers lingering on a nipple and pulling it roughly. Hanna whimpered. He paused and looked into hers, as if to ask, Did you enjoy that? He tugged again, harder this time. Hanna moaned in protest, but she was into this. And she knew he could tell.
“Please,” Hanna pleaded.
“Please what, Hanna? You know I’m going to punish you. I think you’ll like my methods of discipline. And you’re not going to stop me, are you?” he asked leisurely, though there was a steel edge to his words.
Hanna’s head moved in agreement. “But just please…don’t hurt me.” Much as she wanted this, she really wasn’t down for any kind of extreme pain or stuff like that. She knew other people got into those kinds of play during sex and she definitely had no tolerance for any severe kind of physical cruelty.
“I can’t promise I won’t hurt you – but I can promise it won’t be in a bad way. You’ll want to ask for more of this,” he told her in that same confident tone that somehow calmed her. He seemed to know what he was talking about. She remembered how deftly he’d tied her to the headboard, his movements precise and economical. He’d definitely done things like this before.
She felt a certain irritation when she thought of any other woman getting tied up and teased by Damian in the past. But there was nothing she could do about that at present. She drew in deep breaths and tried to focus. Meeting his expectant gaze, she nodded slowly.
He smiled, and then leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth. Hanna was filled with instant tremors. He sucked her beaded tip hard and flicked it with his tongue. He groaned and Hanna couldn’t breathe from how delirious the pleasure became with just his mouth covering her nipple. His hand cupped her sex, and then started to move up and down, pushing past her pussy lips to her very core.
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