We enter our suite, and he leads me over to the large bed in the middle of the room. I start to relax; I’ve always felt safe in here with the mood lighting, plush black, red, and gold furnishings, and the little chill-out area with a TV and couches.
Dameon drops my hand and lifts my chin with the crook of his finger. “Look at me, kitten.”
Raising my head, I’m blown away by the emotion swimming in his sea-green eyes.
“Sir, I—”
He scrunches his eyes shut as if it hurts to hear my voice and presses his lips to mine in a desperate kiss, silencing me. All thoughts melt away, and I fall into his embrace, consumed by him once again. I struggle for breath as our tongues battle and meld together. It’s intoxicating; if I could, I’d happily lose myself in this man’s kiss for the rest of my life.
Dameon abruptly pulls away, his eyes still tightly shut. He spins me around and bends me over the foot of the bed, pushing my knee onto the mattress to open me up. The sound of his belt buckle clinking fills the room, and I arch my back, searching for friction. I’m so wet that when he runs a finger from my clit down my slit, he hisses.
“Fuuuck…” I moan loudly.
“Shh, no talking, kitten.” He spanks my left cheek with force, causing me to jolt forward, and pins me to the bed by the back of my neck. Relief floods through me when the head of his cock rubs back and forth over my slit, gathering wetness. But this time, when he slowly pushes in, it feels different.
God, I’m so full.
I whimper, my body trembling to accommodate his size. It’s been too long since he’s sunk himself into me.
“You can take it, kitten. A few more inches to go.”
Trying to relax my muscles, I arch my back further, allowing his cock to slide deeper. It feels never-ending, like he’ll end up in my throat.
“That’s it. Good girl,” he praises.
When he’s seated to the hilt, the head of his cock reaches a spot deep inside me that causes me to climax instantly. He doesn’t move, and doesn’t allow me to either, keeping me pinned beneath him. The feel of his suit against my sensitive skin adds to the sensation, and my core repeatedly clenches around his cock, milking his length. The orgasm is so powerful that tears form in my eyes.
“Look at you, kitten. Soaking my cock like my good little whore. And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
I gasp, trying to catch my breath, but he doesn’t allow me any time to recover before he roughly pounds into me, making me tighten up from the force.
“Relax,” he whispers in my ear, still holding me down by the back of my neck. When he feels my muscles loosen, he lets go, holding nothing back, and punishes my pussy with full force. I bite my tongue to hold back my scream and take everything that he gives me. I can’t move to meet his thrusts; I just brace and focus on keeping my body as relaxed as possible. He doesn’t last long at this pace. He explodes with a roar, and I remain still, letting him pulse inside me. But when he pulls out, the usual rush of cum doesn’t arrive. I roll onto my side to face him and find him bent over, panting hard, his eyes shut. I look down at his cock peeking out of his suit pants; he’s wearing a condom.
Oh.
When his eyes eventually find mine, remorse twisting his face, my stomach drops.
No. No. No. Don’t do this.
“I’m sorry.”
His apology crashes around me, and I almost collapse in disbelief. I shake my head. Denial tightens its grip, robbing me of my voice.
He kisses me gently on the forehead, his eyes scrunched shut. Then he tucks himself back into his pants, condom still on, and heads for the door.
“Please, don’t do this,” I choke out, tears streaming down my cheeks.
He swallows roughly, shakes his head and closes the door behind him.
Chapter thirty-seven
Dameon
Thewhiskeyburnsitsway down my throat, the familiar warmth settling in my stomach. I’ll need all the help I can get tonight. Because tonight marks the end, the final nail in our coffin.
I’m constantly drawn to this place, like a moth to a flame, all because ofher. Hoping for just a glimpse as she moves about the bar, mingling with patrons, serving drinks. It’s starting to feel like a cruel ritual, and I’m beginning to resent it. But tonight, it’s over. It has to be.
I had thought our final fuck at Le Jardin last month would be enough to get her out of my system, but it only made it worse. It’s as though she’s carved out a spot in my heart. Dr. Avery would be furious with me if he knew what I’d done. The devastation on Hailee’s face as I walked away will haunt me forever. I’ll replay the sight of her broken expression in my mind for the rest of my life.
