His fingers slide inside, and I bite back a moan, my body arching into his touch despite my mind screaming at me to resist. He pumps his fingers slowly, making me feel every inch, and his other hand moves to my throat, holding me still. My hands are free, I could escape but as I feel his fingers curling inside my pussy making the gasps to rip from my throat my hands slide around his neck, nails digging into his neck.
“You think running will change this?” he whispers, his lips brushing over mine. “You think I’ll ever stop chasing you? You’re mine, Raven. You can run a hundred times, and I’ll drag you back every single time.”
My breathing is ragged, and I can’t stop the way my body responds—hips rocking against his hand, thighs squeezing his waist. He grins, satisfied, and bites down on my shoulder, leaving another dark mark.
“You make me crazy,” he growls. “You make me want to break everyone who looks at you. I want to tie you up and make sure you never even think about leaving again.”
He doesn’t even warn me, he removes his hand and I sob feeling empty. “See, baby, you fucking need this.” I want to say ‘no.’ I want to say ‘fuck you.’ I want to…but I can’t say anything. Think of anything other the loss I feel from him removing his hand from my pussy. “What’s wrong, baby.” He taunts.
My pussy is clenching around nothing, sharp tremors shoot through my body, desperate to feel something…anything. “Please, Damian.” I cry while rocking my body against his.
I feel him raise my body higher, the sound of the zip on his jeans is the only thing I can hear, he slides his throbbing cock between my pussy lips sliding up and down, torturing me even more. “Please.” I gasp.
“What do you want?” He smirks teasing his thick head near my entrance letting only the tip slide in. “If you don’t use your words like a big girl.” He circles the tip just at my entrance driving me fucking insane. “You don’t get to cum. You want to cum don’t you.” I nod my head. “You want to soak my fucking cock don’t you?”
“Fuck. Yes, please...Damian.”
“Please what?” He smirks.
“Pease fuck me. I need it. I need it.” I cry desperately. “I need you.”
His cock slams into me and the scream tears from my body, he pushes his hand across my mouth, my screams are muffled but my pussy tightens around his cock with every thrust. His other hand digs into my hip bruising.
His cock throbs deep inside of me, thrusting harder, my screams rip from my throat getting swallowed by his hand, I’m so fucking close, I can feel my pussy dripping all over his cock.
He leans his face close to mine the warmth of his breath hits my skin. “If hell had a favourite sound, it would be your scream under my hand.” He whispers and I almost cum just from his words that still ghost across my skin.
I shudder, half from fear, half from the way his words sink under my skin, wrapping around the part of me that craves his obsession.
“Say it,” he demands, his thumb brushing over my clit, making my legs tremble. “Say you’re mine.”
I try to look away, but he grabs my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“Say it,” he repeats, his tone darker, more dangerous.
“I’m yours,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
His eyes burn with satisfaction, and he crashes his mouth against mine, biting down hard, his cock thrusting deeper, faster. I can’t think, can’t breathe, just drowning in the way he’s taking me apart.
“That’s right,” he growls against my mouth. “You’ll never get away. You’ll never escape me. And you don’t really want to.”
He pulls back just enough to watch my face as his thrusts move faster, drawing out every sound, every twitch of my body, like he’s memorising how to break me perfectly.
I can’t hold back the sob that escapes when I finally shatter, my body clenching around his cock, and he doesn’t stop, dragging out every wave of pleasure until I’m a trembling mess in his arms.
He wipes the tear from my cheek with his thumb, leaning in to kiss me softly, like he’s savouring the victory.
“You’ll never run from me again,” he murmurs, his voice a dark promise. “Because you know I’ll always catch you.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
RAVEN
My legs are unsteady as he finally lets me down, my body still buzzing from the way he claimed me. I try to breathe, but the air feels thick and suffocating, and I can’t quite wrap my head around what just happened. Again.
Damien doesn’t move far—just enough to pull his shirt back down, wiping the sweat from his forehead. His eyes never leave me, watching with that dark, possessive glint, like he’s making sure I don’t run again.
I swallow hard, my mind racing. I need to get out of here. I can’t keep letting him do this—twist me up until I don’t know where fear ends and desire begins.
