Chapter 21
Ellie
“Holy shit, you scared–” I don’t even have time to finish my sentence before his mouth covers mine. He bites my lip hard enough to make me yip and then sucks on it. It’s soothing and sexy, and the pain I feel turns into passion within moments.
“You have a lot of nerve,” he growls down at me.
“What do you mean?” I ask as he continues to kiss my jawline down to my neck.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t know,” he tells me, and I smirk, my nipples growing hard against the black lace bra I have on. Its delicate lace definitely shows my arousal.
“You want me?” I dare to ask, and Damien jerks back.
“You have been a very, very bad girl,” he says, and I can’t figure out if this is a game or not. Either way, I am so hot right now that I am already wet.
“How bad?” I ask as Damien proceeds to spread kisses up my neck until he reaches my jawline, and I shriek.
“That tickles,” I tell him, but he doesn’t stop, and I wiggle against him in protest. “Damien,” I plead, pressing on his chest. He yanks back, his hand fisting my hair on the back of my head.
“Did I tell you to call me by my name?” he barks, and passion and fear jolt through me.
“I–”
“Answer the question,” he commands. I feel myself getting wetter. Who knew I liked having my hair pulled? Who knew I liked any of this? It’s like there’s a wild animal living inside of me I didn’t even know was in hibernation. And now it’s awake; scaring and exciting me at the same time.
“No, sir,” I answer with a slow nod.
I expect agood girl,but he doesn’t reward me with that. Not yet. “You’ve been a little rebellious recently. I don’t like it when my rules are not followed.”
I can’t tell if this is a game or not. But if I had to guess, it is. It’s obvious we are both frustrated. It’s been a hot minute since we fulfilled the benefits clause, and I think we are overdue for a night shift. Rachel isn’t going to be happy about it, but I can think up an excuse.
“I will follow all the rules tonight.” I say.
But Damien doesn’t acknowledge what I’ve said. Instead, he tucks his thumbs inside my shirt, teasing my nipples for all of two glorious seconds before ripping the shirt clean off. The pearl buttons scattered all over the marble flooring of my office.
I gasp so loud it almost sounds like a scream, and a second wave of excitement pulses through me. His eyes rake over me ravenously. Then he grabs my skirt at the bottom hem right next to the four-inch slit.
“There’s a zipper in the back,” I tell him. But Damien doesn’t care about zippers, and starting at the slit, he rips the skirt until it falls off my body and onto the floor.
I stare up at him, with want and need in my eyes, because I am more turned on than I’ve ever been before. If I didn’t know any better, we are going to go all the way in the Velvet Lounge tonight, and I don’t even care. With pregame this good, he couldask me for anything tonight and I’d do it. Jocelyn is right. I am different from the girls before me. I am his, and I want him to have me.
I moan and arch my back as Damien tears my panties off me. He unclasps the bra and tosses it aside as though the fabric between him and me is an annoying inconvenience. Then he picks me up and carries me over to the windows.
“People can see.” I state the obvious. We are too high off the ground for people below to see us, but people in the neighboring hotels, specifically at the rooftop restaurants, absolutely can.
“And?” he barks.
“It’s daylight.” I say. And this isn’t a gentlemen’s club. It’s the real world, and there’s real, fully clothed people with front row seats.
“It is,” he says, spinning me around and pinning me against the window. I don’t know what terrifies me more, the fact that anyone across the way can see me or that we are hundreds of feet from the ground. I don’t like heights, even if there is a thick glass window between me and the fall.
“But people can see us,” I say. What I really should have said is that people can seeme.
“They can. They can see that you are in my hotel. They can see that you are in my hands. They can see that you belong to me. Right now, they are going to watch you come for me.”
Before I can protest, Damien’s hands wander down my body to my pussy. With one hand he teases my clit, knowing exactly where it is and what it needs to make me moan and squirm. With his other hand, he shoves not one but two fingers inside me. It’s nowhere near the girth of his actual cock, but my fucking god it’s a lot at this angle. My blood is rushing through my veins so fast it’s making me dizzy, and I find myself needing to press my hands against the glass to steady myself.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, but I know better than to believe it’s an option.
