The beast takes over. I shove my slacks off, kicking them aside, and stroke myself twice, just enough to get the blood pumping, but not enough to inch me close to coming. I want every moment of that to come from her pussy gripped around me.
I shove her legs even further apart and drive myself into her.
“F–yes!” she screams, straining even harder against the cuffs. She’s small, but she’s strong, giving those hooks a run for their money.
I hover over her, sliding in and out several times to get things flowing. After that, I come to my knees. Then I yank her by the hips, holding her up so I can pound her into submission, moving only my own hips. I waste no time and hold nothing back, pushing deeper and deeper until she screams, I groan, and we both come undone.
Sweat drips down my temples and mats her hair to her face around the tie. I wipe my hand down my face before crawling up to her side. Then I untie her blindfold, and her eyes flutter open, finding mine. My gaze connects with hers for a second before I kiss her, softly, unrushed. Then, I undo the restraints.
I kiss her wrists, pink from pulling so hard, mindful of the needed aftercare. Then I kiss her lips again, no tongue, no lust, before laying down to face her.
“How are you?” I whisper the question as I push the hair from her face.
“Amazing,” she says just as softly.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask, and Ellie shakes her head.
“No.”
“Good,” I say, pressing my lips on her forehead. “I never want to hurt you.”
Her eyes slowly close, and within moments, sleep claims her. Her breathing is rhythmic, soft, unworried. I take in a deep breath and let it out. I’m not lying. I would never hurt her if I could help it. In fact, I could spend every day of my life making sure nothing ever hurts her.
My heart slams against my ribcage as I make a realization. I am in the danger zone. Ellie found a way into my life twice. She burrowed herself beneath my skin, slid into my dreams, consumed my thoughts, and now she is in my house, in my bed. I have never let a woman into my bed.
This is a no-trespassing zone. I am breaking my own rules, but something about that jump-starts my heart again. It’s thrilling. I love walking on the edge of danger, and I’ve never been one to follow rules; even if they are my own.
Chapter 32
Ellie
Sunlight pours through the windows, wrapping itself around the sheets I am curled inside, and I smile. I am warm, and the bed is fluffy and amazing. There’s no dip in the middle or spring in my back. This is not my bed.
I bolt upright and, sure enough, this is not my bed. This is not my house. My house could fit into this one three times over. I’m still at Damien’s, and it’s morning. I’m not worried about Luca; there’s no rush to get him this morning, but I do feel out of place. Was I supposed to stay the night? Is that breaking the rules? The other side of the bed is empty, with the pillows fluffed and in place. Damien is nowhere to be found.
Fuck.
I look around the room for something to dress in, but I see nothing, not even the green evening gown from the night before. It’s like I was never here, and yet I am. I’m also not hungover, so it’s not like I blacked out. I touch my wrists, and the memories swirl back into my mind. No, it was definitely not a dream. I remember every moment of it in startling detail and… damn.
Still, I’m not sure I should be where I am. I go to the closet and flip on the light. Then I stop.
“Holy shit,” I let out. His closet is quite possibly the same square footage as my entire house. It’s organized by season, occasion, color and if I had to guess, brand. I snag a t-shirt off one of the racks towards the back. It’s burgundy and has faded wording on it.Less Than Tame Summer 2015.It’s a band shirt, a band I’ve never heard of, but that doesn’t really matter right now. I slip it on and, as expected, it’s long on me. Long enough to cover my ass anyway. Then, I make my way out of the room.
As I walk across the porcelain tiles, my jaw drops with every step. This place is a mansion. It’s just as elaborate, and nearly as big as a Las Vegas Strip hotel lobby itself. The hallway opens up into the main living area, overlooking a gorgeous view of the city. There’s also a pool, patio, barbecue pit and more.
“Fuck,” I whisper, not too loudly. Damien’s voice is still echoing residually in the back of my mind from last night.No dirty talk. Good girl.
A shiver pricks its way up my spine, and I follow the scent of food towards what has to be the kitchen. Sure enough, I find Damien standing in front of the massive island, arranging food on two plates. He looks up when he sees me, wringing his hands on a dish towel.
“Good morning,” he says quietly. Then he turns to grab a steaming mug of coffee.
“I think that’s my line,” I say as my feet propel my body towards him.
“Not today, it isn’t. Today, you’re my guest.”
I take the mug from him, and my eyes sweep across the food. Avocado toast with goat cheese, balsamic drizzle, pickled onion, and bacon. My stomach audibly growls.
“I’m glad you’re hungry,” he says with a smirk.
