Damon’s fingers dig into my hips as he begins to fuck me relentlessly then. Every thrust strokes my inner wall in just the right spot, sending me spiraling towards the edge of pleasure. I’m so drunk with lust that I barely notice his right hand leaving my hip and moving to my backside.
The tip of his finger entering my asshole has my eyes snapping open. “Damon,” I warn.
“I want to take you here, Victoria. I want to be your first for every hole in your gorgeous fucking body.” His finger strokes my tight channel, and the sensation is incredible, better than I would have ever expected. “I promise to make it feel good,” he assures me, and I trust him.
“Okay,” I whisper.
Pulling out of my pussy, Damon fingers me, gathering my wetness and bringing it up to my puckered hole. One finger becomes two and then two become three as he tests my readiness, easing in and out of my tight hole gently. I lean my head against the tile, trying to keep myself calm.
“Relax,” he tells me as he lines his head up with my back entrance. “I’ll be gentle. I promise.” His lips land on my shoulder. Finding my clit once again, he strokes me as he slowly begins to push inside of me.
At first, I’m resistant and it’s painful, but the pleasure he’s doling out on my clit has me accepting him inch by inch.
When he’s fully inside of me, he lets out a low growl. “Fuck, you’re so tight. You feel so fucking good.” His fingers pinch my clit, and I cry out in surprise. “That’s my girl, taking my hard cock so deep inside of her tight, little asshole.” He strokes my nub gently again as he tells me, “I’m going to move now, Victoria.”
His thick cock feels gigantic inside that forbidden place, and I can’t help but grit my teeth at the first few thrusts. After the initial pain is over, however, all I begin to feel is intense pleasure, pleasure like I’ve never experienced before.
“Please, Damon,” I breathe, not really knowing what I’m even asking for. Maybe for him to stop. Maybe for him to keep going. I don’t know. I’m losing focus from the mixed pleasure and pain clouding my mind.
He brings me to orgasm over and over again as he fucks me, so many times that I lose count and they string together in an endless litany.
With one final thrust, Damon crushes me to him as he comes inside of me, filling me up until his release spills out around his thick cock. “Fuck, Victoria,” he whispers into my ear as he holds me in his arms.
I stay in his arms like that for a while as he presses kisses over my cheek, jaw, neck and shoulder. It feels good. So good.
When his cock softens, he gently pulls out of me and washes me all over again. My limbs are trembling, and I can barely stand on my own two feet by the time he helps me out of the shower.
Damon dries me off and wraps me up in a soft, warm towel. Towering over me, his dark green eyes swallow me whole as he gazes down at me.
“I love you, Damon,” I blurt out before I can stop myself. I didn’t really analyze my true feelings for him until this moment, but I know they’re true. I love him. I think I’ve loved him ever since the moment I first met him.
His dark green eyes seem to cloud over, and I’m afraid he’s not going to say the words back to me. Perhaps I made a huge mistake, and I’ll forever be known as the idiot who told a guy she loved him when he didn’t feel the same way about her.
But before I can try to backtrack or take the words back, Damon leans down and locks his lips over mine. The kiss is possessive and demanding. His fingers run through my damp hair as he holds me in place, taking full control of that kiss.
And when he finally pulls back, he stares into my eyes as he tells me, “I love you, too, Victoria.”
CHAPTER 25
DAMON
VICTORIA TOLD ME she loves me.
And I said it back, just like the normal, doting boyfriend would.
I don’t know whether I lied to her. At this point, it doesn’t even matter whether I have feelings for her or not. I’m one step closer to my revenge, and that’s the only thing thatshouldmatter.
I should be happy that everything is going exactly as I had planned.
So, why do I feel like such a fucking asshole?
Victoria left early this morning to help Sue with the soup kitchen’s preparations for the Thanksgiving dinner tonight.
I promised her I would show up in time to help serve the hundreds of homeless that will be showing up for the free, hot meal.
In the meantime, I’ve been plotting and planning against the only person in this world who actually loves me. Like lining up a bunch of dominos, I have to get everything in place and hope and pray they don’t collapse before I’m ready.
By the time I get to the soup kitchen, the operation is in full swing. Victoria is busy in the kitchen. I stop in the doorway and just take a moment to breathe her in.
