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I whimper as his hand tightens on my hip, guiding the rolling of my body as if he’s already inside me and fucking me against the wall. I yank at his shirt, shoving it off his shoulders and panting as I run my fingers over his bare, muscled chest, feeling the heat of his skin.

God, I seriously want to bite this man.

Damiano apparently has the same idea, but he moves faster.

I cry out when his mouth slides down my jaw to my throat, where his teeth sink into me hard. I groan, my eyes rolling back and my fingernails raking down his chest and chiseled abs as he full-on attacks me like a fucking animal.

“I’m going to devour you, little nightmare,” he rasps into my ear before biting the shell of it so hard that I scream. “You wanted me to lose control? You wanted to see the thing underneath all the fucking rules?”

I moan, my breath choking off as his hand grabs my chin and twists my head to the side to bite the fuck out of the side of my throat. His teeth drag over my jugular as his hand slips between my shaking thighs.

A low, throaty moan tumbles from my mouth as he palms my soaking wet pussy through my panties.

A dark, sinister chuckle rumbles from his chest.

“Well, here it is, baby,” he snarls, making me cry out as he bites me again. “Here’s the fucking monster you get so wet and messy and desperate for, like a greedy little slut.”

Sweet fucking Jesus.

His fingers slide into my panties and violently rip them down my thighs. A guttural wail builds in my throat when he buries two thick fingers in my needy pussy and starts thrusting them in and out.

His mouth drags down my throat as he moves lower. His huge frame hunches over to bring his mouth to my tits, cupping one and lifting the nipple to his lips.

Oh God yes…

“Fuuuuuck,” I whine, my legs going weak when he sucks the swollen pink peak between his teeth and bites down on the barbell. He tugs at it, stretching my nipple taut before he bites down again. I squeal in pleasure, my head spinning as I desperately grind my hips against the massive bulge in his pants.

He savages the other nipple before he suddenly drops to a knee and rips my dress the rest of the way off. He shreds my panties from my thighs with one violent jerk of his hand.

I stare down at him with hooded eyes as he shoves off his shirt, my breath becoming labored as he grabs one thigh and lifts it over his shoulder.

“Fuck,” he growls almost breathlessly as his eyes land on my bare, exposed sex. “Oh, you’re fucking mine now.”

I don’t even recognize the sound that tears from my throat when his tongue touches my lips. It’s more animal that human as it claws its way out of a dark place deep inside me as Damiano’s tongue swirls over my pulsing clit.

He growls against me, his fingers digging into my hips and bruising my flesh as he starts to savage my pussy. His tongue plunges deep, tasting me in places I’ve never felt before. He drags it up and down my seam before pulling my swollen clit between his lips and sucking hard as his tongue dances over it.

I twist and thrash and whine, clinging to his head and shaking as he licks and sucks the pleasure from my body, dragging me into a beautiful madness.

Damiano is never “messy”.

Never reckless, never unhinged, never anything less than utterly controlled.

Right now, all that restraint has vanished. The precise, perfectly buttoned-up version of him is gone.

And what’s left is the monster within, whatever control he masks it with stripped away, revealing something hungrier.

More vicious and alarming.

It's like the animal he keeps locked behind all those rules and routines has finally torn through the bars and found me waiting on the other side.

And God help me, I love it.

I love knowing I’m the reason he’s unraveling. That I’ve pushed him past his breaking point, forcing him to show me how fucking deep the black hole inside him goes.

His hands tighten around my hips.

The room shifts.