Chapter 44 The plan to eliminate
Damien's POV
A soft moan escaped her mouth as I slid two fingers into her.
Her back rested against my chest, her head flung back against my shoulder. Both of her hands gripped my thighs as my fingers thrust into her. Her chest heaved, and the only sounds were her moans and the wet, rhythmic slapping of my fingers against her skin.
She sucked in a deep breath, her fingers practically digging into my skin as she reached her climax. I watched as she struggled to catch her breath; I worshipped each sound that came from her mouth. I worshipped the sweat that dripped down her body and the way her eyes blinked as she looked at me.
“I liked that,” she purred with a smile on her lips.
I drew my fingers to my mouth and licked them. “I liked it more,” I rasped, my voice thick with the taste of her. I was possessed by this woman, and I loved it.
She stood up from my lap, her hands running across her body as she slid the dress off completely. I parted my lips in awe as my gaze scanned her. I had seen her naked so many times before, and yet she still managed to amaze me. Her hips swayed as she walked toward me; she placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me back against the chair.
I swallowed as I watched her, wondering what her next move would be. She leaned closer, her lips a few inches from my ear. “Let's go home,” she whispered.
I raised an eyebrow. “Home?” My hand quickly gripped her hips, and I lifted her, placing her on top of me again. “Are you really going to leave me like this?”
She nodded. “It's your punishment for kissing another woman,” she teased.
My jaw clenched. “Charlotte…”
She laughed. “I'm kidding.”
My heart raced as she slowly climbed on top of me; she pressed her lips against mine as she undid my pants.
“Oh… God,” I moaned as she slid onto me.
She smiled against my lips as if she knew she was my weakness—as if she knew exactly what she was doing to me. I gripped her waist as she began to move, her face twisting into a mask of pleasure. My whole body weakened as the intensity built. I threw my head back against the chair, heavy breaths escaping my lips as she moved her hips against mine.
“You have gotten better at this…” I gasped. “Oh… God…” My fingers gripped her hips so tightly that they left prints on her skin.
My body trembled as I watched her breasts bounce with every movement. It was a glorious sight, sweat dripping between them. I pulled her closer and kissed her neck. Immediately, her body convulsed with pleasure as she reached her climax.
I leaned back against the seat, gasping for breath, and she rested her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, waiting for her to catch her breath as I ran my fingers across her back.
“How do you feel?” I mumbled against her lips, my whole body pulsed with pleasure.
She lifted her eyes to meet mine. “Good. Really good,” she stressed.
I wrapped my hands around her thighs and stood up. She quickly threw her arms around my neck to keep from falling. “Where are you taking me?” she asked, a soft puff of air escaping her lips.
I reached for the desk and swept my hand across it, tossing the contents to the floor. I placed Charlotte on the desk
“Keep your hands around my neck,” I instructed, my voice barely a whisper. I parted her legs and slid back into her.
She let out a loud whimper that quickly turned into rhythmic moans. I thrust faster; her lips formed an 'O,' her brows pinched together, and her head flung back
“Ah… oh… Damien!” she cried out, her gaze narrowed and she bit her lower teeth.
The sound of her screaming my name made my blood rush. I couldn't control it; I reached my climax instantly, my body shaking as she peaked alongside me.
I pressed my lips against hers. How could I be so weak for her, finishing just because she said my name? I had to do better.
I slowly began to thrust again. One of my hands moved to her neck—my grip was firm, but not enough to choke her. She stuck out her tongue, screaming now instead of moaning, until we both convulsed in another orgasm.
Eventually, she reached for my buttons, her gaze fixed on mine. She slowly undid a few, her hand pressing against my chest. A soft gasp escaped her as she ran her palms across my skin.
“I want you… again,” I said, parting her legs even wider.
She slowly closed them. “I'm sore,” she whispered, her head tilting to the side.
“Ugh…” I groaned, pressing my forehead against hers.
THE NEXT MORNING
Alexander arrived early that morning.
We sat in my living room as he replayed a voice message Celeste had sent. The plan was to lure me into an empty room and take me out.
But Alexander and I had plans of our own—assuming, of course, that he was as trustworthy as he claimed. Alexander would trick her instead, luring her out of the building where she would be dealt with.
We couldn't do it inside if Charlotte was going to be there; I couldn't afford for her to get hurt. Alexander, on the other hand, wouldn't let anything happen to Ezera.
Leaving them at home would raise suspicion, it was a plus one event and I had to go with my wife, a single slip up would cause suspicions.
So the matter was settled.
Tomorrow was the day we would eliminate a common enemy.
This wasn't just a long time feud, She tried to hurt my wife, so now, it was personal.
I wasn't planning to put a bullet through her head.
No, it was too simple, too easy, it was a merciful death and I couldn't afford to give her that peace.
I wanted to slice every inch of her skin with a knife , causing her unending pain until I snapped her back.
My gaze grew cold as I gazed at Alexander, the moment I found out he was a mole, he would be dead too.
He shot me a curious gaze and I smiled back at him, a dangerous, poisonous smile.