Chapter 70 CHEAP LITTLE S…
\~~~SERENA.
My hands shoved the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a crumpled heap. I arched closer, my breasts brushing his bare chest, and my nipples hardening at the rough friction of his skin.
Desire won the tug-of-war, shoving regret aside for the fire building low in my belly, hot and insistent.
I'd think about it later, and pick apart the mess when my body wasn't screaming for release. The kiss reignited, rough and angry, our teeth clashing as tongues battled for control. It consumed us like a storm we both needed to weather, pulling us under without mercy.
Damien's hands gripped my hips hard, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lifted me off the floor. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, the heat of his body pressing against my core. He carried me like that, his lips never leaving mine, and tossed me onto the bed, the mattress bouncing under my weight, my damp hair fanning out on the pillows.
I glared up at him, my chest heaving, but my body betrayed me as my thighs parting slightly as he loomed over me. He stripped off his belt with quick, jerky movements, his pants dropping to reveal his hard cock, thick and ready. He said no words, but just that intense stare that made my pulse race.
He climbed onto the bed, his knees sinking into the sheets, and grabbed my ankles, yanking me toward him. My back slid across the cool fabric, and before I could catch my breath, he was between my legs, his hands pinning my thighs wide.
“You're so wet for me already,” he growled, his voice low and rough, eyes locked on my pussy. One hand slid up, fingers teasing my folds before plunging two inside, curling deep. I gasped, my hips bucking up as the intrusion sending sparks through me.
“Shut up,” I snapped, even as a moan escaped my lips. It was wrong, all of this, fucking him again when my mind screamed betrayal, but the stretch of his fingers drowned it out.
I'd regret it later, when the anger cooled and the questions came flooding back.
He chuckled darkly, adding a third finger, thrusting hard and fast. His thumb circled my clit, pressure building quick and fierce. “You like that, baby? Feel how you're clenching around me?”
I bit my lip, stifling another moan, but it came out anyway, mad and desperate. “Shut up and just fuck me,” I hissed coldly, my voice sharp despite the way my body arched into his hand.
“I can’t even feel anything.”
Lies, of course because every thrust made me throb, pleasure coiling tight, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
His eyes darkened, a smirk tugging at his lips. He pulled his fingers out, slick and shining, and positioned himself at my entrance. With one brutal shove, he buried his cock inside me, stretching me full. I cried out, my nails raking down his arms, leaving red marks. He didn't pause, pulling back only to slam in again, harder, the bed frame creaking under the force.
“Fuck, you're tight,” he grunted, hips snapping forward, each thrust deep and punishing. His hands gripped my waist, holding me in place as he pounded into me, skin slapping against skin. Sweat beaded on his chest, dripping onto me, mixing with the remnants of my shower.
I wrapped my legs around him, my heels digging into his back, urging him deeper even as my mind rebelled that this was wrong as he filled me, the grunts escaping his throat. But I met every thrust, my hips rising to clash with his, the friction building that sweet ache. Moans tore from me, wild and uncontrolled, contradicting my cold words.
“Come on, baby, take it,” he rasped, leaning down to capture my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while his cock drove relentlessly. One hand slid between us, fingers rubbing my clit in rough circles. “You love this cock, don't you? Squeezing me like that.”
“Shut up,” I gasped, but it came out breathy, my body trembling. Pleasure spiked, hot and overwhelming, and I hated how good it felt and how his dirty words only fueled the fire.
“Just fuck me harder. I need more.” My voice cracked, cold edge fraying as moans spilled out madly, and echoing in the room.
He obliged, shifting angles to hit that spot inside me, thrusts turning aggressive, bed shaking with the rhythm. His free hand pinned my wrist above my head, dominating, while his mouth moved to my neck, biting down just enough to sting. I bucked against him, chasing the edge, regret flickering like a shadow.
Fuck, why does he make me feel this alive amid the lies?
But later. Always later.
“That is it, Serena. Come for me,” he demanded, voice strained, his cock swelling inside me as his pace quickened. His fingers pressed harder on my clit, and I shattered, my walls clenching around him in waves. A scream ripped from my throat, body convulsing, and the pleasure crashing over me like a tidal wave.
He followed seconds later, groaning deep as he thrust one last time, spilling hot cum inside me. His body tensed, then collapsed beside me on the bed, both of us panting, slick with sweat. The room spun, air thick with the scent of sex, hearts pounding in the sudden quiet.
For a moment, we lay there, side by side, breaths slowing. My body hummed with aftershocks, but the haze cleared, bringing back the weight of everything.
Wrong. All of it. The secrets, the anger, the way I'd given in so easily.
Oh, what a cheap little slut I was.
Damien turned toward me, his hand reaching out to cup my breast, his thumb brushing my nipple gently, like he thought it would soothe.
I slapped his arm away, the sting sharp in the air. “Don't touch me,” I said, my voice flat, pushing up from the bed. My legs wobbled as I stood, cum trickling down my thigh, but I ignored it, walking to the bathroom without looking back.
The door clicked shut behind me, locking out the world, and him, for just a little longer.