Chapter 171 Chapter 171

Chapter 171 Chapter 171
Amber

My eyes were hooded as pleasure intermixed with pain coursed through me.
I vaguely recalled Soren’s words from before when he was dancing with me, stating that Damian wasn’t as unaffected as he showed.
So could this be more than just physical attraction between us? Did he want me and my heart, not just my body?
More importantly, did I want his heart?
My brain was in no condition to ponder about those questions as his hand slid under me.
His rough, callused fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass, and hauled my hips up against him so the hard length of his cock ground directly against my soaked panties. 
He was rock hard and the friction tore another moan from my throat. He settled fully between my spread thighs, still fully clothed, and continued tormenting my breasts with mouth and fingers.
I reached for his face, desperate to touch him. 
But he caught both of my wrists in one hand, pinned them above my head against the pillows, and reached sideways. Without taking his eyes off me, he pulled a dark ribbon from one of the drawers.
“You don’t get to touch me”
He bound my wrists together in a few inescapable loops, then secured the end to the headboard.
“You’ve been a bad girl all night,” he reminded me, voice gone hard as steel. “You didn’t listen to a word I said and kept pushing me, even went as far as to threaten me..”
No, I wanted to dig my nails in his back, and wanted to run my fingers through his dark, silky hair.
“Damian…”
“Hands stay above your head…or I will go find Amy”
My eyes flared with anger and I struggled against the ribbon uselessly.
“I will kill her”
He smirked. “Let’s see first if you can get up and walk after I am done with you…”
The anger soon turned to anticipation. Fuck, why did my body give in to his demands so easily?
I tugged harder against the ribbon but it held firm. I left my arms stretched above me, chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths, completely exposed to whatever he decided to do next.
He leaned down again. 
One large hand traveled slowly down the center of my stomach, fingertips tracing a burning path lower. 
I shivered hard as heat pooled, thick and insistent, between my legs. 
His palm stopped just above the waistband of my panties, resting there, claiming without giving me what I needed.
“You paraded across that stage in this dress,” he murmured in a voice that had gone husky now. 
“I left you to sleep so you’d have a clear head. And yet you came back to me, drunk and furious, and told me you’d find someone else to kiss you.”
“You kept pushing me away,” I managed in a shaky exhale.
“For your own good.” 
His fingers resumed their maddeningly slow circles against the soft skin of my lower belly, dipping lower with every pass but never quite reaching the spot that throbbed for him. 
“And look what you’re making me do now. I am breaking my own rules that I set for the both of us.”
He didn’t sound entirely pissed about that fact though. If anything, it sounded like he was hoping to break it but too proud to accept it.
“Dont you…enjoy…this?” I asked, trying to not make my voice sound like a squeak.
He considered that for a second and I almost thought he was not going to answer but then he did.
“Not as much as you”
“I know you want…”
I hadn’t even finished the sentence when his hand finally slid lower, cupping me through the soaked fabric of my panties. 
An involuntary gasp left my mouth as my hips jerked up against his palm, demanding more.
But he didn’t give me more. He simply held me there, feeling how wet I already was, while his mouth returned to my throat and left another delicious bite.
I begged him to free me. 
The words spilled out in a broken, needy stream but he ignored most of them. Instead he lifted his head and looked down at me with eyes gone almost black.
“You still didn’t answer my question, Red. Who do you belong to?”
“Noone.”
If he could deny me stuff, I could also make him suffer a little. His eyes narrowed and he leaned again, grabbing a fistful of my hair.
“I didn’t hear you.”
“I belong to noone” I cried louder, knowing very well how defying him would make him impatient.
I was getting impatient too and my body would spontaneously combust if he made me wait any longer.
“Is that so?” He asked as he hooked his fingers in the sides of my panties and dragged them down my legs in one smooth pull. 
Cool air hit my bare, slick folds. I cried out at the loss of even that small contact. He pushed my thighs wider apart, settling between them again, and looked down at the evidence of how badly I wanted him.
“How badly did you want this instead of sleeping before the Hunt?”
My mouth had gone dry. Nerves and anticipation bunched tight low in my belly yet I somehow managed to answer.
“We are sleeping right now…together”
Something fierce and satisfied flashed across his face. He gave me a small, dark, and a full of promise smile before sliding two thick fingers inside me without a warning.
The stretch burned in the best way and my muscles tried to make room for him even as my legs trembled hard. 
“Say you’re mine”
I smiled at that as a devious thought popped in my head.
“You’re mine”
He cocked an eyebrow and then gave me a radiant smile, one that reached his eyes.
“Being feisty when you are tied is only going to make this harder for you, Red”
He drove the fingers deep, curling them against that perfect spot inside me, and at the same time freed his cock from his trousers. 
The heavy, hot length of him slapped against my inner thigh. 
He didn’t enter me yet even as he saw my body tremble in anticipation.
Instead he set a punishing rhythm with his fingers while the hard ridge of his cock rubbed against my clit with every roll of his hips. 
His mouth returned to my breasts, sucking and biting one nipple while his free hand pinched and tugged the other.
It was too much. An overload of sensation crashed over me from every direction and I couldn’t decide which pain or pleasure to focus on.
The thick fingers pumping in and out of my soaked pussy, the relentless friction of his cock against my clit, the sharp pleasure-pain of his mouth and fingers on my nipples, or the helpless position of my bound wrists. 
My senses went into complete frenzy as weeks of pent-up want and the long, teasing night exploded under the onslaught. I was struggling to breathe already. 
All of it was exactly what I needed and more than I could process.