Chapter 61: A night with him.

Chapter 61: A night with him.
Belinda's POV

I opened the door to find Damien standing there, his dark eyes raking over my body with a predatory gleam. 

Before i could even say hello, he crushed his lips against mine in a fierce, dominating kiss. 

I moaned into his mouth, my arms wrapping around his neck as he kicked the door shut behind him.

Damien's hands roamed my body greedily, roughly yanking at my clothes and begin shedding his own clothes without a word.

I stood frozen, watching as he revealed his muscular, tanned skin inch by inch.

I swallowed hard watching his rock hard abs.

I should have been horrified but instead, i lifted my arms for him, welcoming him, this is what I have been waiting for for years…this all I've always wanted.

“Damien,” I breathed, but his silence pressed harder than any word could. 

He didn’t answer, didn’t even look at my face. 

His attention was only on breaking me down piece by piece and I'm never going to stop him.

He dragged me away from the wall, hauling me toward the bed. 

The mattress bounced beneath me as i landed on my back, disoriented, with my once oacked neatly hair all scattered across my face and my gown was torn.

Damien’s weight pinned me before i could catch my breath. 

His grip bruised my wrists when i tried to steady herself, and for one frightening, intoxicating second, i wondered if he even know who i was.

He grabbed my hips hard enough to bruise, yanking my ass up higher and forcing my face down into the pillows. I let out a surprised yelp but didn't dare move, my cunt already dripping wet waiting for his monster to come in.

Annaliese is my best friend, she trusted me, she would never forgive me if she knew what I was doing, I know it but here I am, getting ruthlessly fucked by her ex-husband, letting him take me.

She would forgive, she would have to accept things because I know this myseif, once this happenimg, there is no going back.

Damien was forcing his way between my legs, kicking them further apart. 

I could feel the heat of his hard body pressing against my back and soon, the head of his cock was pressing against my dripping entrance.

"You want this, slut?" he growled in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine, "You  have always wanted me to fuck this tight little cunt with my big cock, don't you?”

"Yes, please!" I whimpered, already so turned on that I could barely think straight. "I need you, Daddy. I need you to fill me up and make me yours."

Damien snarled at that, a possessive sound that sent liquid heat rushing to my core.

He pulled back slightly, then slammed forward with brutal force, burying his thick cock deep inside me in one savage thrust. 

I screamed into the pillow, feeling deliciously stretched and filled to the brim.

My mind begged me to stop, but my body arched into him, desperate for more.

He set a punishing pace right from the start, slamming into me over and over with deep, forceful strokes that had the headboard slamming against the wall. 

The obscene sound of flesh smacking against flesh filled the room, mingling with my high-pitched moans and Damien's harsh grunts.

I’m not doing anything wrong, I told myself and tears was prickling at my eyes. 

I'm not doing anything wrong.

They’re divorced. 

He is free. 

I am  free too.

This isn’t betrayal. 

This is mine to take.

But even as i thought about it, shame burned my chest. Every harsh movement reminded me of Anneliese, the friend who had trusted me, the friend who i sworn never to hurt. And now here i am, being destroyed by the one man i should have resisted most.

He used me like a fuck doll, gripping my hips hard enough that later left red braised marks as he hammered into my tight hole.

I could feel every ridge and vein of his huge cock dragging along my walls, setting off sparks behind my eyes. 

I struggled to breathe through the overwhelming pleasure, my tits were bouncing freely with the force of his thrusts.

Just as I was about to come have my third orgasm, Damien suddenly pulled out of me with a wet, lewd grunt. 

Before I could even register what was happening, I felt the first hot ropes of cum splatter across my face. I sputtered and gagged as thick streams of musky fluid filled my open mouth and dripped down my  chin, some even landing in my hair.

“Fuck, take it all” Damien grunted, fisting his pulsing shaft and pumping himself furiously. 

He aimed his cock directly at my features, painting my face with his essence like he was marking his territory.

I could only lie there submissively as he used my mouth as a receptacle for his spend, branding me with his scent.

When he was finally finished, Damien wiped his softening cock on my cheek and tucked himself away without a word. 

He stepped back and began putting his clothes back on, not even glancing at my cum-covered face. 

I remained on the bed, panting and shaking, wondering if this was how it would always be between us - brutal, animalistic fucking followed by cold indifference, is this the coldbess Anneliese was always talking about? 

I lay sprawled on the tangled sheets, my hair was still messy and my skin still flushed, my chest was rising and falling in shallow breaths. 

I watched him with wide eyes, waiting for something, for a word or  a touch, 

Anything.

But Damien gave me nothing.

He finished dressing, his expression was like that carved from stone, then he walked out without a single glance back. 

The door clicked shut as harshly as it had opened, leaving me alone with nothing but the sticky evidence of our sex.

I pressed my palm to my lips, still swollen from his kiss, and lety head fall back onto the pillow. 

The silence he left was crushing.

I stared at the ceiling, my torn clothes were laying scattered on the floor, shredded remnants of my surrender.

My mind whispered I should be with Anneliese. 

I should be holding her hand, not betraying her like this.

But my body, traitorous and trembling, only remembered his brutality, only craved the violence of his presence.

Why would he just have sex with me brutally and leave me as of we were two strange cats mating? what if he doesn’t care for me I thought bitterly, almost delirious.

What if I will become nothing to him. Just something to use, to empty himself into. 

No, maybe that's just his way of having sex or what if he got into a bad mood or he had a meeting,but at least he could have said a word…maybe he was in a mood. Maybe

I don't even care about how he feels, gets all I want ,even if he keeps a hundred woman, I don't care..

He is all I want and I can’t stop wanting him. 

I just can’t stop wanting him.

I was still lost in my thoughts when my fingers unconsciously slipped on my face drawing a long string of his cum on my face , I starrd st it fir a while before licking it clean.

I took another one and I sank my fingers into my hot hole, my eyes fell closed as my fingers slipped in and out of my pussy.

“Arrrgh”, a moan escaped my lips as I imagined me bouncing on hiships with his hard dick pumping in and out of my honey pot.

I was still in my one little world, sliding three fingers in my pussy when someone knocked the door.

“W . who's there?”, I asked.

“Room service…”, I wrapped the blanket on my body as I walked to the door, my legs was a bit shaky.

The it hit me.

What was I going to wear home , Damien had torn the gown I wore here .

I pushed the thought away for a while and I opened the door.

There she was, the hotel attendant, she was standing before the door, holding a folded favruc in her hands.

“Mr Naddix asked us to give you this.”

She handled the fabric to me which turned out to be a long granny gown.

My cheecks great up immediately.

“Oh..thank you”, I blushed.

Maybe he cares after all.

“He asked to tell you to ask for anything you want..”, she said and then I remembered I was so damn famished.

“Can I get a plate of pasta with some meatballs and curry sauce.”, I said and she nodded brcire leaving.

A bright smile appeared on my face, I jumped on the bed with a squeak,hoping this never ends.