into your cunt.”
Oh my god. I don’t think I’ve ever been so freaked out in my entire life. And yet, this strange, uncontrollable desire is even more powerful than my fear. My…cunt…pounds with a desperate need far stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before. This is my chance. My time. I can’t let him cow me the way he’s done my entire life. He knows all the buttons to push. It’s time for me to push some of my own and stand up for myself and back him up against the wall.
But how the fuck did I do that?
I remember what Candy said. He wants you, girl. Bad .
I try to smile but my lips feel surprisingly wooden. Instead, I simply part them and roll my tongue over my bottom lip.
Is eyes grow even darker as he lets out a low growl.
Okay. That was probably a bad move!
“You don’t own me,” I tell him.
He grips the pillow like he’s going to strangle every feather in it. “Like hell I don’t.”
Where the fuck had all this possession come from? “You don’t get to call me yours,” I begin. “Not when you’ve done nothing but make my life a living hell since the time we were kids, teasing me and tormenting me by fucking random girls on this very bed…oh shit this bed is fucking gross. There’s probably a fucking used condom in these sheets. Seriously, we need to get off this bed right now and—”
He shuts his eyes. Such a small movement shouldn’t affect me so much, but it does. I stop speaking.
“You really hate me this much, Princess?”
I gulp. “I don’t hate you. I mean, I sort of do…but I’m mostly just confused. Why are you so nice second and such a dick the next?”
He glares at me.
“See what I mean?” I push him off. “Why are you glaring at me?”
“Was that asshole nice to you?” he asks. “Was that it?”
It takes a second for me to realize who he’s talking about. “Yeah, he was, but that wasn’t ‘it’,” I reply, unafraid. “He didn’t treat me like some precious object that wasn’t supposed to be touched. I was a woman to him first and foremost, not some fucking ‘princess.’ So yeah, not only was he ‘nice,’ but he did something no other guy has ever done with me: he saw me for who I really am. I’m not ashamed and I’m not going to let you make me regret wanting to be touched, wanting to feel, and hell, wanting to be wanted —”
Before I can finish, his lips crash into mine.
Chapter 10
This is it.
The end or the beginning, I don’t fucking care.
The two of us have been holding back for too long. We tried to pacify this thing between us with childish games. It worked, for a while. You can hide your darkness, but you can never banish it. The moment his lips claimed mine, we let it out. All the desires we’d tried to keep hidden, all the things we’d never, ever admit to one another, all the bullshit. The moment his lips claimed mine, it was gone, leaving behind only our desperation made stronger by all those years of futile repression.
Damien isn’t kissing me. This was never about courtship or foreplay—we’ve had years and years of that already. This is him laying claim to all he wants—no, taking it. So instead of pressing his lips to mine, teasing and coaxing them open until we’re both deliriously breathless, he fucks my mouth with his.
Mine . His teeth graze my neck.
Mine. His fingers dig into my naked skin like tattoo needles.
All mine. Forever mine.
His possession scares me. Thrills me. I spread my legs for him and crash my pelvis into his. There are still too many barriers between us. A buckle. A pair of jeans. The miniscule amount of space between my cunt and his cock. I want to rip them all away. I want to feel him on top of me, inside me, completing me.
Which is why I whimper when he pulls back. “Look at me, Princess.”
“Oh God.” I don’t think I can. My body’s weakened from so much pleasure, and tormented by the promise of pleasure to come.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I can’t say no to him.
Oh my god. I don’t think I’ve ever been so freaked out in my entire life. And yet, this strange, uncontrollable desire is even more powerful than my fear. My…cunt…pounds with a desperate need far stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before. This is my chance. My time. I can’t let him cow me the way he’s done my entire life. He knows all the buttons to push. It’s time for me to push some of my own and stand up for myself and back him up against the wall.
But how the fuck did I do that?
I remember what Candy said. He wants you, girl. Bad .
I try to smile but my lips feel surprisingly wooden. Instead, I simply part them and roll my tongue over my bottom lip.
Is eyes grow even darker as he lets out a low growl.
Okay. That was probably a bad move!
“You don’t own me,” I tell him.
He grips the pillow like he’s going to strangle every feather in it. “Like hell I don’t.”
Where the fuck had all this possession come from? “You don’t get to call me yours,” I begin. “Not when you’ve done nothing but make my life a living hell since the time we were kids, teasing me and tormenting me by fucking random girls on this very bed…oh shit this bed is fucking gross. There’s probably a fucking used condom in these sheets. Seriously, we need to get off this bed right now and—”
He shuts his eyes. Such a small movement shouldn’t affect me so much, but it does. I stop speaking.
“You really hate me this much, Princess?”
I gulp. “I don’t hate you. I mean, I sort of do…but I’m mostly just confused. Why are you so nice second and such a dick the next?”
He glares at me.
“See what I mean?” I push him off. “Why are you glaring at me?”
“Was that asshole nice to you?” he asks. “Was that it?”
It takes a second for me to realize who he’s talking about. “Yeah, he was, but that wasn’t ‘it’,” I reply, unafraid. “He didn’t treat me like some precious object that wasn’t supposed to be touched. I was a woman to him first and foremost, not some fucking ‘princess.’ So yeah, not only was he ‘nice,’ but he did something no other guy has ever done with me: he saw me for who I really am. I’m not ashamed and I’m not going to let you make me regret wanting to be touched, wanting to feel, and hell, wanting to be wanted —”
Before I can finish, his lips crash into mine.
Chapter 10
This is it.
The end or the beginning, I don’t fucking care.
The two of us have been holding back for too long. We tried to pacify this thing between us with childish games. It worked, for a while. You can hide your darkness, but you can never banish it. The moment his lips claimed mine, we let it out. All the desires we’d tried to keep hidden, all the things we’d never, ever admit to one another, all the bullshit. The moment his lips claimed mine, it was gone, leaving behind only our desperation made stronger by all those years of futile repression.
Damien isn’t kissing me. This was never about courtship or foreplay—we’ve had years and years of that already. This is him laying claim to all he wants—no, taking it. So instead of pressing his lips to mine, teasing and coaxing them open until we’re both deliriously breathless, he fucks my mouth with his.
Mine . His teeth graze my neck.
Mine. His fingers dig into my naked skin like tattoo needles.
All mine. Forever mine.
His possession scares me. Thrills me. I spread my legs for him and crash my pelvis into his. There are still too many barriers between us. A buckle. A pair of jeans. The miniscule amount of space between my cunt and his cock. I want to rip them all away. I want to feel him on top of me, inside me, completing me.
Which is why I whimper when he pulls back. “Look at me, Princess.”
“Oh God.” I don’t think I can. My body’s weakened from so much pleasure, and tormented by the promise of pleasure to come.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I can’t say no to him.
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