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My instincts are on high alert, but I don’t try to pull away. I swallow hard. “What game?”
“The one where you act like you’re free of me. That you don’t already know who you belong to. Or do you need a reminder?” He shifts his grip and circles my neck with his fingers, resting them on my collarbone as a warning.
Heat pours into my core, and my clit throbs. A low moan escapes me, and his smile turns dark.
He pushes closer, bent so his breath fans against my mouth. “I’m going to spin you around and fuck your pretty pussy against this counter. This is your last chance to tell me to stop.”
My ears ring, and all my thoughts vanish with his words. I lift on my toes, closing the distance between our mouths. He groans deep and takes over the kiss, running his tongue against mine until I’m consumed by him. My head feels light from the lack of oxygen, but I don’t pull away, letting him do whatever he wants to me.
There’s a power that surges inside me, giving in to his control. No matter his threats, I know if I told him to stop, he would. He’s not gentle when he tears my dress up the side seam, revealing my side. He seems pleased that I’m wearing a control-top underwear instead of something sexy underneath. He yanks the fabric down, letting it fall to my feet, and twists me so my hips press almost painfully into the counter.
“Are you on birth control?”
I nod my head yes, and he pushes a palm into my shoulder blades. “Good. Bend forward.”
The solid surface is hard against my front, and my ass is fully displayed for his view. With my dress split and pushed up around my hips, underwear around one foot, I don’t hesitate to move when his foot meets mine and spreads my legs further apart.
He grunts his approval and runs his fingers up my slit, sending ripples of pleasure through me before sinking two fingers deep inside.
Fuck. I suck in a breath against the stretch. Nothing about this is gentle. His touch is a clear signal that I’m his. He can do whatever he wants to me, and I’m going to let him. I don’t bother to fight it. I want him.
I moan again when he dives another finger deep inside me.
His teeth graze my ear. “You’re going to come all over my cock.”
I don’t bother correcting him because at this moment, that’s all I want.
The thick head of his cock replaces his fingers at my entrance, and my eyes roll back in my head. “Yes. Please, Damon.”
“Please what?”
“Please, fuck me.”
“You’re so pretty when you beg for my cock.” He slams himself all the way in until his hips slap against my ass. He doesn’t give me time to adjust before withdrawing and slamming in again, his thrust doling out punishment and pleasure. I rock back, and he grips my hip, holding me in place. His grip is hard enough to leave bruises. He’s ruthless in his movements, drawing out my orgasm without mercy. This isn’t love; it’s possession, and I’m falling into it willingly.
“Fuck,” he hisses when I squeeze around him, and a sharp slap lands on my ass. “You’re so tight.”
The quick pain sends me over the cliff of my release. He quickens his pace, groaning his own release, and hot spurts fill my core.
Damon slides out of me, and his cum leaks down my leg. He grazes his teeth along the curve of my neck before sinking his teeth into my skin. I cry out at the sharp pain but don’t pull away.
He licks the mark he left, fingers gathering his cum and pushing it back inside me. “Don’t make me remind you again.”
He tugs my dress back into place, and cool air hits my heated skin when he pulls away. My mind finally clears just in time to see Damon slide the patio door open. Holy shit. Shit. Shit. How did I forget about Carter? Oh my God. I just let Damon fuck me in front of Carter. I look around frantically, but Damon chose his spot carefully. Carter had a front-row seat to Damon taking me, but everything below my waist was blocked by the island.
The hockey player doesn’t look at me while Damon walks him out of my apartment, hand grasped to the back of his neck.
Damon turns to me where I’m still standing frozen in the kitchen and commands, “Never pull that shit again.”
The door closes with a click, and the clear sound of the door locking catches my ears.
Damon Ares Everette the Third has a key to my apartment.
Chapter 17
Misty
The morning sun shines through the slit in my blinds, shining directly into my eyes. For a second, I let myself believe it was all just a messed-up dream, but the soreness between my thighs tells me the truth. I let Damon fuck me in front of someone else.
