Chapter 117: Chapter 116: "I can’t seem to stop."
DAMIEN’S POV
Damien made it home, poured three fingers of scotch, and stood in his study staring at nothing.
He was still hard. Had been hard the entire drive home. Still rock-hard now, hours later, his body demanding relief he refused to give it.
Because if he touched himself, he’d think about her. About how she’d felt on his lap, how she’d tasted, how her body had clenched around his fingers.
And thinking about it would only make the craving worse.
He’d lasted one month without touching her. One month of cold distance and professional boundaries.
And now that he’d broken that control....now that he’d tasted her again, claimed her again....he couldn’t think about anything else.
It had been two sessions. Two encounters in one day. And already he was planning the next.
Tomorrow, he’d touch her again. Maybe in the morning, before anyone arrived. Or during lunch, locked in his office. Or after hours, when the building was empty and he could take his time.
He wanted to map every inch of her with his mouth. Wanted to make her come in every position he could imagine. Wanted to hear her scream his name until her voice was hoarse.
Wanted to fuck her on his desk, against the windows, on the floor of his office. Wanted to mark her so thoroughly that everyone would know she belonged to him.
But he couldn’t. Not yet.
Because if he fucked her now....if he took that final step....it would mean something. Would mean he was all in, ready to trust her completely, willing to risk his heart again.
And he wasn’t there yet.
His phone buzzed. A text from Julian.
How did it go?
Damien stared at the message, debating how to respond.
I claimed her. Twice. Made her come in my office. And I’m already planning tomorrow.
Fine.
That’s all I get? "Fine"?
What do you want me to say?
The truth. Are you moving forward or just torturing yourself?
Damien set down his phone without answering because he didn’t have an answer.
He drained his scotch, poured another, and tried to ignore the ache in his body and the confusion in his heart.
Tomorrow. He’d figure it out tomorrow.
For tonight, he’d settle for the memory of her taste and the knowledge that....for now at least....she was his.
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ARIA’S POV - Tuesday Morning, 7:30 AM
Aria arrived at the office fifteen minutes early, her stomach in knots.
She didn’t know what to expect today. More tests? More claiming sessions that left her breathless and confused?
The receptionist smiled as she passed. "Morning, Aria! You’re here early."
"Big project," she managed, heading for the elevators.
When she reached the 47th floor, it was still mostly empty. Just a few early birds settling at their desks.
And Damien. Already in his office, working.
He looked up as she approached her desk, his eyes tracking her movements with predatory focus.
Her phone buzzed immediately.
Good morning. Coffee. My office. Now.
She prepared his coffee with shaking hands and knocked on his door.
"Come in."
She entered, closing the door behind her.
He stood from his desk, moved toward her with that deliberate grace that made her pulse race.
"Good morning, Aria."
"Good morning, Damien."
He took the coffee, set it aside without drinking it, and backed her against the door.
"I couldn’t sleep last night," he murmured, his hands bracing on either side of her head. "Do you know why?"
"No, Damien."
"Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About how you tasted. About the sounds you made when you came on my fingers." His voice dropped to that dangerous register. "About all the ways I want to make you fall apart."
Her breath came faster. "Damien...."
"People will start arriving soon. In about twenty minutes, this floor will be full." His mouth brushed her ear. "But right now, it’s just us. And I find myself wanting....needing—to touch you again."
"We just....yesterday we...."
"I know. And I should have more control. Should be able to wait." His hand slid down, traced the curve of her hip. "But I’ve been starving for you for over a month, Aria. And now that I’ve tasted you again...." His teeth grazed her earlobe. "I can’t seem to stop."
"What are you saying?"
"I’m saying you should prepare yourself. Because for the foreseeable future, I’m going to be insatiable. I’m going to touch you every chance I get. Morning sessions. Afternoon breaks. Late nights." His hand slid under her skirt, traced the line of her panties. "I’m going to make you come so many times you lose count."
A whimper escaped her throat.
"But I’m not going to fuck you. Not yet. Not until...." He paused, and she felt the war in him. "Not until I’m ready."
"How will you know when you’re ready?"
"I don’t know. But I’ll know." His fingers slipped beneath her panties, found her already wet. "Fuck, you’re soaked already. Just from me talking to you."
"Yes, Damien....."
"Turn around. Hands on the door."
She obeyed, her heart racing. Through the glass wall, she could see the elevator doors opening, more employees arriving.
"We don’t have much time," he said, his fingers sliding through her folds. "So this is going to be quick. Understood Aria?"
"Yes."
His fingers plunged inside her, two at once, and she gasped.
"Quiet," he commanded. "People are arriving. Unless you want them to hear how desperate you are for me."
She bit her lip as his fingers began moving, fast and hard, giving her no time to adjust. His other hand came around, found her clit, and began rubbing in firm circles.
"Come for me," he ordered. "Right now. Before anyone notices we’re in here together."
The combination of his fingers inside her, his thumb on her clit, and the urgency in his voice pushed her over the edge embarrassingly fast.
Her orgasm hit hard, her body clenching around his fingers, and she had to press her forehead against the door to muffle her cry.
He worked her through it, then withdrew his fingers and stepped back.
"Good girl. Now fix yourself. You have about three minutes before Emma gets here."
She turned, found him licking his fingers clean again, that dark satisfaction in his eyes.
"Damien...."
"This is how it is going to be for a while now, Aria" he said calmly, moving back to his desk. "I suggest you get used to it."
Then he picked up his coffee, took a sip, and returned to his work like nothing had happened.
Leaving her trembling against the door, wondering how she was going to survive this.
How she was going to function when he planned to claim her multiple times a day.
How her body was going to keep up with his insatiable need.
But as she smoothed down her skirt and hurried back to her desk just as Sarah stepped off the elevator....
She realized she didn’t want him to stop.
Didn’t want him to regain control.
Wanted him exactly like this....desperate, hungry, unable to resist her.
Because maybe.....just maybe....if he needed her this badly, trust would follow.
