Chapter 140: Chapter 142: Private Lounge
He led her through the connecting door to his office, past his desk to another door she’d only been through once....the private lounge he kept for late nights when he didn’t want to go home.
It was elegant and masculine: dark leather furniture, expensive scotch on a bar cart, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. And in the back, separated by a decorative screen, was a daybed designed for catnaps between meetings.
Damien locked the door behind them with a decisive click.
"We’ve never...." Aria started.
"I know. I’ve been saving it." He pulled her against him, his hands already working at the buttons of her silk blouse. "Wanted your first time here to be memorable. Wanted to make you come so hard on that daybed that you’d never be able to look at it again without blushing."
Her blouse fell open, and he made quick work of her bra, tossing it aside before his mouth descended to her breast.
She gasped, her hands fisting in his hair as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing just hard enough to send pleasure-pain shooting through her.
"Damien...."
"Quiet," he murmured against her skin. "I’m busy."
His hands went to her skirt, unzipping it, pushing it down her hips along with her panties until she stood before him in nothing but her heels.
"Beautiful," he said, his eyes traveling over her slowly. "Absolutely fucking perfect. And all mine."
He was still fully dressed....suit, tie, the picture of a powerful CEO. The contrast between his clothed dominance and her naked vulnerability sent a thrill through her.
"On the bed," he commanded. "On your back.
Legs spread. Show me that juicy pussy of yours."
Aria moved to obey, her heart pounding, already so aroused she could feel how wet she was.
She lay back on the soft leather, spreading her legs the way he wanted, exposing herself completely to his hungry gaze.
"Touch yourself," he said, loosening his tie but making no move to undress. "Show me how you touch yourself when you think about me. Show me what you do when I’m not there to satisfy you."
"I don’t....I mean, I haven’t...."
"Liar." His smile was wicked. "You’re telling me you’ve never touched yourself while thinking about what I do to you? Never gotten yourself off remembering how it feels when I’m inside you Aria?"
Heat flooded her face because he was right. She had. Multiple times. Usually late at night when the ache for him became too much to ignore.
"That’s what I thought." He settled into the leather chair facing the bed, his posture relaxed but his eyes absolutely predatory. "Now show me. Let me watch you make yourself feel good."
Her hand trembled as she moved it between her thighs, fingers sliding through her embarrassingly wet folds.
"That’s it," Damien encouraged, his voice rough. "Touch your clit. Slowly. Make yourself feel good while I watch."
She began to circle her clit with tentative fingers, the sensation pleasant but nothing compared to when he touched her.
"Look at me," he commanded. "Keep your eyes on mine while you touch yourself. I want to see your face when you make yourself come."
She forced her eyes open, met his intense gaze, and the heat there made her movements bolder.
"Faster," he said. "And use your other hand. Play with your breasts. Pinch your nipples the way I do."
She obeyed, her left hand moving to her breast, fingers pinching and rolling her nipple while her right hand worked between her thighs.
"Good girl. You’re so wet already. I can see it from here. Your pussy is glistening, desperate for my cock." He shifted in his chair, and she could see the prominent bulge in his pants. "But first, you’re going to come like this. Show me how desperate you are."
She increased the pressure on her clit, her hips beginning to move involuntarily, chasing the building pleasure.
"That’s it. Fuck yourself with your fingers. Let me see you take what you need."
She slid two fingers inside herself, gasping at the sensation, her thumb continuing to work her clit.
"Damien...."
"I know, baby. I know you’re close. I can see it. The way your thighs are shaking. The way your breathing’s changed. Come for me. Let me watch you fall apart."
The permission was all she needed. Her orgasm crashed through her with shocking intensity, her back arching, a cry tearing from her throat.
Before she’d even stopped shaking, Damien was on her.
He’d stripped off his jacket and tie, unbuttoned his shirt enough to expose his chest, and freed his cock from his pants....but he was still mostly dressed, which somehow made this even more intense.
"My turn," he growled, positioning himself between her thighs. "My turn to claim that pussy."
He entered her in one brutal thrust, and she screamed....not in pain but from the overwhelming sensation of being filled so completely while still sensitive from her orgasm.
"Fuck, you’re tight," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Still so tight even after everything I’ve done to you. Your body was made for my cock, Aria. Made to take me. Made to be claimed by me."
He set a punishing pace, each thrust driving her up the daybed, the leather creaking beneath them.
"This is what you are to me," he said, his voice rough with emotion and desire. "Not some trophy. Not some conquest. You’re the woman I love. The woman I choose. The woman who owns me as completely as I own you."
She could barely think, could barely breathe, overwhelmed by sensation and emotion.
"Say you’re mine," he demanded, his hand moving to her throat...not squeezing, just holding, just holding her in place while his dick moves in and out of her pussy. "Say it, Aria. Tell me who you belong to."
"Yours," she gasped. "I’m yours, Damien. Only yours."
"That’s right. And I’m yours. Completely. Irrevocably. Forever." He increased his pace, harder, deeper, each thrust a physical claim. "The whole fucking world could tell me you’re wrong for me, and I’d still choose you. Every. Single. Time."
She came again....her walls clamping down on him so hard he groaned.
"Again," he demanded, his fingers finding her oversensitized clit. "Give me another one. Show me how much your body loves being claimed by me."
"I can’t.....too much...."
"You can. And you will. Because I’m not done with you yet."
He was relentless, his cock driving into her while his fingers worked her clit, pushing her toward another orgasm even as her body screamed it was too much.
When she came the third time, it was with tears streaming down her face, overwhelmed by pleasure and emotion and the sheer intensity of what he made her feel.
Damien followed her over with a roar, his body tensing, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his release.
For a long moment, they just stayed like that....both gasping, both trembling, both completely wrecked.
Then Damien was pulling out carefully, repositioning them so she was sprawled across his chest, his arms wrapped around her protectively.
"I meant what I said," he murmured against her hair. "I don’t care what games the Ashfords play. I don’t care what traps they set. You’re mine, and nothing they do will change that."
"I know," Aria whispered. "I trust you."
"Good. Because we’re going to face whatever they throw at us together. And when my grandfather gets here in less than two weeks, he’s going to see exactly what I see: a brilliant, strong, incredible woman who’s exactly where she belongs."
Aria closed her eyes, letting herself believe it. Letting herself trust that love really could be enough.
She had no idea that across town, Harold Ashford was reviewing the private investigator’s full report with a satisfied smile.
She had no idea that Victoria was already planning the "social event" designed to expose her inadequacies.
She had no idea that the real battle was about to begin.
But for now, in this moment, wrapped in Damien’s arms in his private sanctuary, she let herself just feel safe.
And that would have to be enough to sustain her through whatever came next.
