Chapter 151: Chapter153: Show me how desperate you are
Aria cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders for balance as he began to move. His thumb stayed on her clit, circling with perfect pressure while his fingers curved inside her, hitting that spot that made her see stars.
"That’s it," he encouraged, his free hand moving to her breast, pinching her nipple just hard enough to make pleasure and pain blur together. "Ride my fingers. Show me how desperate you are."
She moved her hips, fucking herself on his hand, completely lost to sensation. The wrongness of doing this in his study, where staff could hear, where anyone could walk in.....it only made it hotter.
"You’re going to come for me," Damien said, his voice commanding. "Right here, on my fingers, in my study. And then you’re going to come twice more before I even get you to the bedroom. Because I own this pussy now, Aria. I own every orgasm. Every moan. Every desperate whimper."
His words pushed her over the edge. She came with a broken cry, her walls clamping down on his fingers, her body shaking with the intensity of it.
But he didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. Just kept moving his fingers, working her through the orgasm and immediately building toward another.
"Damien....too much....I can’t....."
"You can. And you will." His fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing harder on her clit. "Give me another one. Now."
The second orgasm hit even harder, making her scream, her nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks through his shirt.
"Perfect," he murmured, still not stopping. "One more, baby. Give me three, and then I’ll take you upstairs and really make you fall apart."
"I can’t.....please—Damien...."
But her body was already climbing again, impossibly, overwhelmed and oversensitive and completely at his mercy.
"Yes, you can. Because you’re mine. Because your body knows who owns it. Because I’m going to keep doing this until you understand that every part of you belongs to me."
The third orgasm was smaller but somehow more devastating, leaving her sobbing and trembling and completely boneless in his lap.
Finally, he withdrew his fingers, brought them to his mouth, and sucked them clean while maintaining eye contact.
"Delicious," he said. "I’ll never get tired of tasting you."
Aria could barely think, barely breathe. She watched in a daze as he straightened her skirt, pulled it back down over her thighs.
But when he reached for her panties, he paused.
"Actually, you won’t be needing these tonight." He pulled them off completely, stuffed them in his pocket. "Much better. Now you can walk around knowing you’re bare under that skirt. Knowing that I could bend you over any surface in this house and fuck you without anything in my way."
"Damien....the staff....."
"The staff know exactly what we do behind closed doors. Or sometimes not behind closed doors." He stood, lifting her easily in his arms. "Now, let’s get you upstairs. I have plans for you. Very detailed, very thorough plans that are going to take all night."
He carried her out of the study, and Aria caught a glimpse of Lucy and Mrs. Chen in the sitting room. Both women were smiling knowingly as Damien carried her toward the stairs.
Aria waved weakly, her face flushing hot, and heard Lucy’s delighted laugh echo behind them.
"They know," Aria said against Damien’s shoulder.
"Of course they know. Everyone in this house knows exactly what I do to you. How I make you scream. How I claim you." He started up the stairs. "And I don’t care. Let them know. Let everyone know that you’re mine."
*****
The moment they were in the master suite, Damien kicked the door closed and carried Aria straight to the bed. But he didn’t lay her down gently. Instead, he set her on her feet and started undressing her properly.
The shirt was already gone, discarded in his study. He unzipped her skirt, let it pool at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her heels.
"Keep those on," he said, his eyes traveling over her naked body. "I want to fuck you in nothing but those heels."
He watched her swallow hard, saw the way her pupils dilated, the way her breathing quickened.
Three weeks. Three weeks of her living here part-time, of stolen moments between meetings, of quick encounters that never fully satisfied the hunger that consumed him.
But now? Now she was here permanently. Now he had all night. Had every night. Had forever to explore every fantasy, every dark desire, every way he wanted to claim her.
"On the bed," he commanded. "On your back. Legs spread. Show me what’s mine."
She obeyed, climbing onto the massive bed, positioning herself exactly how he wanted. Vulnerable. Exposed. Completely at his mercy.
Damien took his time undressing, watching her watch him. Saw the way her eyes tracked every button of his shirt, every inch of revealed skin. The way she bit her lip when he unbuckled his belt, the anticipation clear on her face.
When he was finally naked, his cock already hard and aching, he climbed onto the bed between her thighs.
"Do you know what I’m going to do to you tonight?" he asked, his hands running up her legs, spreading them wider.
"Tell me," she whispered.
"I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk. Until you’re so sore and used and completely wrecked that tomorrow, every time you move, you’ll feel me. You’ll remember this night. Remember who owns your body."
He lowered his head between her thighs, and she gasped as his tongue slid through her folds.
"Still so wet," he murmured against her sensitive flesh. "Even after coming three times in my study. Your body is insatiable for me, isn’t it?"
"Yes....oh god....Damien...."
He ate her like a man starving, his tongue working her clit while his fingers pressed inside her again. She was already sensitive, already overwhelmed, and it took less than two minutes before she was coming again, her fourth orgasm of the night.
But he was just getting started.
He moved up her body, positioned himself at her entrance, and thrust inside in one brutal stroke.
Aria screamed, her back arching off the bed, her hands clutching at his shoulders.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," he groaned, giving her no time to adjust before he started moving. Deep, punishing strokes that had her gasping with each thrust. "So tight. So perfect. Made for my cock."
"Damien....it’s too much.....you’re too deep...."
"You can take it. You were made to take me. Made to be fucked by me." He gripped her thighs, pulled them up around his waist, changing the angle so he could go even deeper. "That’s it. Take all of me. Every fucking inch."
He set a brutal pace, fucking her hard and fast, the bed slamming against the wall with each thrust. She was moaning continuously now, overwhelmed but taking everything he gave her.
"This is what it means to live with me," he said, his voice rough. "This is what I meant when I said I’d fuck you whenever I want. Hard. Rough. Until you’re screaming my name."
"Damien....I’m going to....I can’t...."
"Yes, you can. Come on my cock, Aria. Let me feel you fall apart."
She came with a scream that he was sure the entire staff heard, her walls clamping down on him so hard he nearly lost control.
But he forced himself to hold back. Wasn’t done with her yet. Not even close.
He pulled out, ignoring her whimper of protest, and flipped her onto her stomach.
"Ass up," he commanded. "Present yourself to me."
She obeyed with shaking limbs, getting onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air, completely exposed to him.
"Beautiful," he murmured, running his hand over the curve of her ass. "Absolutely fucking perfect."
He entered her from behind, and the new angle made them both groan. From here, he could go deeper, harder, could watch his cock disappear into her with each thrust.
"Look at you," he said, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Taking my cock so well. Like you were made for this. Made to be fucked like this."
He fucked her relentlessly, each thrust driving her forward on the bed, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
"Touch yourself," he commanded. "Make yourself come while I fuck you from behind."
Her hand moved between her thighs, and he felt her walls flutter around him as she found her clit.
"That’s it. Good girl. Make yourself come on my cock. Show me how much you love being fucked like this."
She came with a broken sob, her sixth orgasm, and this time he couldn’t hold back. His own release slammed through him, and he buried himself as deep as he could go, filling her with everything he had.
For a moment, they both just stayed there, gasping for breath, trembling with aftershocks.
Then he pulled out carefully and turned her over, gathering her into his arms.
"We’re not done," he said against her hair. "Just taking a break. Then I’m going to fuck you again. And again. Until you pass out from exhaustion."
"I don’t think I can survive that," she said weakly.
"You will. Because you’re mine. Because your body was made to take everything I give you. Because I’m never going to get enough of you."
He kissed her deeply, possessively, a promise of everything still to come.
And as she melted against him, completely trusting, completely his, Damien felt something settle in his chest.
This was home. Not the estate, not the wealth, not the empire he’d built.
Her. In his arms. In his bed. In his life.
This was everything that mattered.
And he’d destroy anyone who tried to take it away from him.
