Damien loved me, but when he was angry, he fucked me like he hated me, and I loved every second of it.
Straight away, he thrust into me with hard, fast-paced strokes. I slammed my hand over my mouth when a cry climbed up my throat. I was very aware of whose house I was in, and I was trying to keep our lovemaking silent instead of confirming what Keela and Alec already knew we were doing, but Damien wouldn’t allow it. He grabbed my hand, pulled it from my mouth, and pinned it to my side. He pounded into me, and I cried out in delight.
“Yes, harder!” I shouted. “Fuck!”
“Let them hear you,” he growled. “Let them know exactly what I’m doing to you.”
He leaned his head down to mine, and just when I thought he was going to kiss me, he dipped his head, brought his mouth to my neck, and he bit me. Not enough to break the skin, but enough for it to sting with pain. I hissed, but my body arched against Damien’s, confusing the pain with pleasure. Everything happened rapidly then. Damien leaned back, then balancing himself on one arm, he removed his hand from my wrist and brought it to my pussy. He rubbed his thumb up and down before he rested it on my clit and swirled it around. My breath caught, and an orgasm began to build.
“Damien.”
His eyes fluttered shut. “Again.”
I groaned as he bucked into me, stealing my breath.
“Say it again!”
“Damien.”
“Fu...ck.” He licked his lower lip. “I’m gonna come.”
He pinched my clit the second the words left his mouth, and the pain caused my orgasm to unexpectedly slam into me. A silent cry passed my lips as a pulse of ecstasy started at my clit and spread outward like scorching flames. The sensation wrapped around every muscle and drained me of energy. I hadn’t realised that my eyes had closed, but when I blinked them open, Damien was already pulling out of my body. He retrieved my underwear as I pushed myself up to my elbows. He didn’t speak a word to me as he slid them back up my shaking legs to my mid-thigh so I could pull them the rest of the way up.
“I didn’t wear a rubber,” he said. “You’ll have to go to the bathroom so your panties don’t get ruined.”
I lay back on the bed in a sweaty mess and tried to remember if I took my pill that morning. I couldn’t recall whether I did, and I inwardly kicked myself.
“I’m mortified.”
“Why?”
“Why?” I repeated incredulously. “We aren’t at home. We can’t just have sex in your brother’s house like it’s okay.”
“I told you about your attitude and what I was going to do if you had one with me.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m aware.”
“You could have said no.” He shrugged. “If you showed any sign of not wanting me, I wouldn’t have touched you and you know it.”
I gritted my teeth. “Ye’ know I can’t think straight when ye’ start touchin’ me.”
My body acted of its own accord when Damien put his hands on me. Like a shark who caught the scent of blood, he needed to feed. When Damien touched me, I needed him to never stop touching me.
“Yeah,” he replied, and I heard the smile in his tone. “I know.”
I exhaled a breath.
“I’m still mad at ye’ over our fight.”
“And I’m still mad at you over it,” Damien replied. “But don’t for one second think I don’t love you because I do. My brothers don’t care if their women talk shit to them, but I do, so remember that when you want to run your mouth.”
It was almost embarrassing how attractive I found him to be when he was domineering.
“Yeah.” I grunted. “I got that message loud and clear, bossy hole.”
He pulled me to my feet, and before I could fix my underwear and dress, Damien caught my chin with his fingers, tipped my head back, and pressed his lips to mine. He kissed me until my hands found their way up to his hair and tangled around the thick strands. My toes curled, and my body pressed against him before I realised I had moved. His arms were wrapped around my waist, and when we finally separated, my eyes were closed, and my breathing was laboured.
Damien, on the other hand, sounded perfectly fine.
“Ye’ can’t kiss me when I’m mad at ye’.”
I opened my eyes just as he invaded my space.
“Fucking watch me.”
I experienced a moment of déjà vu because I was sure he said something just as similar to me once before. Before he could dip his head and kiss me again, I backed away from him, keeping my eyes trained on his.
“I have to get cleaned up.”
He rolled his eyes over me, then jerked his head as if to give me permission to go to the bathroom. When I narrowed my eyes, a delicious grin tugged at his plump lips. With my head held high, I turned and walked as best as I could with my underwear around my thighs to leave the bedroom and go into the bathroom. After relieving myself and cleaning up, I washed my hands and returned to the bedroom to find Damien had already remade the bed and had the room looking just as pretty as when we first entered.