I’ve never acted this way not even with people I knew and trusted. Yet here I am in a strange man’s house after spending hours letting him take my body any way he wanted.
I looked down at the marks he’d left on my body and felt my womb contract with the memory of how they got there. And that quickly my body wanted him again.
I felt the ache between my thighs, but not even that could stop me from wanting to feel him pressing me down, holding me close as he drove himself into me.
8
Damien
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I was back to being myself by the time I walked into the home office. “I know I don’t have to tell you to beef up security while she’s here. You guys keep your eyes open and your ears to the ground.” I ordered Clyde and Max who’d followed me into the room.
“Already taken care of boss. Anything else?”
“Yeah, since I sent the staff away, there’s no cook. I need you to make a run for dinner. I’d suggest going out but it’s too soon to take her out in public. Besides, I haven’t made that call to her old man yet.”
“Not to worry boss we’re on it. That Mediterranean place on the square?” He mentioned this place that I used to be fond of when I grew up here; the first place I’d gone to eat upon my return. “That’ll work!” I waited for the two of them to leave before relaxing back in the chair.
I was even having second thoughts about making the call now but it couldn’t be helped. I squashed the moment of doubt I had as my fingers pressed the first few numbers. There was no need for that shit.
This thing had been set in motion long before I met her, I can’t let myself be waylaid by some hot pink snatch. As I thought it I saw those innocent eyes of hers in my mind’s eye and felt that quivering in my gut again. So fucking innocent!
If I could get my hands on her old man I would strangle his ass with my bare hands, but I had other shit to take care of first before we got to that. Like destroying his fucking life the way he had my dad’s.
I don’t know why I’m mad at him about this shit, I just am. Not like I didn’t hate his fucking guts enough already. But how could he be so fucking careless?
How could he leave her out there like that for a motherfucker like me to find? Why hadn’t there been any protection in place for her? And why the fuck do I care?
Don’t you fucking go soft over some tight pussy! Oh sure it was Grade-A fucking pussy, but it wasn’t enough to make me forget who I was or where I came from, or more importantly, what I was doing here.
At least that’s what I keep telling myself. But each time I’d pounded my cock in and out of her body there was an annoying little voice whispering to me how good it would be to keep her with me a little while longer.
I can’t fucking do it. That’s getting way too fucking close to the enemy for one thing, and I’m not the settling down type for another. A female like her would exact too much of my motherfucking time with her needy shit.
Nope, princesses like her were not my style. But her pussy though…Fuck it Damien get your shit together you have shit to do. You’ve come too far to turn this shit around now. But the thought of her hating me made me feel strange.
Just my fucking luck, she’d be the one. I can’t say I’m surprised. I’ve been a fuck up most of my life, or at least by society’s standards I was. Fuck society, they hadn’t lost their mother when they were too young to know.
They weren’t raised by a long line of disinterested nannies who were only in it for the money. I endured it all, including the absentee dad who had buried his grief in work and business deals.
I’d rebelled in the most spectacular ways. Drugs, fights, fucking anything with a pulse, until I fucked the wife of some uptight politician with a burr up his ass. Apparently I’d gone too far that time.
I was nineteen she was in her late thirties. I hated her blowhard husband so I seduced her and fucked the shit out of her on the family couch. I probably shouldn’t have taped the shit, but what the fuck, I was young.
Dad had lost his shit when it came to light, but by then I’d already made a pretty penny off that tape, not to mention getting the politician to vote the other way on something very near and dear to me.