Beauty in the Broken
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“For you to need me like food and water.”
Something inside my chest twists. He won’t settle for anything less than ruining me completely.
His breath feathers over my folds. “Let me taste you.”
The whisper is a devil’s temptation. It turns me inside out. My flesh arches toward him even as my heart screams in protest.
“Lina.” He closes his eyes and sighs like a tormented man. “Let me put my tongue on you.”
His fingers are digging into my ass, holding me where he wants me—ready for his mouth. I should fight, but I’m just a woman. My knees buckle a little. I’m not going to lose this round with nothing to show for it.
“What happened to your shirt?” I ask.
“Destroyed.”
“How?”
He hesitates for a moment, and so do I. If he tells me, I have to allow him oral. That’s how our unspoken exchange works. A part of me prays he’ll reject the deal, but it’s as if melting hot wax fills my stomach when he says, “I got into a fight.”
I take a small, steadying breath. “What kind of fight?”
His lips lift in one corner. “You’re a nosy little thing.”
“What kind of fight, Damian?”
“Fists.”
“Who did you beat?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“Who did you beat?”
“Sarel Visage.”
One of the men who dined with Harold the night Damian and I met. “Is he dead?”
“No.”
“Why did you beat him?”
“He deserved it.”
“What did he do?”
“You know what he did.”
“What did he do?”
“He was there.”
“That’s it?” That’s his sin? He was present the night Harold destroyed Damian’s dreams?
“He knew what Dalton was planning,” he says. “They all did.”
I let my mind wander back to that night. “Harold gave you a jacket when he saw you out.”
“I was naïve enough to mistake the gesture for kindness.” His laugh is bitter. “I didn’t discover the diamond until I got home. It dropped from the inside pocket when I threw the jacket over a chair.”
“Why didn’t you return it?”
“There was no point. I knew I was screwed. Who was going to believe me over Dalton? Anyway, the cops he sent after me were bought.”
“Why didn’t you run?”
“I had no money. I hid out for a while, but it didn’t take them long to smoke me out by threatening my family.”
Oh, Damian. How much Harold made him suffer. “You’re going for all of them.”
“Yes,” he replies without blinking. “Does it bother you?”
“No.” None of them are good men.
“What about your father?”
“What about him?”
“Are you upset about what I did to him?”
“About which part? Taking away his money or his dignity?”
“Both.”
“Do you want me to be?”
“No.”
“I’m not upset.”
“Why not? He’s your father.”
“He deserved it.”
“What about you, Lina?” His gaze pierces me, drilling through the bricks of the wall I’ve built around myself. “What shall I do with you?”
“You’re about to do it,” I whisper, my voice breaking on the last word, because my destruction is imminent. He’s going to chew me up and spit me out. When I escape, there’ll be nothing left of me.
“I’ll make it sweet.” As if to emphasize the promise, he places a soft kiss on my clit, and he does.
He makes it sweeter than anything I’ve experienced. He gazes up at me with ravenous hunger but traces the seam of my slit ever so lightly with his tongue. It’s hot. It’s wet. Too soft and too much. The sensation is so good, I go up on tiptoes, lifting slightly out of his reach, but he grips my ass harder and pulls me right back into his mouth. He starts eating me out with the gentlest of strokes. I can’t stop the whimpers falling from my lips. His tongue is wicked, stroking inside and igniting new, foreign fires. His lips are all over me, sucking softly. He grazes and nips my folds gently with his teeth.
“Damian.” I suck in a breath when he licks me again from top to bottom. “Please.”
I’m a puddle of desire, leaning into his face as he finally clamps down on my clit and grants me mercy. The climb to the top isn’t explosive. It’s a torturously slow crawl to the summit, wrenching every ounce of pleasure from me in a buildup that can only blow me to pieces.
I come so hard my vision blurs. The light from the bed lamp splinters into golden shards. On and on it goes, higher still. I dig my nails into his shoulders and grit my teeth to bear the torture as he continues eating me, savagely sweet. Spreading my globes, he holds me in place like a possessive lover while biting down softly. He delivers on his promise until I can’t take more. My clit is too sensitive. My folds burn from the abrasion of his stubble. Pushing on his shoulders, I fight to get away from the overwhelming sensations, but he’s too strong. I try to twist out of his hold, earning a slap on my ass and his bruising fingers on my injured hip. I choke on a cry. He freezes. The hurt makes my eyes tear up. The unexpected ache cuts the aftershocks from the orgasm short and kills the buzz of insupportable pleasure.