Beauty in the Broken

Lifting my nightdress higher, he tilts his head to examine my side. His expression turns from lustful to thunderous in less than a heartbeat.

“Who did this to you?” he asks in a voice so cold it sends a chill down my spine.

If I tell him what Zane did, Zane will tell him I’m looking for the documents, and there can be no mistaking why I’m hunting for those pieces of paper. Damian will know I’m planning to escape. I can’t let him have the upper hand of that knowledge. Not until I’m long gone.

“I asked you a question, Lina.”

“I bumped into the basin.”

“Don’t lie to me. Don’t you ever, fucking dare.”

It takes everything I’ve got not to falter under his stare. “It’s the truth.” I did bump into the basin. After Zane slammed me against it.

His eyes scrunch in the corners as he runs an examining gaze over me. Gripping my chin, he tilts my head. I’ve applied concealer to my nose. It’s only slightly swollen, but he misses nothing.

“Did you bump your nose, too?”

“I was barefoot and wet from the pool. The tiles were slippery.”

His nostrils flare. His chest rises with rapid breaths as violence builds in him like a storm. He’s going to question every person in this house until he has a confession. Zane won’t keep my secret when Damian’s ire rains down on him in brutal blows.

I do the only thing I can to stop him. Gripping his hard thighs, I sink down to my knees. “Please, Damian. Let me taste you, too.”

Chapter 11

Damian

I only realize I’m gripping Lina’s hands too hard when she utters a small cry. I’m cupping them over my thighs, both stilling and willing her exploration. My intention is to push her away, but fuck it to hell and back, she’s on her knees between my legs. What I should be doing—finding out why she has bruises—flies out the window. I go dumb as the little blood I have left in my brain joins the rest of my body’s supply in my cock. Instead of chasing answers, I lock my fingers in an involuntary action around her wrists, preventing her from escaping.

Damn, her body is small. My fingers largely overwrap her wrists. She pulls on my hold, not hard enough to fight me, but enough to drive me back to my senses. One by one, I lift my fingers. When her hands are free, she doesn’t run as she should. She reaches for the buckle of my belt. Her fingers tremble trying to undo it. She struggles for a while before I push her hands away and make quick work of unfastening the buckle and my pants. I watch her as I pull down the zipper and let my fly fall open over my erection.

She stares at the bulge under my briefs as if it’s a frightening object. Surely, she’s given head? The flash of uncertainty I see in her eyes makes me doubt.

“Done this before?”

She gives a small shake of her head. Holy hell. How in fuck’s name can any man live with Lina, sleep with Lina, fuck Lina, and not sink his cock between those luscious lips? Unless oral wasn’t Clarke’s thing, which would make him the biggest dead fool ever to be buried.

“Has anyone gone down on you before?” I ask as the suspicion grows in my mind.

“You were the first,” she answers softly.

Well, fuck me. I’m too far gone to contemplate the reasons, and way too satisfied in a primitive way that I got to be her first to regret not initiating her more slowly. The only thing holding me back from shoving my cock up to the hilt into her pretty mouth is the significance of the moment.

I force the words from my mouth before I lose whatever reason I have left. “It’s not too late to change your mind.” Maybe Clarke wasn’t the problem. Maybe giving blowjobs isn’t her thing.

Again, a small shake of her head. Bracing herself with her hands on my thighs, she waits, and I’m too eager to oblige. I’ve given her a chance to back out. She didn’t run. Her mouth is mine.

I free my cock from the last layer of constraint, literally waving my hardness in her face. I want her to take it all in, to remember every single detail of what’s about to happen. She stares at the first drop of pre-cum as if hypnotized, but she doesn’t reach out to touch me. That’s all right. I can touch for the both of us. Cupping her neck, I bring her face closer. I grip my shaft with the other hand to drag the head over her lips, coating them with that drop of arousal. She doesn’t flick out her tongue to taste it, but that’s all right, too. I’m going to teach her how to please me.