Instead, she wrapped her arms around him and Damon picked her up. She circled her legs around his waist and gasped as his cock pressed against her core. She should tell him no, that she didn’t want this. It would all be lies. This was what she wanted. It was the only thing making sense to her.
He tore open her shirt and she gasped as he suddenly had a knife in his hand. He slid the blunt end between the valley of her tits, and the fabric gave way underneath the strength of the blade.
She cried out as he growled against her flesh and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He bit down on a bud before moving to the next. Back and forth, he went, licking and flicking his tongue against each nipple, biting down and then sucking hard on them.
It wasn’t enough.
His hands pushed the skirt she wore up around her waist. She tore at his belt, opening up his pants as he tore the fabric of her panties out of the way. He shoved her hand aside and took hold of his cock, pulling himself clear of the pants. The tip of his dick slid between her slit and as he moved up and down, bumping her clit, she cried out. Slowly, he sank inside her. Each inch filling her up until he gripped her hips and slammed the rest of the way inside her, taking her breath away.
“Fuck!” She cried out the word as he fucked her hard.
His hands dug into her hips so tight they were going to leave marks.
“I will take care of you. You’re mine, Isabella. I’m not like other men. I won’t beat you for your mouth, or hurt you for your anger. No, I’m going to fuck you into submission.”
All of a sudden, he pulled out of her and she didn’t know how he did it, but he had her pressed up against the wall. Her hands flat to it, her back arched and his fingers were inside her, stroking a part that made her melt. He plunged two—or was it three fingers?—where his cock had been.
At first, it felt a little tight and full but as he worked her, she started to rock onto his hands.
Then he touched her clit and he pressed his body flush against her back.
She cried out his name.
His lips grazed her neck.
She gasped.
“You see, Isabella. I know how to keep you in line. I know what you want.” He kissed down her back, going to the base, close to her ass.
He pulled the fingers from inside her and began to circle her anus. She tensed up.
“There is nothing I wouldn’t explore with you. All you’ve got to do is be willing to give me the chance.”
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you there isn’t nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Nothing I wouldn’t give you. All you’ve got to do is ask.”
“Then let me go home.”
“Anything apart from that.”
Before she had time to retaliate, he pinched her clit, stopping all thought as pain and pleasure rushed together, flooding her body in arousal.
She was so close.
“I want to feel you come,” he said.
When he slammed inside her, she was more than ready. So close that after just a few thrusts, she was hurtled into an orgasm that took her breath away. She screamed, shook, and kept pressing against him, trying to get him to go as deep as possible, riding the wave.
Damon took over, fucking her, guiding her to a second orgasm as he reached his first and she felt him come. The kick and pulse of his cock.
She couldn’t exactly remember what they were arguing about.
****
“She’ll hate it in the city,” Randy said.
“She’ll adapt.”
“She loves that house.”
Damon glared at the man. “She will learn to leave that house.”
“Why are you so determined for her to leave the one place that gives her peace?”
He looked at Randy. His loyalty, his errands, they were all still … too coincidental for Damon. He didn’t trust him.
“The house has become a security blanket,” he said. Not only was he doing this for Isabella’s best interests, but he was also taking her out of a domain certain people knew inside-out. In the city, her life wasn’t mundane. He never kept to any one pattern, and so he made sure his wife didn’t either.
Where there was no pattern, there was no way to plan an attack. No one had tried to kill her in the past couple of weeks leading up to their wedding, but it didn’t mean they wouldn’t try. He’d also left the Drago house seemingly untouched, unprotected. He’d installed plenty of security cameras and sensors. He’d be alerted the moment someone tried to get inside the house and to look for whatever it was they wanted.
“And you want to take the security blanket away?” Randy asked.