Page 4 of The Perfect Deception

His breath fans my ear a second before his teeth sink into my shoulder muscles. I love that even more, and I wrap my legsaround his waist and move faster, forcing him to fuck me harder. Deeper.

A low growl escapes as the intensity of his strokes enters a different dimension. Sweat covers every inch of his body while he groans and pounds into me with such ferocity that my orgasm crawls up my legs like I stepped on a live wire.

“Come with me, Frankie,” he urges, his voice raw. I can’t speak. I can only feel.

Together, we spiral into an inferno of pleasure. Mind-blowing fucking pleasure. I cry out like an animal, my body convulses with my orgasm tearing through me like a hurricane.

“Fuck!” Damien’s voice is a primal roar as his hand tightens around my throat, cutting off my breath. The intensity of his release takes him by storm, a force of nature unleashed.

It’s vicious and violent and beautiful.

As my breath returns in quick gasps, Damien nuzzles my neck, his lips brushing the sensitive spot below my ear. “Oh, God, Frankie,” he whispers, his voice filled with a mixture of reverence and triumph.

Damien’s grip slowly loosens, his fingers gently caressing my throat, soothing the remnants of the wildness that just happened. His eyes, dark and passionate, hold mine, conveying a thousand unspoken words.

Finally, after we both catch our breath and I can form a thought, he slides from my body as he lifts me off of the countertop and sets me on the floor. “Go get cleaned up. We’ll eat and then I’ll have you for dessert.”

I walk away on shaky legs, my body still humming to get cleaned up for dinner.

And dessert.

CHAPTER TWO

Damien

As good as it feels to have Francesca snuggled up against me in a deep, post-orgasmic sleep, my mind won’t allow me to relax. Having her at my side is better than I thought it would be, and I can’t imaginenothaving her here with me.

The sound of her deep breathing is the perfect soundtrack to my thoughts. I stare at the ceiling, thinking about how fucking splendid the shit with the cameras had worked out.

It wasn’t part of my plan, but there was no risk of being caught, so I was happy to invite Francesca to stay with me under the guise of protection. I’ll keep her safe, keep her under my thumb until I’m ready to execute the rest of my plans.

Until then, the time is ripe for me to kick this shit into high gear. Frankie and I are undoubtedly closer than we were before we started living together, but I need more. She’s in love with me, I canfeelit. Not that I know fuck all about falling in love, but I can admit that my fondness for her, my desire to own her, is increasing with each passing day.

I look at her, so calm and peaceful in sleep. Her full lips part slightly and there are no traces of the stress that shows in her waking hours. It’s all me. Every thought in her head, whether or not she knows it, is about me. The serial killer haunting her dreams and turning them into nightmares and the man she is turning her heart over to. She is consumed by me, and she doesn’t even realize it.

Yet.

But she will. Soon.

A soft moan escapes her lips, and she reaches out to me in her sleep, brows dipping as her hand lands on my leg. One eye opens and then the other. “Damien, is everything okay?”

I plaster on a charming smile and turn to her. “Everything is great, just couldn’t sleep.”

“Something on your mind?”

“Other than you?” I wiggle my brows. “There are only two things I think about, Francesca. Work and you, and not always in that order.”

Her chuckle is soft and sleepy. “Charming even in the middle of the night.”

I slide down so that we’re face to face, pulling her closer to me. “I’m glad you think so.” When I kiss her softly, gently at first, the little moan she makes in the back of her throat ignites my desire. I deepen the kiss and push my hips against hers, teasing her until she throws one leg over my hip, bringing me flush against her swollen pussy lips.

“Yeah? Why is that?”

“Because,” I whisper, and press a line of kisses across her collarbone. “I want to take you away for a few days.” No woman can resist an impromptu luxury vacation.

“That sounds nice,” she moans as I rub my cock against her folds. “But I can’t.”

“You can,” I insist. “You need a few days to clear your head. A few days away from the office so you can come back refreshed.”

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