Page 3 of The Perfect Deception

Suddenly, all I want at this moment is Damien. I mean Ialwayswant Damien. He’s gorgeous and romantic, but right now, having his cock buried deep in me is the only thing I want.

The only thing I need.

His gaze drops to my lips, and the space between us feels electric, like a current snapping in the air. My knees wobble, a shaky breath escaping as our eyes meet. The intensity in his stare makes my chest tighten, and my breathing becomes shallow, uneven, as if I can’t quite catch it.

I grab his face in my hands and slide my tongue against his lips, teasing him until he moans into my mouth and his hands tightly grip my hips.

“Damien.” I pull back, breathless. Needy.

His look is so dark and wicked, so sexy my panties go up in immediate flames. His hand reaches out, turning the sauce to a low simmer. “We have as much time as we need.”

“Good.” I attack his mouth again, jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs around him so that his cock presses right between my thighs. Damien moves us away from the stove and I slide down his body slowly, smiling as I make quick work of his light blue button-up shirt, shoving it down his sculpted arms until it hits the floor. My fingertips dip inside the waistband of his slacks, sliding back and forth along the hot, hard skin of his abdomen.

“Francesca.”

Shivers run up my spine. I never really cared for my first name much, not until I heard it fall from Damien’s lips. He makes it sound so cultured and beautiful.

I kiss his chest, flicking my tongue over his nipples while I free his cock from his pants. “You’re so beautiful,” I growl and curl my fingers around his cock, staring at him like the work of art he is.

“Frankie.” He clenches his jaw, trying to keep control.

I drop to my knees and run my tongue along the head of his cock over and over until his hips push forward, sending his cock just past my lips. I open up for him, letting the rough slide of my tongue tease him until his legs tremble. My hands grip his thighs and then around to his ass, sending him down my throat, letting him own me.

“Enough, Francesca!”

I take him a little deeper and his grip on my hair tightens. His hips push forward, jutting his cock down my throat one last time before he pulls back. “Enough? Impossible.”

His lips curl into a crooked grin. “Up. Now.”

My nipples harden painfully at the dark, commanding tone he normally uses in the bedroom. Or the kitchen. I get to my feet, my gaze never leaving his face.

“Get naked for me.”

Despite my racing heart, I obey and take off the t-shirt I hastily put on after showering, relieved that I left my bra upstairs.

“Faster,” he growls.

But I take my time. Damien loves to be in charge, and I love it when he’s in charge. When he orders me to do something, I can’t helpbutobey. As I slip my thumbs into my panties, I pull them down at a leisurely pace, watching his face flush with desire.

His cock surges forward as if reaching out to me and the moment my panties hit the floor, he pulls me in closer. “Fuck,” he growls before lifting me up on the white marble countertop.

I let out a noise that’s half-moan and half-whine. “Damien.”

With a feral growl, he spreads my legs and runs his finger across my soaking wet lips.

“Yes,” I moan.

In one swift move, he pulls me to the edge of the counter, the thick head of his cock teasing my opening. I want so badly to spread my legs further, for him to take me hard and deep. One powerful thrust. But he makes me wait. “Please.”

Damien’s hand trails up my stomach, teasing my nipples, sending sparks of excitement through me. Then his hand moves higher, encircling my throat, and my breath catches. I’m trembling, not from fear, but from the intensity of my desire. “Damien,” I choke out, my eyes locking with his, “Fuck me.” This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. “Please,” I whisper, my body crying out for him, my center dripping with desire.

In one swift, possessive move, Damien plunges into me, his hand tightening around my throat as he fills me completely. “Fuck,” he groans, his eyes dark with passion. “Fuck, you feel so good, Francesca. You feel likemine.”

Mine.

Yes! That feels good. Knowing he wants me like this is intoxicating.

His pace quickens and my vision starts to blur. But I can still hear him. Feel him. And it’s so fucking good. “You are mine, Francesca. Don’t ever fucking forget it.”

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