Page 61 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

“Are you really sure you’re okay?”

Damen’s gaze was asking the same thing.

“S-sorry...I’m really okay, I just need some time to wait for the cramps to go away.” She kept her gaze on Damen as she spoke, wanting him to see that she meant the words.

“Oh, well...if you’re really sure...”

Mairi started to answer the woman, but then she saw Damen unzipping himself. By the time he had released his fully erect cock, she had completely forgotten her train of thought.

It had been so, so long, she thought. The way she hungered for his touch, it didn’t seem believable that she had lived for so many years without knowing it.

But now that she did, now that she knew what she was missing, Mairi admitted to herself that there was no going back. His touch was an unforgettable memory that would turn into a nightmare if there ever came a time they’d part and she wouldn’t be able to experience pleasure in Damen’s arms again.

“Miss?”

Shit! She had forgotten to speak.

She opened her mouth—-

Swiiish.

There was that unmistakable sound of wetness as Damen slid his cock home.

“Oh my God!” The woman outside had heard it, too, and worse, she recognized it for what it was. The door slammed shut a second later.

“Oh my God!” It was Mairi’s turn to moan the words out even as her eyes rolled back at Damen’s thrusts, which had instantly become wild and forceful now that they were alone.

“She’s going to tell management about us!” Mairi knew she should sound more worried and concerned, but most of her mind was focused on the scorching-hot pleasure she felt every time Damen’s cock sank back into her.

“Then we better make it quick, don’t you think?” Damen panted in answer. And with that, he gripped the curves of her butt tightly and began fucking her raw and hard, so much so that the door started to groan every time her back slammed against it.

“Damen!”

“Did you even think about me while you were flirting with your date?”

“Y-you saw us?”

“I didn’t just fucking see you,” he snarled, jealousy making him cruel and possessive as he tightened his hold on her butt, grinding his cock into her.

She screamed.

“I saw him, too – saw your date trying to eat you alive with his eyes.”

She gasped, “It wasn’t—-”

“It was exactly like that,” he growled. Without warning, he let her slide down to her feet, flipped her around, and pumped his cock back into her.

“Aah!” Her hands slammed against the door as her back curved down, her legs spreading open to accommodate his cock.

“He wanted to fuck you. And you know that, don’t you?” Damen rasped the question against the tender skin of her nape. Not waiting for her answer, he bent down and bit her shoulder.

“Damen!” His bite hurt, but somehow that made the pleasure more intense. She could no longer stop herself from screaming as he pounded into her again and again, forcing her to press her face flat against the door.

With each thrust, her sobs became louder, her body became tenser, and her heart swelled and swelled because each thrust told her a new truth.

Damen was jealous. Damen wanted her to be his. Damencared.

Someone knocked on the main door.

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