Page 66 of The Merciless Don's Bride

My temperature shoots up. I like the dirty words he’s saying a little too much. I grab onto his shoulder, digging my fingers into his bicep as he slides his middle finger against my folds over my panties.

“So wet and throbbing, sweetheart.”

His finger strokes against, this time finding my clit. A sound of desperation escapes my throat.

“Damien,” I say his name in a desperate effort to speed things along.

“Impatient,” he murmurs, slapping my pussy over the wet panties.

I can feel the wetness seeping through as he circles my clit. A gasp echoes in the air, but it’s interrupted when he pushesmy panties to the side and thrusts two fingers inside me all at once. The intrusion makes my leg shake so hard, I’d fall over if it weren’t for his arm around my waist.

He drives in and out a few times with a calculated rhythm.

“So wet. Tell me, Cassie. Is this all for me?”

I don’t reply, my eyes practically rolling as the pleasure starts to overwhelm me. Which is when it stops. My eyes fly open, meeting his blue ones.

“Answer me when I talk to you, sweetheart,” he states.

My jaw tightens in annoyance, I was so close, “You talk too much, Damien. All you have to do is make me come.”

His lips curl in a dangerous smirk, “I look forward to fucking that mouth. But for now, your wish is my command.”

He thrusts into me suddenly again and I moan loudly uncaring about who hears. I grip him tight as he scissors his fingers inside me. And the he angles my thigh and adds pressure to my clit with his thumb. An electric shock shoots through my limbs. My toes curl and my eyes roll int the back of my head as I momentarily disconnect from the physical world.

Damien’s hand is on my ass and he’s holding on to me tight, making sure I don’t fall over. When I come down from the high, Damien releases me, running a hand through my hair. I don’t even want to think about what I look like right now. I just want to run away and hide from the intense emotions I just experienced.

“You look beautiful when you come,mi vida,” he says, kissing my cheek.

He pulls his fingers out of me ad it feels empty. But I don’t focus on it because he brings his gingers u ad licks them one by one without breaking eye contact. Holy shit.

The same fingers he just fucked me with.

I’m pretty sure this is the most turned on I’ve ever been in my life. He lifts his thumb and rests it against my lips. I don’t hesitate to lick it, before sucking it in, my eyes still on him. His eyes practically gleam.

“Fuck, what am I going to do with you?”

He pulls his thumb out and I’m wondering what the hell I should say in this situation when a voice suddenly fills the space we’re in, making me jump.

“Mr. Luciano, we sincerely apologize for the inconvenience this has caused,” someone says through the speaker in the elevator. “You’ll be let out in a minute.”

My heart starts jack hammering in my chest and I remember what we just did in an extremely public space.

“Don’t elevators have cameras?” I whisper, looking up wildly.

“Possibly,” Damien says, shrugging. “It’s likely someone was watching us. Watching me make you shatter all over my fingers.”

My stomach heats up at his silky tone.

“That’s…. not okay,” I whisper.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll kill anyone that even looks at you that way,” he states.

And since I know for a fact he’s being serious, the threat is all the more scary. I watch as he pulls out his phone and sends a text to someone. While I try to rearrange my clothes and hair, which is an absolute mess. Damien watches me as I make myself more presentable.

I reapply my lipstick and release a breath once I’m satisfied that I look okay. Which is when the infuriating man decides towrap a hand around my neck, kissing me deep and completely turning my brain to mush. I slap his chest when he pulls away.

“Seriously?” I mutter, my head swimming.

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