Page 37 of Surviving the Merge
Old habits were hard to break.
Concluding that things would have to be done the hard way, Damon lowered his chin to his chest. A bull ready to charge.
He strolled over to me on relaxed limbs, and, when within touching distance, he secured a hand around my throat and climbed onto the bed forcing me back as he followed on his knees. The sheet now gone, I had to spread my legs wide—feet planted flat on the mattress— as he fit his big body in between them.
“Everything in me wants to wreck you,” he said through clenched teeth, fingers folding and unfolding in my hair.
“I don’t think so,” I informed him, still pretending I didn’t want what I needed so badly.
“I’ve agreed to therapy, and you still won’t allow me entry?” He snaked one hand under my testicles and entered me with a single digit. “Ohhhh, nice and sticky, but there’s always room for more.”
I pushed at him. “You’ve made no promises.”
“Is my word not enough anymore? I need to now resort to promises and cross-my-hearts? When have I ever lied to you?”
I flashed back to that night in his dorm room, the vision of his cock down a throat that wasn’t mine, and the events that transpired after. My anger returned sharp like the tip of a blade.
Tilting his head back, he asked, “What’s that look for?”
“It’s nothing.” I averted my eyes.
“Secrets? Is that how we’re going to play it?”
When I didn’t answer, he said begrudgingly, “I promise. To every and anything that you need from here on out. And now”—he removed his finger and licked it clean, even getting under his blunt fingernail—“I take what’s mine.” My legs wrapped around him, and my back arched off the bed as he cut through me.
Damon fucked me over and off the bed. Having been a while since our night at Elite, we were both fraught to burrow into the other's skin. The size of his cock warranted a gentle coaxing. What I got instead ensured I’d feel him for days, maybe weeks.
Afterwards, we lay side by side on the floor, recovering: Damon sprawled like a proud lion, and me wrecked like a lamb led to slaughter. “You’re not moving,” he said with finality.
The lamb grew claws. “What an arrogant asshole you are. You think you can just fuck me into compliance? I am moving. I’ve already signed the lease.” I tried to sit up, but he held me in place with a hand on my chest.
“Break it?”
“No.”
He raised menacingly above me. “Where’s my Just? The one that would never defy me?” he crooned, lowering his face a mere inch away from mine.
“I’ve always defied you. But you were always willing to go to any lengths to ensure that your will be done.”Lock me in a room, tie me up…
“But now things are different,” he stated flatly.
Things were different. I had more resources; he had less. Some of his control slipped away, and he would’ve loved nothing more than to get it back.
“Fornowthings are different,” he elected to amend.
“Damon,” I said in irritation.
“You don’t get to pick and choose between what you like about me and what you don’t. What you want changed and what you want to remain the same. I am who I am. Stop fucking acting like you don’t get granite-hard when I treat you this way. Your dick doesn’t lie.” He smacked my hard cock away from my belly. The action pulled a hiss from me.
I straddled his hips, my hair sealing us into our own cocoon. “I love that I don’t have to decide with you. You giving me no choice helps me to dissemble that I don’t want whatever sick and depraved thing you do to me.” I ground my shaft against his hard abs; his eyes turned into black pools of lava. “It turns me on when you force me to obey an order or when you treat me like you hate me. I’m addicted to your twistedness. To the air that youbreathe.” I huffed out a breath and threw my hands up. “I suppose I always will be. But I also want to win sometimes. Justoncein a while, allow me to win. When itreallymatters.”
“Doesn’t Blake allow you to win?”
“Blake doesn’t challenge me.” It was the truth.
“‘What is victory without the exhilaration of challenge.’” He quoted my favorite philosopher. Flipping me over and bracing himself above me, his brawny arms jailing me in, he asked in a hushed tone, “And thisreallymatters?”
“Yes,” I purred, back bowing off the floor as he reseated himself inside me.
