Page 7 of Claimed By Him
SLAP!
SLAP!
“Damian, please,” she pleaded, tears streaking her face. Her clit was so fucking swollen now, it had to be hurting more than my smacking had. “I’m not lying,” she insisted, her voice steady despite the vulnerability beneath her words. “Please, you’re being paranoid. Whatever you think I did, it wasn’t me.”
I didn’t believe her, but I couldn’t resist how wet she was. Hoping pleasure would work as a better incentive, I pressed my face between her thighs. I licked through her wetness, cleaning up the mess I’d made of her earlier—and the mess I’d made now. Then I bit and nipped and licked around her clit until she screamed my name—and it sure as fuck didn’t take long before her thighs were squeezing my head, and her pussy was gushing against my chin.
Afterward, I sat back, my chest rising and falling, my face coated in her.
“Are you ready to tell me the truth, sweetheart?” I murmured, watching her deflate against the wall. Her eyes met mine lazily, and that lush mouth of hers were popped open and panting. Slowly, but surely, she shook her head.
Anger twisted my features, and I rose to my feet and grabbed her bound wrists, tugging her to my bed. “Get on your fucking hands and knees, Jade.”
Chapter 3
Jade
Damian let go of my wrists, letting me take the lead while he followed, his body heat searing my skin as I bent on all fours as he’d demanded.
CRACK!
His palm landed on my ass, punishment for lying. That same hand trailed over my spine to tug off my top, the touch gentle and so fucking demanding, I would’ve known it was him even if my eyes were closed.
He left the fabric hanging by my wrists, then moved to undo my bra, a hiss escaping his mouth when he finally pulled my breasts free.
I yelped when he tugged me onto my back, wondering what the hell the whole point had been—did he ask me to bend over so he could slap my ass? Or because then I’d suffer the shame of being on display like some whore just for him—but then his mouth landed on my breasts, and he suckled on my nipple with a moan, making all those thoughts disappear.
“Damian,” I cried out, wishing I could tug on his hair. Wishing I could pull it out of his face and force him to meet my tearing eyes. I wanted him to see what he’d done to me, almost just as much as I wanted to hate him. “Please, please, please.”
I couldn’t tell what I was begging for anymore. Was it for him to continue? Was it for him to see what I wanted him too? Or was it for him to seeme.
He hurt me earlier when he treated me like I was just a common whore for him to use, and I had to admit, I’d made him into a hero in my head which only made that hurt worse. I cameto him knowing he’d give me a job without needing much more from me—I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him.
Tears streaked my face as I admitted it, and instead of saying anything, I continued begging. My spine arched against his bedsheets until he pressed his weight against me. Then I moaned, spreading my legs wider to accommodate his body.
My pussy was still swollen and used from earlier, but that didn’t make it any less needy.
“Do you need me, sweetheart?” he murmured, after letting go of my nipple with a pop I could’ve sworn I felt all along my body. Shivering, I nodded, squeaking when he pushed two fingers inside. “Do you want me to fill you up again, Jade? Make your pussy leak for me?”
“Yes,” I sobbed, opening myself wider.
Damian’s fingers worked expertly inside me, curling and stroking in a way that made my body respond despite the conflict raging in my mind. His thumb brushed against my clit, sending shocks of pleasure that made me cry out, arching against his touch. Despite having only been with me once, he had this infuriating control over my body, knowing exactly how to draw out my desire and my torment in equal measure.
“God, you’re so responsive,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You can lie to me with your words, Jade, but your body? It tells me everything.”
Tears welled in my eyes as I trembled beneath him, the ache in my core growing unbearable. “Damian, please,” I whimpered, unsure of what I was pleading for anymore. Release? Mercy? Maybe both.
His deep-blue eyes held mine as he leaned over, his breath hot on my lips. “Please, what?” he asked, his voice low and taunting. “Beg for it, sweetheart. Tell me exactly what you need. Better yet, tell me the truth and I’ll stop punishing you and giveyou what you want. Don’t you want that?” His eyes searched mine, digging for that information.
Bad memories rose to the surface, and bit down on my lower lip to stop it from trembling. But it didn’t stop the tears from welling. I’ve never felt so fucking vulnerable before. My face burned with humiliation, but my desperation won out. I couldn’t give him the truth, so I guess that left me with begging.
“I need you,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “I need you to fuck me. Please, Damian.”
A predatory smile curved his lips, and he leaned in to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue swept over mine, claiming and consuming, leaving me breathless. When he pulled back, his fingers withdrew, leaving me gasping at the sudden emptiness.
My body hummed with anticipation as he positioned himself at my entrance. The head of his cock teased me, rubbing against my slick folds, and I shuddered at the feeling.
With a satisfied grunt, Damian pushed inside me, his thickness stretching me in a way that made my breath hitch. The sensation was overwhelming—pain and pleasure blending into something primal. He didn’t give me time to adjust, his hips snapping forward with a relentless rhythm that left me gasping.
