Page 14 of Tear Me Down
The music from the party fades away, leaving nothing but the noises of our bodies slamming into each other to bleed with our grunts and moans. I don’t care how loud we're being, and it’s clear that he doesn’t either. He’s on a mission, and the feral look in his eyes reflects his determination. His growling and groaning fills my ears, pushing me further into the building tension deep in my belly. I feel my climax build into my throat, begging to be released, as he grabs the back of my neck and yanks my lips to his. He kisses me deeply and ferociously, confirming the same unrelenting need as I’ve had for the past week.
My body arches into his, and I’m sure the scream I let out into his mouth can be heard throughout the mansion as I come, shattering into a million pieces and falling apart in his arms—those fragments turning to stars in my vision. A few more deep, powerful thrusts and his cock stiffens right before he bursts inside me, coming with a loud groan and burying himself as far as he can go. He holds me close, keeping me tethered to him as I try to catch my breath. Just as he starts to pull out, he stops and holds my face in that divine grip, forcing me to look him in the eyes as he slowly pushes back in.
“My cum is going to stay inside this perfect cunt until you give me what I want. Do you understand?” My body jerks with all three gentle thrusts, clearly overstimulated.
“Yes…” I say breathlessly and without hesitation, that submissive part of me is giving into his desires without any regard for our discussion yesterday. He relaxes at my response, pulling out gently and reaching over to grab a few tissues off the desk.
My guilt comes back in a violent swipe as I fully process his demand. I want him to know how much I love him and that I mean it when I say I want to spend the rest of my life with him. Grow old, have kids, and stand by his side through anything this life can throw at us. DH isn’t justhislife anymore. It’s both of ours, and I want him to know that I support him. The first step needs to be that I not only prove to him, but to myself, that I can handle this. That I can control my temper when needed and do what’s expected of me, play by his rules and find a way to stay safe in this violent world.
“I love you,” I say softly, my words spilling out hushed. He looks at me, obviously slightly confused by my tone, but he kisses me tenderly and pulls back.
“I love you too.”
“I'm sorry I acted that way. I know I have nothing to be jealous of.” I look towards the floor, now ashamed of my actions. I could’ve messed the entire mission up and blown our cover, all because I couldn’t control my tantrum.
“Hey.” He cups my face in his hands and lifts my head to stare at him. “That is how I always expect you to react when someone touches what’s yours. You’re a better person than me. If another man had touched you like that, he’d already be dead.” His words used to send chills through my body, but now they just make me grin. I’m not sure there’s anything I could do that he wouldn’t try and justify. “You have me. No matter what. You want to rob a bank? I'll be the first in the door. You want to wage a war against a hooker? I'll hold that bitch in place.” He smiles back and chuckles. “You're stuck with me, baby girl. What you do, I do,” he declares, releasing the butterflies in my stomach once again.
“Thank you.”
He furrows his brows questionably.
“For what?”
“For taking care of Emmett and his family.” He nods at my reason, and his face morphs into one of understanding.
“Of course. I know how much they mean to you,” he says like I should’ve already known he would do it. I rest my forehead against his and inhale his soothing scent, taking a moment to absorb him and bask in our afterglow.
“But more importantly, thank you for loving me,” I whisper, softly enough that even I barely heard it. He leans in and nudges our faces together playfully, trying to lighten the mood.
“You don’t ever have to thank me for something so natural. Loving you is like breathing, but I promise that I will love you long after my last breath.” He kisses my forehead before placing my ripped thong and the tissues into his pocket. “Now let’s get this dumb shit over with so we can go home and plot a murder. If I'm here any longer with that motherfucker, I'll kill him in front of everyone.”
Chapter six
Ashia
I giggle as he helps me down on shaky legs, but as I move off of the desk, I feel my stomach pull. The pain radiating outward like the aftermath of a punch. He was right, we probably should have waited, but oh my God, it was so worth it. The stars are still strobing faintly, and my body feels so languid that I could probably fall asleep right here on the floor, regardless of the pain. I keep my composure and grit my teeth to hide it from him, though I can tell by his crestfallen appearance and concerned eyes that he noticed.
“Fuck. Did I hurt you?” he asks in a quiet panic.
“No. No, I’m okay.” I pat his chest to try and reassure him, but when I can see that it doesn’t work, I deter the conversation. “You said what we want is on the second floor?” He shakes his head.
“We don’t have to do that now. We can go.” He starts to pull my hand, but I stop him, squeezing it gently and holding him there.
“Damien, we’re already here, and Tyler and DJ are doing what they’re supposed to do. Let’s do this quickly and get back. Okay?” I faintly pull his hand as I start to walk towards the door, watching the defeated look on his face take its place.
He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close before opening the door and poking his head out, quickly looking in both directions of the hallway before leading me out. We veer left, following the rest of the hallway until we come across a staircase that’s much smaller, and not quite as opulent as the one in the ballroom. He grabs my hand and ushers me up the stairs, looking tense and on high alert as we move quietly. Though, he’s sure to keep his pace slow and manageable for me, looking back at me every couple of seconds to ensure I'm alright.
I can see the doubt in his eyes, the worry that floods them, but I can’t allow my recovery to hinder the mission. He would drag me out of here in a heartbeat if I said I wanted to leave, but this is a great opportunity to prove that I can be what he needs me to be. I want to show him that no part of who he is scares me anymore and place myself at his side, standing tall and prepared. I can’t mess this up.
Once we reach the top of the stairs, he holds his other hand up with the palm facing out, signaling for me to stop. I comply, of course, knowing that this is not the right time for overconfidence or defiance. His stance is completely still, but focused, as he takes a moment to deep dive into his senses and conjure possible scenarios in his head.
He turns to me and stills for only a moment, allowing our gazes and undeniable connection to linger. Then, he runs his hand up my thigh in one fluid, teasing motion, until he’s pulling my small knife free of its sheath and holding it out beside us to look in its reflection. I’m amazed by his ability to adapt, and how quickly he thinks. That’s just one of the things that makes him so damn hot and dangerous. So confident, calm, and collected. He’s a death that no one would ever see coming.
When I lift my head up and peek over his shoulder to see for myself, there is a perfect view of one lone member of security standing by one of the furthest doors in this hall. Considering that is the only room that is guarded? I'm assuming that’s the one we want, and as Damien’s stare shifts into a more determined glare, I know he’s already come up with a plan. My hands start to tingle, and I can feel the anticipation grow in my stomach. I’m not sure what he’ll do, but I try to remain focused, knowing that I’ll have to adapt quickly and go along with whatever scenario plays out.
Acting swiftly, he pulls his tie clip free of the dangling fabric and throws it to the opposite end of the hallway. The small chip of metal clinks against the hard floor with a small chirp, and then he moves quickly to place my knife back in its cover, hovering over me like a God in command as he uses his arm to lead me back against the wall, pressing his toned limb against me to direct me. I follow his subtle instructions, making sure that I’m concealed as the guard’s footsteps grow louder, and clearly move in our direction.
While my heart is pounding in my chest, Damien seems as stoic as ever, breathing so steadily and even that it spreads to me like a disease, affecting me instantly and calming my racing pulse. Before I can even see the guard come into view, Damien springs into action at a startling pace, lunging for him. He wraps his arm around the man’s neck and squeezes tight. As the man gasps and grunts, he tries to reach back and hit Damien in any way he can, but Damien is stronger and tightens his hold on the guard’s windpipe.
