Page 29 of Tear Me Down
“The only thing you're allowed to get tattooed back here is my name. Understand?” She nods as I unzip my jeans and relieve my strained cock, letting out a small breath the moment it’s free from the confines of my pants. I heard her whimper when my face was so close to her pussy I could taste it, but I want to feel my dick pulse inside of her—feel her come undone by my power alone. “I'm going to be selfish, little wolf. You are mine, and I'm going to make sure every fucking person downstairs knows it.” I push myself inside her, forcing all of my length through at once. Her tight walls clasp around me as I hear her moans make their way out of her mouth.
“Fuck, baby.” I can’t help the words that are squeezed from me. I pull out entirely, my tip still teasing the hole, and then watch as I plunge myself back in. I do it again. Harder, faster, until I pick the perfect pace and can no longer fully pull out. “You're so fucking tight, Ashia. Fuck, I love how you spread for me!” I press my weight to her back so I can feel her tight skin over my entire body before I dig my hand in her hair and jerk up, making her look out of the window down to the aggression below. “My violence turns you on, little wolf?” I give her an extra-powerful thrust, pushing her harder into the railing. “Good!”
I can’t help but yank on her hair again before I continue my tirade, maybe a little too harshly this time, but the way she shivers beneath my grip tells me she doesn’t mind it.
“Marvel over the type of violence that does good in this world. This is your fucking kingdom, baby—you rule over it just as much as I do. I will take this army and wage wars in your name. I may command this army, but you just remember who has all of the real power here. It’s you. The only one that makesmy heart beat and my balls tighten.” I stand fully and smack her ass, making her yelp. Her screams ring out and seep into my ears.
“Oh, God! Damien!” she pants.
I reach and yank on her hair again. This time, pulling hard enough to lift her torso to me, her back to my front. I take her right breast roughly into my hand and pinch her nipple, pulling out and away to make her moan as I reach down with my left hand and find her swollen bead. I create fast-moving circles around it before pinching at the same time as her nipple, giving her the pleasure that mimics the tightness in my body.
“That’s right, little wolf. I am your God. You worship me and nothing else, just as I worship you.” Her taped hands press against my stomach, and I feel her nails dig in deep, maybe enough to mark. That’s how I know she’s just as possessive as I am—wanting to mark me the same way that I mark her. I retaliate by biting into her neck, then sucking and licking the pain away, creating hickies in my warpath.
With one final pinch and pull, she screams out as her body shakes and her pussy clenches on my dick. She’s coming to my demanding words, sending me over the edge with her. My balls draw up and my dick swells just before I explode inside her, relishing in the ecstasy that washes over me.
I kiss her flushed cheek as if the taste of her skin is a reward before I carefully remove myself, watching as our combined cum drips from her abused entrance. Then I wait for a moment and caress her as she comes down, crashing back to earth from the stars. The trembles in her body relax slightly with my comfort, and her muscles start to unravel the more she breathes. Once she’s calm enough, I pull up my pants and take my knife out to delicately cut her legs and hands free before I grab onto her, stabilizing her. She leans back against me in the most adorable gesture, and I encase her in my hold, running my hand over her heaving chest to easily guide her back.
As if it suddenly hits her, her eyes widen as she looks out of the windows to the men at the bottom. Fear and embarrassment flood her face as that swollen bottom lip trembles, and she her entire body tenses again as if she’s now frozen in place.
Fuck, she thinks I’d actually let them watch.
“Damien…” she whines, and it twists my gut. Moving my hand up to her face, I cup it in my palm and caress her cheek to soothe her.
“Don’t worry, baby girl. They’re one-way mirrors. We can see out, but they can’t see in,” I reassure her, and she instantly relaxes, melting back against me and easing the guilt building in my chest. I move my lips down to hers as I turn her to face me, shoving my tongue through her lips and allowing her to engulf it. However, I only allow her to for a moment before gently pulling back, ensuring our lips still touch. “I would never do that to you, and no other man is going to see me fuck what’s mine.” She nods and rests her forehead against my lips, allowing me a moment of solace before we have to face the chaos I created downstairs. I step over and bend down to pick up her clothes, not wasting amoment to help situate her again. “Now, let's get you dressed. You’re going to walk around our kingdom with my cum dripping out of you.”
Chapter twelve
Ashia
We walk back into the training area, and none of the men even attempt to look in my direction, which both excites me and makes me anxious. This shouldn’t have happened. It will create such harsh tension whenever I’m around, but I’m hoping it’ll settle down after a few days. Men are normally a ‘brush it off’ type of people, and I’m hoping that’s the case here. Damien needed support in trying to bring the new soldiers and his men together, and now I feel like I ruined that.
Making my way back to my spot, I look up towards the other women as Damien walks over to the shooting range, acting like nothing happened. Dani and Mel take a quick glance and then look away, surely wanting to say something but refraining. On the other hand, Serena widens her eyes at me before I take my position next to her, trying to portray the same level of indifference as Damien but failing miserably.
“Jesus Christ, Ash. You look like the devil doesn’t have a preference. It better have been amazing with the way you look.” She pokes her hip out and stands with her hands planted on them, like she’s a mom and caught me coming home late. My hair is now in a matted bun, my body and face are red, hickies are forming on my neck, not to mention the bite marks on my shoulders and ass—and she doesn’t know it, but his cum is leaking out of me. Though, I don’t really care.
I never thought I’d love feeling so dirty.
“Oh, it was celestial. I'm such a whore for him,” I say to her, and she giggles.
“A compliant, people-pleasing whore,” she adds mockingly, causing Melanie and Danielle to laugh along with her.
“I hate you,” I snap playfully but join in on their laughter.
“You love me.” She nudges my shoulder. “How does it feel to be queen of DH?” she taunts, almost sarcastically.
“Way better than it should,” I say honestly, making her laugh again. Dani and Mel chuckle as well before going back to sifting through the paperwork and trying like hell to stay on task. “How was everybody after we walked out?” I whisper to Serena.
“D’s guys? Fine. It's almost like nothing happened, which might be more unsettling than the alternative. The other guys? On edge, and rightfully so. That display was definitely a little over the top and fucking psychotic.” She rolls her eyes and shivers a little, making it clear that we have very different opinions on the situation. Her shoulders relax, like she’s forcing herself not to sayanything further. “I overheard two of them talking, and they said Damien might be worse than his dad.”
That makes me cringe.
“That’ll strangely make him feel better, but he doesn’t want them to feel that way. He likes how comfortable his guys are with him. It’s how they work so well together.”
“That’s not going to happen immediately, and I’m sure reducing one of them to a bloody mess didn’t help,” she retorts, shaking her head repeatedly in disbelief. “Even though thatsomehowturned you on,” she throws in there.
I glance over at her and try to get a good read on her real thoughts with that last comment. She looks tense, almost agitated, and she’s purposely looking away from me. Did I say something wrong? She’s clearly holding her tongue, and right now really isn’t the best time to dissect what’s going on in her head. So, for now, I look away as well and go back to the current issue. I wonder how we can make everyone feel a little more comfortable here, and fix this somehow—especially after one of their own was beaten to a pulp. Perhaps I can solve two problems at once and ease Ser’s hostility as well.
Damien doesn’t want to run a tight ship. He’s never had to before, but he’ll also be a hard ass until he feels he can trust them. How did they all get so close? I remember the photos at Henry’s funeral: the fun times and all of the activities. So, blowing stuff up, fishing, and working on cars. They talked about the pranks they’ve done, scaring the shit out of each other and humiliating one another, but that’s for when they’re comfortable. What do guys like to do? I would think cutting men’s hair for years would help me with this question, but I can’t seem to put a finger on something I hear often.
