Page 42 of Tear Me Down
Ugh, I need a shower.
We keep walking, and I count the steps back to Damien. We’re finally about to step onto the sidewalk, and he speaks up again.
“Where’s your car?” he asks, acting like he’s leading me instead of me luring him.
“It’s the black charger in—in the third row.” He continues to follow me as I turn the corner, and the moment I meet Damien’s gaze, I smirk, feeling more accomplished than I already was. Once we’re clear from view, Damien yanks me to his side and pounces, pistol whipping the man as he turns the corner.
I turn to help Damien get him up, but he pounces on me next, leaving the man on the ground and pressing me against the wall once again. His face collides with mine, leaving me breathless as our lips move in a wicked dance.
“Fuck, you were way too good at that,” he says through heavy breaths between fiery kisses.
“I know, right! I'm so proud of myself!” I can’t help but jump up and down from excitement, feeling the small rush of achievement course through my veins. His lips curve into the most delicious smile, enhancing the warm feeling in my chest.
“You should be. You’re the sexiest accomplice I’ve ever had.” He kisses me again and begins to raise my dress, all while moving his lips to nibble the space under my jaw.
“Um, babe? Shouldn’t we get him off of the ground and inside?”
He lets out a small, embarrassed laugh before pulling back to look at me.
“Fuck. Yeah, probably.” He groans and kisses me again, much more tenderly than before. “See what you do to me?”
“I think part of it might be the alcohol.”
“Nope,” he says as he pops the ‘p’ and turns back to the hooded man. I giggle and adjust my dressappropriately,not needing to give any of the drunk men inside a show.
He bends down and picks the man up with ease, flopping him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before snaking his free arm around my waist again. We walk back inside, and I can’t help but giggle as the man’s head bobs up and down with each of Damien’s steps, proving how deep into unconsciousness he is. As we walk through the bar, Tyler sees us and his moodimmediately changes from blissful to confused, and then morphs into aggravation. He makes a show of excusing himself from his boyfriend, kissing him quickly and turning to us in a swift, forceful motion before he walks over.
“What the fuck, D? I thought it was going to be an early night?” He throws his hand up, gesturing to the unconscious criminal on Damien’s shoulder. The hand Damien had on my waist lifts up in an ‘I don’t know’ gesture before he grips me again.
“Ashia went fishing,” he retorts, acting like it’s no big deal that I just ‘fished’ for a criminal.
“No shit?” Tyler looks at me with wide eyes, but then they soften into a look of approval. “Good job, girl.” He winks at me before following us up the stairs.
“Thanks!” I chirp, feeling giddy at the compliment.
Damien leads us into Tyler’s office, then through a large ‘closet,’ which isn’t actually a closet. The doors open to reveal a hallway encased in nothing but concrete and a few lights that lead the way to another room. This area is smaller than Tyler’s office and is extremely bare, with only a few chairs and warm lighting, showcasing a table on the far side of the room with knives and other ‘equipment’ on top.
I watch as Damien flops our victim into one of the chairs, and I step over to the table, jumping up to sit on it while the men work. Watching him restrain another person is fascinating. Sometimes I forget how effortless he makes everything look, and apparently tying up a grown man is no exception. His muscles flex under the fabric of his shirt, and I can still see the bulge of his erection from here.
Thoughts like that also shouldn’t be running through my mind right now, and while I know that—I can’t help it. I’m on cloud nine. I helped,actuallyhelped, and did something that took a dangerous man off the streets. The thought is liberating and exciting—I’m not just sitting back and watching him take on the world alone, I’m molding myself into a place where I can stand beside him and actually be something for him. Not that he’s ever seen me as anything less, but this world was just always so much bigger than mine, and it’s hard to believe that I used to think I was too small for it—too weak and vulnerable, but I won’t ever feel like that again.
“You know, I should not bethishappy that I led that man to his death,” I say through soft chuckles.
“I guess I’ve rubbed off on you.” He smirks deviously at me, making my chest swell with love. He never looks at me blankly, like he only views me at surface level. His stare always sees the deepest parts of me, pieces that I didn’t even know were there, and that’s the way he’s going to look at me for the rest of our lives—I’m sure of it. The thought alone brings the arousal back in full force, heating my body and the connection between us.
“Actually, I don’t think you're rubbing on me enough,” I say seductively, my tone falling into more of a whisper. Tyler shoots Damien a look with a brow raised and a soft grin before turning to walk out of the room,patting Damien on the shoulder and nodding to me before closing the door back. The moment it shuts, our flirtatious electricity crackles to life, ricocheting off the walls and charging our compulsion for one another.
As he secures the last knot, and I check to see that the man is still unconscious, I open my legs wide on the table and hike up my dress, exposing myself to him. He turns to look at me, his features mimicking those of a starved animal while he returns to his full height, presenting himself as the God I know him to be.
“You temptress.” His voice comes out low and strained, clearly having an internal battle on whether to resist or not. “You did so well out there,” he says leisurely, a word accompanying each step as he stalks over to me. The closer he gets, the higher the anticipation builds, making me squirm until he presses himself against me. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you looked on your little mission.” He grips my hips and yanks my body to his, close enough to feel his hard cock grind against my center through the fabric of his pants, teasing me mercilessly.
“Oh, yeah? Did I do good?” I ask breathlessly, my words coming out in short pants. He moves his hand down my thigh, sliding it torturously slow over my skin, causing me to shiver as he inches towards my thong.
“So fucking good, baby.” He reaches inside the fabric and runs his thick fingers over my folds, barely touching me, yet driving me insane. I thrust into his hand, desperate for more friction against my aching core. “My needy girl. Such a vicious little thing…” He then uses his hands to slide my thong down my legs and over my heels, pocketing it before spreading my legs open again. I’m so turned on that it physically hurts, and I know he can tell by the way his eyes glaze over my exposed pussy. “Fuck, Ashia…”
I can’t wait anymore. The need is too much and the arousal coursing through me is pleading to be released, throbbing so harshly that a single touch might be enough to push me over. I reach down and claw at his belt, desperately wanting him to drive into me so roughly that I cry. My core clenches at the thought—knowing I’m only seconds away from being filled completely, and I’m desperate for it.
In a swift movement, he curls his arm under my leg and around my thigh, gripping my ass in his large hand and lifting my leg to circle around his body. The moment his cock is free, he doesn’t waste a second, lining it up and ramming inside me with brutal force. Relief and ecstasy collide, working together to build the pleasure already stirring deep within my gut. He pulls back, only to thrust in again immediately, setting a harsh and all-consuming pace from the start.
