Page 5 of Tear Me Down
“And I’ve only ever dreamed of having you. Now that I do, I’m not letting you go.Usgo. Ever. Okay?” I reassure him, and he nods, trying to plaster a fake smile on his face that chips away at my heart.
I reach up and kiss him passionately, trying to convince him of my love and loyalty in every movement. Soft and tender swipes, filled with nothing but longing and adoration.
“You know, they say baby-making takes practice,” I say, smirking against him, and I swoon over the genuine grin that finally sprouts on his lips.
“You always know just how to rile me up, baby girl,” he groans, causing a soft giggle to escape my lips as he kisses me again. This time, with added fervor and desire. That magical tongue caresses mine in a way that makes my knees weak, compelling him to tighten his grip on me. He plasters my body to his so closely that there’s no space between us, taking my breath away. From his touch alone, I know that there is nothing this man wouldn’t do for me, the depths that his love for me reaches.
His hands glide down my body, feeling every dip and curve until he arrives at my ass and grips on tight. The familiar heat between my legs comes on strong, spiraling me towards the point of unrelenting need, only to be interrupted by a knock on the bedroom door. He pulls back and looks over at it, groaning in frustration.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he growls.
“Oh, no.” I draw out my words, teasing him. “Are the men you pay to watch our house crowding you?”
He bites his bottom lip, trying not to laugh.
“Smart ass,” he says playfully.
“You love it.” I shake my head ever so slightly and pucker my lips to mess with him. He smiles gently and gives me one last light kiss.
“Yes. Yes, I do.” He playfully pokes my nose before releasing me to open the door.
Chapter three
Ashia
The Next Day
We leave for the party in about twenty minutes, and the nervousness is starting to creep in. Not only because of the potential danger, but I’ve never been so dressed up. Parties like this are definitely not on my list of experiences, and I’ve never been somewhere that required formal attire that wasn’t a funeral. Serena and Carter went out and bought me a dress, a pair of shoes, and a very nice diamond necklace that Ser washappyto put on Damien’s card. Thankfully, she kept it simple for my sake, and it’s just a single diamond on a nice, slim, silver chain, but still obviously expensive. Lavish enough to keep me afraid of touching it.
The dress is red, at Damien’s request. Elegant and long, stretching down to the floor, but not so far that I’d trip on it. It hangs off my shoulders and subtly dips in at my chest. Not enough to give anyone a show, but enough to reveal the artwork on my upper right shoulder. There’s a slit on the right side that comes up my thigh a little more than halfway, but the fabric doesn’t split much, and it shows off the stunning black heels they bought to go with it. My hair is put up in a twisted knot bun, with a few waved pieces of hair left hanging in the front. Ser did my makeup for me since Ineverdo anything like this, and now that I’m staring at myself in the floor-length mirror, it’s very unnerving. I look great, but more like an ‘undercover spy’ great.
Not only does my deceptive appearance put me on edge, but Serena’s tirade while she put the makeup on my face still lingers in the back of my mind. It’s not like I could really talk back, since her hands were on my face the whole time, but she was questioning if I should do this tonight. She’s still a little shaken from the attack at Cut Me Down, plus my hospital stay, and she’s made her distaste for Damien abundantly clear. Not that she hasn’t before, but now every look she gives him feels more cut-throat. I know she’s putting up with him for my sake, though, and I reassured her once my makeup was finished that Iwantto do this.
She doesn’t quite understand how I can feel safe with him nearby, and I shut her down instantly. There’s no reason to blame him for anything that’s happened, and I’ve put my stake in the ground with that. Even with everything going on tonight, the worry is less intense knowing he’ll be by my side all night, and although she may not understand the extent of what he does, I tried to explain how crucial it is that we attend the party.
Thankfully, Damien is going to be the only one with an earpiece, so I won’t have to feel the anxiety of communicating with Carter. Damien says that a few of the other business owners attending work for him, Emmett included, and they know to keep an eye on us. Well, me, I should say. He said ‘us’ but I know whathe really means by that.
He steps out of the bathroom, adjusting the cuffs of his suit jacket and making my mouth water. He’s wearing a black tux that was clearly tailored to him, fitting his body perfectly and making him look like a God at every angle. A red tie hangs from his neck, a stark contrast to the black button up shirt underneath, and a handkerchief that matches my dress sits in the front. His pants are fitted, showing off those hard, toned thighs in a way that makes me clench my own. His hair is combed and neat, pushed off to the side and back, but not slicked back so harshly to be plastered to his head.
Jesus, why doesn’t he wear that suit more often?
I watch as his gaze meets mine in the mirror, causing a flush to blossom on my cheeks. Those ever-changing blue eyes sparkle against the lights, fixing that predatory stare on me. He walks up behind me, stalking up to me like a dark lord, and grabs me from behind, snaking his arms around my waist and holding me against him as he looks me over in the reflection.
“You look beautiful, as always,” he tells me as he kisses my cheek, surely feeling the warmth radiating from me. It’s been over a week since we’ve had sex, and going from having it every day, to now not at all, has caused a serious reaction that I can’t control. I'm wound so tightly that I might break. At this point? Forget the pain and rail me.
“Thank you. You look very handsome yourself.” I lean back against him, melting into his warmth and feeling the bulge of his hard cock through his pants, making me shiver with arousal. “How many guns are you going to pack into that suit?” I grin as he chuckles.
“None, actually. I don’t want to take a chance of them searching people, but don’t worry, baby. We’ll have a few surprises just in case.” He runs his hand over my hip, dipping it into the slit of my dress and teasing the inside of my thigh with his fingertips. He strokes the sensitive skin so softly that it sends goosebumps raging through me, causing my breath to hitch the closer he gets to my core.
As his hands pass lower, he grips my leg and hikes it up, resting my foot on the nearby chair Serena was sitting in earlier, and exposing me to him in the mirror. With a single swipe of his hand, he flicks the fabric off my leg, leaving the dress to sway by my standing limb, teasingly. I rest my head back against his chest and revel in the feeling of his hands on me again.
He resumes his caressing touch, taunting my bare skin as a seductive whisper, passing higher and higher until he reaches the place that makes me moan and forces my pussy to clench around nothing in a desperate attempt to feel some sort of friction. Anything to alleviate the ache that has started to throb. A low growl escapes his throat, giving me hope for his touch, but only before he pulls away.
By the time I look straight into the mirror again, he’s wrapping a small leather strap around the top of my thigh and latching it like a small belt. The inside of the leather feels rubbery, like it has a no-slip interior to hold it steady. Small, thin chains hang down and around it. Cascading like a ribbon, but not far enough to be seen. There’s something a little larger on the outsideof it, resting against the outside of my leg, that feels similar to the leather band, but thicker and bulkier.
Damien then pulls a knife out of his pocket. It’s small, and not near as intimidating as his favorite blade, but I can see as it gleams off the overhead lights that it has an angled cutting edge.
“Small, but deadly. Just like you, my love.” He slides it into the thicker piece of leather that I now realize is a sheath, and he lowers my leg back to stand on the floor.
