Page 46 of My Masked Savior
“Hell yes, princess. Squirt into my mouth.”
I must black out for a moment, because when I come to, Damien is naked and on top of me, his cock prodding at my still-pulsing entrance. When the tip slips in, I feel the cold metal of his piercingagainst my overheated flesh.
“It’s time to pay for the exam, Miss Cole,” he says coldly. “You’ve let your insurance lapse. So irresponsible.”
I’d laugh at his words if they didn’t send me right back into the tailspin of arousal. This man has a stronger effect on me than any drug he might have in these cabinets. He enters me, and I automatically attempt to wrap my legs around him. When I try to raise my arms, I see he strapped my wrists down onto the handrests too. I’m completely at his mercy. I sob in pleasure, from the freedom these restraints give me.
“This is for me, Miss Cole,” Damien snarls in my ear. “You’re not meant to be enjoying it.”
“No,” I protest weakly. “Get off me!”
Growling, Damien keeps pistoning his hips, the slap of flesh against flesh the only sound, the sensation of his cockhead and that unholy piercing rubbing against my most sensitive spots driving me toward another wild peak.
“You’re going to have my baby, Miss Cole. Going to keep you chained here, naked and pregnant, ready to be used every time my dick gets hard.” I stop breathing at the impact of his words. What’s wrong with me that they turn me on more than the best porn ever did? “And you make my dick hard all the fucking time, Miss Cole. All. The. Fucking. Time.”
“Doctor,” I sob, half playing along, half lost in our game. “Please, make me pregnant now.”
“Ah, fuck, princess!” he shouts, his hips stuttering, before he slams into me once, twice, a third time, then stills so deep it hurts. The pain pushes me over the edge again, and I cry out, clenching around him at the same time as he floods my womb.
After long minutes, Damien pushesup above me. He grabs my chin, balancing his weight on one hand, and checks my eyes.
“You good, precious?”
His soft voice brings tears to my eyes, but I nod, turning my head to kiss his wrist.
“I think I love you,” I whisper, my voice broken.
Damien’s eyes widen before he rolls his lips together.
“That’s the hormones talking,” he says, not unkindly.
“I’ll tell you later, then,” I say, sounding stronger. “And tomorrow, and the day after that. You’re my hero, Damien. My savior. Body, heart, and mind.”
His eyes are so soft now as he gazes down at me. He leans in to gently take my mouth with his, such a stark contrast to our earlier play. When he’s done exploring my mouth, he pulls back a few inches.
“I love you too, princess,” he says quietly. “I think I loved you since the moment our eyes connected in that office conference room.”
I smile through my tears, Damien’s handsome face blurring. Then I get a cramp in my calf and hiss.
“Ouch! I need to get up,” I whine, making him laugh.
“Alright, sweetheart.” He releases my wrists from the restraints, pulls out, and hops off the chair. It’s when I wrap my arms around his shoulders, holding on for balance, that I spot Marco lying there, pale and unmoving. I can’t believe I forgot about him.
“Um, Damien? I think Marco bled out,” I murmur.
“Ah, hell, really?” He makes sure I’m holding onto the chair before he turns around and steps over to the surgical table, placing two fingers on Marco’s neck. He sighs before turning back to me. “Sorry, princess. I forgot to put tourniquets on him before fucking you.”
“That’s alright,” I mumble, feeling lost in a haze ofsurreality. It’s only been an hour or two since midnight, and this has already been the weirdest year. “But, um… What are we going to do with him now?”
“Don’t worry,” Damien replies, already unrolling a plastic tarp on the floor next to Marco’s corpse. “I have a friend with a crematorium who owes me.”
Yeah. Definitely surreal.
16
DAMIEN
The first hint of dawn bleeds through my bedroom window as I strip off my clothes and drop them in the medical-grade biohazard bag. My hands still smell like bleach despite the gloves I wore. Marco’s gone—ashes scattered in three different locations by tomorrow afternoon if Vic keeps his word. And Vic always keeps his word.
