Page 25 of My Masked Savior
Damien tilts his head and gives me a lopsided grin. “You want to run away from me, princess?”
Stunned, I stop pushing him away. Is he going to let me go?
“You want to make me fight you for it?” he taunts, then withdraws completely. “Go on. Make me chase you, baby.”
I hesitate for only a fraction of a second, then launch myself off the couch, nearly tripping over our bunched-up clothes. Only three steps into my mad dash, Damien tackles me from behind, turning so I land safely in his arms before rolling us until he’s back on top.
“Nice try,” he says with a grin. His dick is sandwiched between our bodies, hard and wet from our juices, making me feel empty without it. “But I told you you’re never leaving me. I meant it.”
Strong arms flip me over until my ass is in the air and my cheek is pressed against the utilitarian gray carpet.
“S—stop, I don’t want this,” I protest weakly even as my hips push back against Damien’s pelvis.
A measured yet stinging slap lands on my ass cheek, the sound of flesh against flesh trying to push me back into the abyss of my past. But the man behind me doesn’t let that happen. His palm caresses the hot flesh, soothing the little hurt.
“Look up, princess,” he says calmly, like he didn’t just take me down and spank me on top of that. Confused, I lift my head to see our bodies reflected in the glass panels of his TV stand. When my eyes meet his in our reflection, he continues: “If by some fucking chance you forget who’s owning your pussy, you look at me. Understood?”
I nod, unable to take my eyes away from the sight of him looming above me, all his tattoos on display, a feral expression on his face.
“My good girl,” he murmurs, lining himself up again. He’s in me with one smooth thrust. “All of you, mine.”
“Damien!” I moan his name, then bite my lower lip so hard I taste blood.
“That’s right, Morgan. No one else is ever getting near this sweet pussy again. I’m about to mark it as mine.”
He fucks me like he wants to split me in half, his balls slapping against my pussy with every forward motion, his fingers holding on to my hips so hard, I know I’ll have bruises for days. Ten circles for the ten fingers currently pulling me back onto his cock like I’m just a receptacle for his cum.
The thought—along with his last words to me—sends a jolt through me that tears through the haze of pleasure.
“Damien, wait.” He ignores me, one hand moving between my legs to strum at my clit. “Ah, fuck!” I hiss. “I mean it. I’m not on birth control.”
His hips stutter in their movements, his eyes, a bit wide, meeting mine in the glass. We look at each other for a moment, both breathing hard, Damien’s chest rising and falling in heaves. Then his chin lifts before he leans over my back, his lips positioned at my ear. He whispers one word that freezes my blood.
“Good.”
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DAMIEN
My hips snap forward again, harder this time, and Morgan’s cry echoes off the walls.
“You heard me, princess.” I lean closer, teeth grazing the shell of her ear. “I’m going to fill this sweet cunt until you’re dripping with me. Until there’s no doubt who you belong to.”
“Damien—”
“No.” I cut her off, punctuating the word with a brutal thrust that has her nails scraping against the carpet. “You don’t get to argue. You get to take what I give you.”
My fingers find her clit again, circling it while I pound into her. The sounds she makes—half protest, half plea—drive me wild. In the reflection, I watch her pupils dilate, watch the way her lips part on gasping breaths.
“Come on my cock, Morgan. Right fucking now.”
“I can’t?—”
“You can.” I increase the speed of my fingers. “Come while I breed this perfect pussy.”
The word breed makes her whole body tense. For a second, I think she’ll safe word out, but then she’sclenching around me, her walls clamping down so tight I can barely move. She screams my name, back arching, and the sight of her losing control—for me, because of me—tears something loose in my chest.
It’s savage, the way pleasure rips through me. Raw and violent and nothing like I’ve ever felt before. I bury myself as deep as I can go and let it take me under, my release flooding into her in hot pulses that seem endless.
