Chapter 81: The Slave Claimed The Devil (R18+)
The penthouse was bathed in the dim, golden glow of ambient floor lights when they returned from L’Étoile.
Ana stepped out of the master bathroom wearing a soft, oversized silk robe. Her heart was already thumping against her ribs as she walked past the grand king-sized bed, heading straight toward the plush velvet lounge couch near the balcony.
She gathered a spare pillow, determined to maintain her boundary now that midnight was drawing near.
"Where do you think you’re going, Anastasia?"
Damian’s deep baritone cut through the quiet room. He stood near the foot of the bed, having already shed his white suit jacket and vest. His crisp white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the top, rolling up his forearms as his dark eyes locked onto her.
Ana stopped, clutching the pillow to her chest. "The 24-hour deal is almost over, Damian. I’m sleeping on the sofa."
Damian let out a low, gravelly chuckle. In two long, effortless strides, he closed the distance between them. Before she could process his movement, he reached down, dropping his arms beneath her knees and lower back, sweeping her completely off her feet into his arms.
"Damian!" Ana gasped, her hands instinctively wrapping around his broad shoulders.
"No gentleman allows his woman to sleep on the couch, sweet angel," Damian purred darkly against her ear, entirely ignoring her soft protests as he carried her over and set her down gently in the center of the plush mattress.
He didn’t trap her beneath his body. Instead, he dropped to his knees on the edge of the bed, towering over her with a smoldering, dangerous intensity that made the air in the room feel suffocatingly hot.
"Since I am playing the gentleman for a few more minutes..." Damian murmured, his large, warm hands sliding up her thighs to rest gently on her hips, "...I am offering you something new tonight. You take the lead."
Ana froze, her dark eyes widening. "What?"
"You heard me," Damian whispered, his baritone dropping into a thick, sultry register that vibrated straight down her spine. "You wanted control today, Anastasia. So take it tonight. Do whatever you deeply desire with me."
A wave of nervous heat rushed through Ana’s veins. She sat up slowly, her trembling hands resting flat against his chest. She had always been the one reacting to his dominant touch, cowering or melting beneath his absolute power. The thought of taking control made her throat go dry.
Noticing her hesitation, Damian leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning across her earlobe as his fingers squeezed her waist with tantalizing restraint.
"Don’t be shy, my stubborn angel," he urged in a quiet, intoxicating rasp. "Touch me. Show me what you want."
Ana swallowed hard, her secret, hidden desires taking over as she looked at the towering, powerful man kneeling before her. She had spent months admiring the lethal, sculpted perfection of his physique... especially the thick, defined muscle of his broad arms.
Slowly, daringly, Ana slid her small hands up his chest, past his collarbone, and wrapped her fingers around his massive biceps. She flexed her fingers, her thumbs tracing the tight, iron muscle beneath his white shirt.
Damian let out a sharp, ragged breath, his jaw clenching tightly at her unexpected touch.
Gaining a sudden surge of bold confidence, Ana leaned forward. She unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, pushing the crisp white fabric off his broad shoulders until his chest was bare.
She slid down off the bed onto her knees, placing her hands firmly back onto his bulging biceps. She leaned her head down, pressing her lips gently against his lower abdomen, right above his navel.
Damian’s entire frame went rigid. A low, raspy groan escaped his throat.
Ana tilted her head up, catching the raw, dark surprise in his eyes. Emboldened by his reaction, she did something she had never dared to do before... she flicked her warm tongue out, shyly licking a slow path up his navel to the center of his flat stomach.
"Anastasia..." Damian growled, his voice thick with sudden, unbridled lust.
His veins burned like fire. Seeing her so daring, so hungry for his body for the very first time completely undid him. His dark eyes turned pure black, the absolute control he pridefully maintained snapping into a thousand pieces.
Before she could take another breath, Damian’s large hands shot forward, gripping her waist tightly and pulling her straight back onto the bed, pinning her beneath his heavy, muscular frame.
He looked down at her flushed, breathless face, his dark chest heaving, his fingers tangling possessively into her soft hair.
"You’ve played your game, sweet angel..." Damian purred dangerously, his lips hovering a millimeter from hers as his hands slid down to wrap firmly around his rock-hard length, guiding her hand directly down to meet him. "...now touch me where I really need you."
The air in the master suite turned suffocatingly hot, heavy with the sharp scent of desire and raw, uninhibited heat.
Damian slammed his lips down on hers, taking her mouth in a demanding, breathless kiss that consumed her entirely. Ana’s heart slammed violently against her ribs, her trembling hands dropping to the buckle of his slacks.
Her fingers fumbled for a split second before clicking the leather open, pushing the dark fabric down past his hips until her bare legs helped kick them free.
Without breaking the kiss, she slid her delicate hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, freeing his rock-hard length into the cool air.
Damian pulled back just enough to lock his obsidian eyes onto hers, watching her through heavy, hooded lids as her delicate, trembling palm wrapped around him.
She began to slowly stroke his length, her touch sweet and inexperienced, yet intoxicating enough to shatter his composure.
A harsh, ragged hiss tore from Damian’s throat. His head dropped into the crook of her neck, his broad shoulders tensing as he gave himself over to her touch.
Seeing the legendary titan unravel against her... feeling his frantic breath hot against her collarbone... a sudden surge of daring power rushed through Ana’s veins. She didn’t pull back.
Using her thumb, she gently stroked the sensitive tip, increasing her pace, feeling every thick, throbbing vein of his member pulsing against her palm.
Damian’s jaw set so hard a muscle twitched violently in his cheek, his hips twitching upward into her hand until he groaned out loud, his release spilling warm and thick across her inner thighs.
Her chest heaved, her heart hammering as she looked up at him through flushed, heavy eyes.
Damian didn’t give her a second to breathe. His dark eyes flared with absolute, unbridled hunger.
He reached down, his large hands catching her waist in an iron grip, effortlessly lifting her and setting her down to straddle his lap as he backed up against the heavy padded headboard.
"Ride me..." Damian growled, his deep baritone thick and raspy with desperate need. "Claim your release. Use me... do whatever you want tonight!"
He hooked a hand around the back of her neck, pulling her mouth straight back to his, kissing her deeply, his tongue entangling with hers in a slow, intoxicating rhythm that made her core quiver with overwhelming want. His free hand reached out, tugging the belt of her silk robe until the garment fell away, discarded onto the floor.
He broke the kiss to trail a path of fire down her exposed skin, his lips pressing hot, possessive kisses against her neck. Ana let out a soft, high-pitched moan, throwing her head back as his broad palms cupped her full, bare breasts, squeezing them with tantalizing firmness.
The pleasure was blinding, but Ana wasn’t done taking control.