Chapter 57: The Devil’s Only Takes
The heavy car door clicked shut, sealing them inside the darkened leather interior as the partition rolled up.
Before Ana could even brace herself, Damian’s large hands clamped around her waist. In one swift, effortless motion, he lifted her off the seat and pulled her directly onto his lap.
Ana gasped in shock, her hands instinctively grabbing his broad shoulders to steady herself. "Damian...!"
He didn’t give her a second to breathe. His dark urge to force her back into total submission burned hotter with every passing minute.
Reaching down, his fingers hooked into the front of her cream silk blouse, and with a harsh tug, the buttons popped, scattering silently across the plush carpet.
His hand shoved her bra down, freeing her soft breasts to the cool air of the car. Without a second’s hesitation, Damian lowered his head and latched his warm, hungry mouth onto her hardened nipple.
Ana’s head fell back against his shoulder, a loud, helpless moan escaping her lips as a wave of intense heat shot straight to her core.
Damian growled against her skin, intoxicatingly fueled by the sound of her breaking composure. He loved hearing her gasp his name, loved the way her body betrayed her defiance the moment he touched her.
His mouth dragged up the side of her throat, his sharp teeth nipping hard at her sensitive skin... leaving a fresh, possessive mark right over the old one... before trailing up to her jaw and capturing her lips in a deep, suffocating kiss.
While his tongue dominated her mouth, his other hand slid down, pushing past the hem of her skirt.
His long fingers traced the swollen contour of her clit over her soaked silk panties. She was already slick for him, her body completely surrendering to his overwhelming presence.
Pushing the damp fabric aside, Damian stroked her bare, throbbing core. He brought his fingers up to her face, slowly trailing them over her lower lip, forcing her to taste herself before leaning down to lick the moisture off her skin.
"You think you can play games with me, Anastasia?" Damian growled low against her mouth, his eyes burning like liquid hot obsidian.
Before she could answer, he plunged two fingers straight inside her tight, dripping heat.
Ana gasped violently, her fingers digging deep into his shoulders as he began to fuck her with relentless, rhythmic thrusts. Her head rolled back, her hips instinctively lifting off his lap to meet his brutal pace.
Her insides melted around him, her entire body trembling as he drove her higher and higher toward the edge.
Damian’s lips slammed back down onto hers, muffling her breathless cries as his fingers thrust harder, deeper, finding her most sensitive spot with ruthless precision.
He didn’t slow down, pushing her past her limit until her walls violently clamped around his fingers, her body convulsing in a shattering, breath-robbing orgasm that left her limp and trembling against his chest.
Her head resting on his shoulder as her rapid breath fanned over his neck. Her body was still trembling, her skin flushed hot from the sheer intensity of what he had just done to her.
Panting softly, she raised her head slightly to look at him, her dark eyes glittering with a mix of exhaustion and faint defiance.
"You are... getting far too mad over my day off," Ana whispered, her breath hitching as she tried to gather her thoughts. "When I should be the one who’s mad at you."
Damian didn’t offer a single word of regret. His broad hand simply reached up, his long fingers clamping around the back of her neck to hold her firmly in place. His dark, obsidian eyes locked onto hers with a cold, unyielding authority.
"I don’t owe you any explanations, Anastasia," Damian said, his tone low and absolute. "I only take from you. That’s what you agreed to."
Ana glared at him, but Damian merely smirked, totally unbothered by her burning gaze.
Before she could utter another word, the car smoothly glided to a halt right in front of the grand entrance of the Sterling penthouse estate.
The door was opened instantly by the driver. Damian stepped out first, and before Ana could even gather her unbuttoned blouse, he reached into the seat, grabbed her, and casually hoisted her off her feet... flipping her straight over his broad shoulder.
"Damian!" Ana squealed in absolute shock, her hands slamming against his back as her vision inverted.
SLAP.
His hand came down hard against her rear.
Ana gasped, her entire face flushing a deep, furious crimson as the sharp sting echoed in the quiet night air.
The security guards standing by the gates and the driver holding the car door immediately lowered their eyes, but the sheer humiliation of being carried and spanked in front of his entire staff made her burn with embarrassment.
"Damian, put me down!" She yelled, her fists beating against his lower back.
SLAP.
He spanked her once again, without a single second of hesitation.
"You shouldn’t yell at your master," Damian warned her, his long strides taking them effortlessly through the front doors of the estate.
The moment they cleared the foyer, Damian slid her down his body... only to instantly slam her back against the cool marble wall of the hallway.
Before she could regain her footing, his mouth crashed down on hers in a messy, ravenous kiss, his hands working with ruthless speed to strip her clothes away.
In seconds, her torn blouse and bra fell to the floor. His large hands roamed hungrily over her bare skin, squeezing her soft breasts and leaving deep, lingering pressure as he trailed down her stomach.
With one sharp tug, he yanked her silk panties down her legs, leaving her completely naked against the wall.
Damian dropped straight to his knees in front of her.
He paused for a single, heavy second, his dark eyes greedily admiring every inch of her beauty. His warm lips began to kiss the tender skin of her inner thighs, making her breath catch.
Then, with smooth, effortless strength, he lifted one of her legs and rested it over his broad shoulder, giving himself complete, unrestricted access to her wet, throbbing core.
Ana gasped at the sudden move, her hands flying out to steady herself as her knees instantly threatened to buckle.
It was pathetic... deeply, maddeningly pathetic how easily her body betrayed her under his touch. No matter how much she tried to hold onto her ice-cold pride, her physical self surrendered completely to his dark torment.
Her fingers tangled into his thick, dark hair, involuntarily pulling on it as the sensation overload took over.
Damian let out a low, vibration-heavy groan against her skin, but he didn’t stop. His tongue flicked mercilessly against her clit, sucking her deep until another violent wave of pleasure shattered through her veins, sending her undone for the second time that night.
"Damian... please..." Ana begged, her voice barely a whimpering whisper as she clung to his shoulders.
Damian paused, lingering right against her wet skin before slowly rising to his full height. A slow, triumphant smirk played on his lips.
"Please what, Anastasia?" He purred low, his broad hand coming up to clamp firmly around her jaw, tilting her breathless face up to look at him.
"I... I need you," she whispered, her eyes dark with unsated desire.
"You need me to do what?" He pressed, his thumb pressing lightly into her chin.
"Please... it’s embarrassing to say it..." She bit her lip, her pride warring furiously against the overwhelming ache between her legs. She had never known physical intimacy before Damian, and now, her body craved him like a drug. "Damian... please give me your all. I need all of you to help me with this ache."