Chapter 85 I was definitely in trouble
Aria’s POV
After Ethan left, I said reluctantly. "We should get back,"Before your family comes looking for us too."
"In a minute." His thumb brushed across my swollen lips. "I’m not done with you yet."
"Damian—"
"Just one more," he murmured, and then his mouth was on mine again, softer this time but no less consuming.
When he finally pulled away, we were both breathing hard.
We made it back to the private dining room just as Luna Elena was coming out to look for us.
"There you are!" She said with clear relief. "I was about to send out a search party. Is everything alright?"
"Everything’s fine, Mom," Damian said smoothly. "Aria just needed some air. The wine was a bit much."
Elena looked between us, and I was sure she could see right through the excuse. My lips felt swollen, my dress was slightly askew, and I was fairly certain I looked thoroughly kissed.
But she just smiled knowingly. "Of course. Well, we’re just finishing dessert. Come sit, both of you."
As we returned to the table, I caught Alex watching us with barely concealed amusement.
Catherine was smiling softly, and even the younger members of the family were exchanging knowing looks.
Great. His entire family now knew exactly what we’d been doing in that hallway.
Damian didn’t seem to care. He pulled my chair out for me, then settled into his own seat, his hand immediately finding my thigh under the table.
The casual possessiveness of the gesture made my breath catch, especially when his fingers started tracing lazy patterns against my skin.
"So," Alex said with a grin, raising his wine glass one more time. "One final toast. To Damian and Aria—may they always find such creative ways to... take the air."
The entire table erupted in laughter, and I wanted to sink through the floor from embarrassment.
But Damian just smiled, his hand tightening on my thigh in a way that promised we’d be doing a lot more than kissing the moment we got home.
I was definitely in trouble.
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Dinner was finally over.
As I said goodbye to his family, Elena hugged me and whispered in my ear, "Take care of him."
I nodded, not sure what to say. Take care of Damian? The man looked like he didn’t need anyone to take care of him.
But when I looked up at him, he was staring at me with an expression that made my knees weak.
"Let’s go," he said, his voice low. His hand landed on my lower back. "Now."
As we walked toward the parking lot, his hand never left my body. His fingers traced circles on my waist, occasionally sliding down to the top of my ass—the kind of touch that was casual and suggestive at the same time.
When we reached the car, he opened the back door for me.
"Get in," he said, his voice rough and thick.
The moment I sat down, he followed me in and slammed the door shut.
"Damian, Rick is still—"
"He knows what to do," Damian cut me off, his mouth already on my neck. "Don’t worry about him."
The partition between the front and back seats rose silently, giving us complete privacy. The engine started, and the car began to move.
His mouth was hot against my throat, teeth grazing the skin just below my ear, and I could already feel myself trembling.
His hand slid up my thigh, fingers pressing into the soft flesh, pushing my dress higher.
I gasped and grabbed his wrist. "Wait—the doctor said you shouldn’t do strenuous exercise."
He stopped. Pulled back just enough to look at me. A slow, dark smile spread across his face.
"Then I guess," he said, his voice dropping low, "you’ll have to do all the work tonight. I’ll just lie here and let you ride this cock until you can’t walk tomorrow."
God, he was so crude. But I could feel my panties getting soaked from his words alone.
Before I could respond, his mouth was on my ear, his breath hot and damp against the sensitive shell. His tongue traced the curve, and a shiver ran down my spine.
"All night," he murmured, his voice dripping with barely contained hunger, "all I wanted was to drag you under the table, make you kneel in front of me, and have that pretty little mouth of yours worship my cock."
His filthy words made me wetter.
"You—" I gasped. "Your family was right there—"
"I don’t give a fuck," he bit down on my earlobe. "All I could think about was watching you swallow every last drop of me, then licking your lips clean."
His hand roughly tore at my dress, his fingers sliding straight into my already soaked panties.
"Fuck, you’re this wet already," he groaned. "Just from hearing me talk dirty, your little cunt is dripping for me?"
"Damian—"
"Call me what?" His fingers stopped right at my most sensitive spot, refusing to move.
"Daddy," I breathed out, shame and arousal flooding me at the same time.
"Good girl," he murmured with satisfaction, then thrust two fingers deep inside me.
I moaned, my body instinctively rocking against his hand. The car glided smoothly down the road, but in the back seat, everything was pure sin.
"You know how badly I wanted to pin you against that wall earlier?" His fingers pumped in and out of me fast.
"Right in front of your useless ex. Make him hear you call me daddy. Make him know exactly whose woman you are now."
"Oh god—"
"You want that? Want him to watch me fuck you?" His thumb pressed against my clit. "Want him to watch you beg for it like a desperate little slut?"
"Yes," I whimpered, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving me.
Damian let out a satisfied growl and pulled his fingers out abruptly. Before I could protest, he was unbuckling his belt and yanking down his zipper.
"Come here," he commanded, freeing his massive cock. "Get on your knees and show me what that mouth can do."