Page 36 of Cut Me Down

“Already done. They’ll be here this afternoon. I'll install them for you tonight.” He says with food in his mouth, but careful not to be gross about it.

“You don’t want to watch me anymore?” Why does the thought of that hurt my feelings? A slight twinge grows in my chest until he nods his head.

“Of course I do, baby. I just don’t need the windows to do so anymore.” Now, that comment makes my nerves tingle. The thought of him coming and going as he pleases, watching my every move, whether I want him to or not is unsettling. Has he already been in the apartment? That night I woke up and thought I saw someone, did I actually?

“What if I asked you stop? What if I don’t want you doing this?” He gently drops his fork on the plate and walks around the corner, sending sharp trembles down my spine. I stand, so if needed I’ll have a head start, and he backs me into the counter. I shake at the cold surface surprising me, exploding the trembles throughout my body as I look up to meet his daring gaze.

“Take off your pants.” He demands with a groaning tone as I clinch my thighs to hide my body’s betrayal, the heat and moisture beginning to pool there. While his demeanor and tone send fear into my chest, his commanding presence causes the heat between my legs to rise.

“What?” I ask shakily.

“Take. Them. Off.” He commands me again as I attempt to calm my shallow breaths. The corner of his lip curls slightly as he notices the heat flooding my cheeks, and just as before, his grin begins to steal the worry from me. Though not completely, as I'm fully aware that I still don’t know this mysterious man. He could still want to drag me out into a forest and chop me into bits, but I try my best not to think about that in this moment.

Shakily, I begin to loop my fingers around my sweatpants, but before I can take them off, he grabs me by my waist, sets me on the edge of the counter, and shoves his hand in my pants, inserting two fingers into me and massaging my clit with the heel of his palm.

“It doesn’t feel like you want me to stop.” I fling my head back and start to breathe heavily as he curls his fingers in and out of me, hitting that sweet sensitive spot every time. My breaths begin to stall and the rumble in my gut intensifies. “You’re mine, Ashia. I’ve made that pretty fucking clear. Every other choice is yours, but not that one. You can hate me and try to run, but you won’t get very far. I’ll chase you to the ends of the earth, little wolf, and I have a feeling you'll want me to.”

He uses his other hand to begin yanking down my pants. As soon as he rips them off, he pulls my body closer to the edge of the counter, kneels, and begins sucking and biting on my clit as he rests my legs on top of his shoulders, angling my hips just right. The slight pain coming from his teeth and the rigid surface of his tongue makes my body jolt fiercely.

“Damien, please…” What the fuck have I gotten myself into, and is it wrong for me to like it? I shouldn’t. He’s a murderous stalker. If he can murder Cooper without a second thought, what could he do to me? I’ve never felt such conflicting emotions. A part of me is terrified of this man. Of this situation. Of the unknown. While the other parts of me are curious. Aroused. Yearning. There’s a familiarity to him that I am gravitating towards. Something that tells me to venture deeper into the dark shadow that is Damien.

I'm forced out of my thoughts by a sharp bite on my clit that makes me moan out loudly and try to flinch my legs closed. I feel that pull in my lower stomach start to tug again. My short breaths coming out as pants as I feel his large tongue slip inside me and swirl around the walls, making me shake. My breathing is now in tune with the rhythm of his tongue, and his hands are in a forceful grip that pulls me closer to him. I can’t hear anything leave his mouth over him lapping into me, but I feel a vibrating sensation come from deep in his throat, rattling me to my core.

“God, how are you doing that?” I'm having to force those words out of my mouth, pushing them through the pending orgasm building inside my body.

“There is no God here, baby girl. Only me. Not even God could make you come like I can.” A shrill moan that I’ve never heard myself make before, escapes my mouth. I throw my head back again and find my grip in his hair as he sinks his fingers into my flesh. Pulling me so close to his jaws I'm not sure how he can breathe. He’s devouring me, eating through me until he reaches my soul.

I climb and climb, the buildup stealing all of the air from my lungs until I push over the edge at the last scrape of his teeth. I scream out as I crash recklessly into him. He drinks all of my release, lapping his tongue over and over as if he was suffering from withdrawals from me before this. The swallowing motion from his throat drives into my core. It feels as if I’m having an out-of-body experience. My very essence trying to escape from this pleasurable grasp, only to be dragged back down with the sensation subsiding.

With me still breathing heavily, he stands back up and presses his forehead against mine, nuzzling his nose against mine in a sweet, playful gesture.

“Any other questions?” He asks in a growling tone. His lips glisten with my orgasm, and it’s very distracting as I try to regain my resolve.

“Why me?” My voice is so shaky, it’s a cause for concern. “What am I? Victim number five?” He lightly grabs my chin and tilts my head to look up at him.

“The first, the one, and the only baby, and I don’t know why. I was walking down the street, and your beautiful eyes pulled me from afar. I watched you move through the window, and it was like you called out to me. Like I had found something I didn’t know I was searching for. I can’t explain it. In that moment I just knew.” His eyes scream truth. Burying themselves into my depths.

“Knew what?” I'm both terrified and eager to ask.

“That you were made for me, and I would do anything to have you. That everything about you would be perfect for me, and not having you would be worse than any death this world could bring me. You should know that I have every intention of making you feel the same way about me, whether you want to or not.” He kisses my forehead forcefully and sets me off the counter. “Eat as much as you want, I'll clean up. I just had my breakfast.”

“Oh my God, Ash! What the fuck happened!?” Serena runs up to me as I walk into the nurse’s station at the ER. Panic spreading across her face. The clean smell hits my nose and brings back feelings from that night so long ago. It's weird what we remember and what we shove out of our memories. How the slightest reminder brings it all back.

Damien said he had some business to take care of and that I should get my throat and face looked at. He somehow already knew Serena was an ER nurse, of course. I wonder if that was also in my files somewhere.

“I'm fine, I just need you to look me over.” I try to say with a sliver of reassurance.

“Who the fuck did this!?” I hush her high pitched yell, and lead her to one of the empty rooms. She shuts the door as she pulls in a nurse’s cart, and then stands with her hands on her hips and her bouncy ponytail drapes down her chest. Anger now replaces her previous worried glare. “Your stalker did this? I'll fucking kill him.” She’s spitting pure venom with her words. I shake my head quickly, trying to convey the urgency.

“No, Damien did not do this.”

“Damien? So he has a name now? I left you at one in the morning and it’s eleven now, what the fuck happened?”

“Cooper.” I say almost instantly, so she doesn’t have the chance to yell anymore. “Cooper happened…” Her eyes widen, and her shoulders drop. The tears forming in her eyes activate the stinging in mine.

“I'm calling the fucking police.” She reaches for her phone.

“No!” I hold her hands in mine as tightly as I can. My knuckles turning white. I should let her call the police, but I don't want Damien getting in trouble for saving my life. What would happen to DH? Our hometown would descend into complete darkness if it wasn't for him. “He won’t be a problem anymore.” Her eyes widen even more as the wheels in her head start to turn. Her pupils tighten with fear.

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