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He fucked me against the wall like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, making me moan and gasp for air. I could feel his muscles tense and release with every movement, and I knew he was just as lost in this as I was.

His hands gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place as he drove into me over and over again. I could feel the sweat dripping down his back, and I knew he was giving everything he had to this moment.

The sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room, along with our ragged breaths and desperate moans. It was primal and raw, and it felt like we were tearing each other apart with every movement.

But even as the pleasure built inside of me, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was more than just physical. There was something deeper happening here, something that went beyond the surface level of our bodies moving together.

I looked into his eyes and saw the same intensity reflected back at me. It was like we were communicating without words, saying things that couldn't be expressed any other way.

And then, just as I felt myself reaching the edge, he whispered my name. It was barely audible over the sound of our bodies, but it was enough to send me over the edge.

I came with a force that left me shaking and gasping for air. He followed soon after, his body tensing and releasing as he found his own release.

For a moment, we just stood there, panting and trying to catch our breath. And then he slowly lowered me to the ground, his arms still wrapped around me like he was afraid to let go.

I leaned my head against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat as it slowly returned to normal. And in that moment, I knew that whatever happened next, we would face it together.

Chapter32

Damien

Isat in my car, gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. The cold leather bit into my palms, but I didn’t care. I should have been panicking, should have been regretting what happened on the ice. The chaos, the violence—it wasn’t just a fight; it was a fucking breakdown. But strangely enough, I felt nothing but clarity.

Holly was back in my room, sleeping peacefully after the whirlwind of emotions and heat we had shared. I remembered how we came home together, how I fucked her twice more before fatigue finally pulled us under. Each moment with her felt like an anchor.

I glanced at the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of myself—disheveled, bruised, and high on adrenaline. My mind drifted back to her lips on mine, soft and inviting. The way she melted against me reminded me that I still had something real to hold onto.

My heart raced as thoughts of my father clawed their way to the surface. He had been distant ever since he learned about Holly's involvement with me again. But today? Today would be different. Today, I would confront him.

I breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly, pushing away any lingering doubt. He needed to understand that this time was different; Holly wasn’t just some girl to me anymore—she was everything.

The engine rumbled beneath me as I turned the key in the ignition, feeling its power surge through my veins like a shot of whiskey straight to my core. I couldn’t hide from him any longer.

With one last glance at the building where she slept—the warmth and chaos coiled up inside—my resolve hardened. It was time for him to see that I wouldn’t be pushed around anymore.

I pulled out my phone, my fingers shaking slightly as I dialed. The line rang once. Twice. I could almost feel the weight of my father’s disapproval creeping in even before he answered.

“Damien, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” His voice cut through the silence, clipped and laced with irritation.

I exhaled slowly, sharp enough to slice through the tension. “We need to talk.”

He scoffed, the sound dripping with condescension. “You think after that disaster I’m going to save your ass?”

I smirked coldly at the phone, feeling a surge of defiance. “Oh, you’re going to do more than that.”

“Is that so?” he challenged, his tone shifting from disbelief to annoyance. “You think you can just waltz back in here after making a fool of yourself and expect me to play along?”

“Look,” I said, leaning back in my seat as frustration clawed at my insides. “This isn’t about playing along anymore. You don’t get to dictate who I am or what I want.”

There was silence on the other end for a moment—long enough for me to feel a flicker of uncertainty before he responded. “What you want? You mean your little escapades with Holly? You really think this is going to end well for you?”

“I don’t care what you think,” I shot back, anger bubbling beneath the surface. “You don’t know anything about us—about what she means to me.”

“Damien…” His voice lowered, filled with an authority that had always made me toe the line growing up. “You’re jeopardizing everything we’ve built here. Your career, your future… it’s all on the line because of her.”

“You’ve never cared about me,” I countered, frustration spilling into my tone. “This is about control for you—just like always.”

“You’ll regret this,” he warned, but his threat didn’t hold weight anymore.

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