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“No,” I whispered. “Never again.”
He climbed over me, thick cock rubbing against my soaked entrance, and paused. “You don’t ever tell me to shut up again. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Fuck, yes.”
Then he slammed into me. Hard. Deep. Brutal. The kind of thrust that made my eyes roll back and my legs tremble. I was still tied up, still completely at his mercy as he pounded into me, hand gripping my throat just enough to claim, not hurt.
“You’re mine, Deliah. Mine to love. Mine to correct. Mine to destroy.”
I moaned his name, incoherent, lost to the waves of heat and sensation.
“You love being punished, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “God, yes.”
He kept going, relentless, driving me closer and closer, and finally—
“Come,” he ordered, voice low and ragged. “Now.”
And I did. My whole body arched, lights exploding behind my eyes as I shattered around him, trembling, twitching, unable to stop. Seconds later, he groaned deeply and followed, spilling inside me with a low growl, his body collapsing over mine. We stayed like that for a moment, panting, slick with sweat, my wrists still cuffed, heart still racing. Then, wordlessly, he reached up and unbuckled the cuffs. I let my arms fall to my sides, utterly spent. He lay beside me, pulling me into him, wrapping me up like something precious. His hand stroked my hair. My back. My thighs. Gentle. Loving.
“You okay, baby?” he asked softly.
I nodded against his chest, voice small. “Yeah.”
He kissed the top of my head. “I was mad. But I wasn’t going to hurt you. You know that, right?”
“I know,” I whispered. “I wanted it.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, you fucking did. Even in Versace.”
I laughed weakly, eyes fluttering shut.
“I love you, Deliah.”
My chest swelled. “I love you too.”
We lay there in silence, hearts still thudding in sync, and I knew, whatever came next, this was home.
Chapter 31 –
Claim the Sand Like Pirates
It was just after 5 a.m. when I heard the frantic knocking, loud, relentless, desperate. I barely registered it at first, still half asleep, sore and hazy from last night’s punishment. Damion shot up beside me, all instinct and protection, already out of bed before I could speak.
“Stay here,” he said firmly, grabbing a pair of joggers off the floor.
“Who is it?” I mumbled, eyes blinking against the early light creeping in through the curtains.
“Just stay here, Deliah.”
That tone made my stomach twist. The way he said it. Quiet, urgent, like he was ready to fight whatever was on the other side of that door. But I couldn’t just lie there. My pulse quickened, and despite the ache between my thighs and the exhaustion still dragging me down, I slipped out of bed and followed him, tiptoeing onto the landing. That’s when I heard it—the crying. Not just crying. Sobbing. My heart dropped. I didn’t even have to see her face.
“Cherry?” I called, already racing down the stairs.
She was at the front door, collapsed into Damion’s arms. Her makeup was smeared, hair tangled from the wind, and her dress, last night’s, hung off her like it didn’t belong to her anymore. She looked broken.
“Cherry, what the fuck—are you okay?” I pulled her straight into my chest. She didn’t answer, just buried her face into my neck and sobbed harder, her whole body shaking. “What happened?” I whispered, holding her tighter.
