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“Yes, I want it. But no. I don’t want him.”
“Good answer,” he growled, and he grabbed my underwear, yanking them down then ripping them off, exposing me. “I’ll keep these for later,” he said, stuffing the scraps of silk into his pocket, and then he reached between my legs, and I cried out as he stroked his fingers through my pussy.
“So wet, Maya,” he groaned. “That’s my girl.” And I wanted to fight back, tell him I wasn’t his girl. But right now, I wasn’t in control of anything. He was. And for once, I wasn’t arguing.
I closed my eyes as I savoured every stroke, the way he rolled his fingertips over where I felt most sensitive before slowly pushing his finger inside me and making me gasp.
“Do you like that?” he asked, as he stroked my inner walls, the palm of his hand rubbing my pussy as I began to move in time with him.
I made an appreciative noise to tell him I did, and he wrapped his other arm around my body, his free hand sliding up from my stomach, over my breasts and up to my neck. Then he wrapped his hand around my neck, holding me in place against him as he began to thrust his finger harder, applying morepressure, making my hips buck and roll, chasing something I didn’t know I needed to chase.
“You fuck my hand so well,” he moaned. “That’s it, watch them and feel me. Feel what I can do to you.”
But I wasn’t watching them. My eyes were closed and all I could see, feel, hear, everything was him.
He pushed another finger inside, stretching me, and I groaned, my own hands reaching down to hold his in place to make sure he didn’t stop.
I never wanted him to stop.
“You’re so close,” he sighed into my ear, and I nodded. “Are you ready to come for me, Maya?”
His voice was demanding, insistent that I do what he wanted, and I knew I had to. I wanted to. I wanted to lose myself to this feeling that he’d created. I’d never felt anything like this before. I had no idea my body was even capable of feeling like this, of pulsing the way it was, of clinging to something I had no comprehension of. But I wanted it. I was chasing that high.
“Yes,” I gasped, and I ground myself on his hand, my brain swirling as my body turned to jelly in his arms. My pussy contracted in the most sublime way; sparks of electricity ran through my whole body. My clit pulsed a beat as I cried a silent prayer, my mouth open but no words coming out, just thankful breaths and pants.
Damien buried his face in my neck as I struggled to stand up or hold myself together. Without his arms around me, I was sure I’d have collapsed to the floor in a puddle.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he whispered, his fingers still buried inside me, and then, as he said, “Was that your first?—”
A voice boomed from down the hallway, “WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS GOING ON?”
Chapter Twenty
Maya
Instantly, Damien pulled his hand from between my legs, and my supple, soft body went cold and rigid when I heard that voice.
I turned to face Firethorne as Damien stepped away from me, the fire in my veins rushing to my cheeks as I panicked, hoping he hadn’t seen what I thought he’d seen.
Firethorne was standing in the hallway, glaring at us, his hands fisted at his sides, his jaw clenched painfully tight, and a venomous glare in his eyes. Beresford was standing beside him with his nose wrinkled in disgust, and judging by the way his eyes were narrowed on me, I knew he’d seen everything.
“Answer me!” Firethorne barked, and Damien just cleared his throat and stepped forward, pushing his hands into his trousers like he didn’t have a care in the world.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Damien replied, and I didn’t even need to look at his face to know he was smirking. “We’re having a party.”
“Then shut it down,” Firethorne snapped, pointing his finger at Damien. “I want everyone out of here. Now. And that includesher.” He snapped his finger at Beresford and said, “Take her home.”
But I wasn’t going to be walked home by Beresford or anyone else. I was already mortified about this night, and being found doing what we were doing in this hallway, I didn’t need to prolong the agony.
“I’m fine. I can make my own way home,” I said, stalking down the hallway, desperate to move past the two older men and get out of this house.
But I’d barely made it down the hallway when I heard Firethorne bark, “Follow her.” And Beresford responded, “Yes, Sir.”
I didn’t want him to follow me, but when Damien announced, “I’ll walk her back,” I started to speed up. I didn’t want either of them coming after me. I wanted to be alone.
“Not you,” Firethorne bellowed down the halls. “You need to stay here and clean up the fucking mess you’ve made.” He continued shouting obscenities at Damien, but I didn’t stick around to hear any more.
I flung the front doors of the mansion open and ran down the steps onto the gravel drive. Then, without looking back, I marched forward, intent on heading straight home.
