Page 18 of Tales of Obsession Epilogue
We were on the balcony of my old bedroom, overlooking the courtyard where Damon and I used to sneak around behind everyone’s backs. There was one exception tonight. The courtyard was littered with guests. The trees were decorated, and the aisles were lined with heaters. Guests cuddled with cozy, warm blankets in their designated seats. Some moseyed to the bar for a pre-ceremony drink. The ceremony would take place at midnight. Until then, guests had been provided with plenty of activities—alcohol, hot chocolate, hot chocolate with alcohol, champagne, and more alcohol to heat them up in the cold.
Meanwhile, we had found our own way of keeping warm.
I arched against Damon as his fingers found that sensitive bundle of nerves. My mouth opened when he applied the perfect amount of pressure. A sound escaped my lips, and his palm slapped over my mouth instantly.
“Don’t make a sound,” he murmured in my ear. “If any of our guests see you in this position, I’ll have to kill them.Thatwould be bad luck before the wedding.”
I rolled my eyes.
We were far enough away from the guests, but the rustling of the dress and my shallow, desperate breaths were unmistakable. Only one person had to glance up for us to be found out. I could just imagine the headlines.
Disgraced Philanthropist’s Sex Scandal in Front of Hundreds of People.
Damon would never be able to recover his golden boy persona. Perhaps that was why I loved it so much when he pulled shit like handcuffing me and fucking me out in the open because he couldn’t wait another second. Inwardly, Damon was just as bad as I was, but no one else knew this side of him because…
He was only bad for me.
The thrill of watching such a principled man come undone, his halo slipping to reveal the devil hiding beneath, made me lose control.
“Fuck.”
I jolted when he slapped my ass. “Quiet.”
I bit my lip to obey even as his fingers slid into my wet cunt.
“Good girl.” His possessive palm slid over the curve of my ass to soothe the sting.
This was the same man who took my last name so my legitimacy wouldn’t be questioned by our company’s board members. He was nothing if not encouraging of my career. But he flipped the script in times like these—he was dominant, and the contradiction was my undoing. I had long stopped trying to make sense of it and only knew one thing. Right now, he was in control.
My pulse thrummed when the back of my bare thighs chafed against his trousers. He pulled me closer, letting me feel his freed erection. With his hand between my shoulder blades, he pressed me against the balustrade. He pushed inside me in one fluid motion. The intrusion was sudden, and I fought to stayquiet, struggling to draw in a few ragged breaths. His hand firmly held me in place as he took me with deep, relentless thrusts, leaving no room to deny him.
Not that I could; something about him drove me wild. He knew exactly what buttons to push, whispering filthy words in my ear that made my knees weak. I came with his palm covering my mouth, my body trembling as he held me against the railing, each movement prolonging the agony.
When I looked back, I saw my husband’s face and the life we had built together. The company had grown under Damon’s patented technology and my ruthlessness. We were the best at what we did, but that wasn’t why I loved him. Nothing existed for Damon outside the orbit of our little family. When Arya cried at three a.m., he was already halfway to her crib before I even stirred. During my pregnancy, he canceled every meeting to attend my doctor’s appointments. Our photo was his cellphone wallpaper, his laptop screensaver, framed on his desk, and hung in every corner of his office.
Yes, he hovered too close and glared at any man who spoke to me, but no one had ever protected me, believed in me, or stood up for me the way he had. My stalker—my secret protector and champion.
Damon smiled that devastating smile as he uncuffed me and started pulling my dress down. He stopped when he saw the cum trickling down my leg. Something unholy shifted in his eyes, and that primal look was back in his face.
I pointed my index finger at him. “Don’t even think about it. Mom and her entourage are about to bring over Arya so I can feed her and put her to sleep.”
“One more time for good luck.”
“There’ll be enough time for that starting tomorrow.” We were leaving for a second honeymoon since I spent the first one being handcuffed to Damon in his penthouse. Everything wasreal this time around. “How did you convince Zane to watch Arya for a week anyway?” Zane was extremely possessive of his time with Mom.
“I brought Piya into the conversation and let her make the call.”
I rolled my eyes. It was how he had been dealing with Zane over the last year. “You can’t keep using Mom against Zane.”
He shrugged. “We’re both getting what we want out of this arrangement. Piya wants more time with her granddaughter and I don’t want to keep sharing my wife.”
“You do know that you’re being jealous of your own daughter.”
“Yes, I’m awful. But somehow, you still love me.”
“That I do.” His eyes glinted with all things vulgar but I slapped a hand over his chest. “Nope. Not again. Keep it in your pants.”
“No promises.” He started pulling me toward him when we were interrupted by a loud noise.
