Page 23 of Damon

“Maybe you should.” I didn’t come this far to back down now. Damon may have had the ability to turn me into a bundle of nerves but I was determined to make him see that he’d met his match.

The sound of sirens in the distance reached us. I tensed, my eyes widening. It wouldn’t be long before the fire department and police arrived at the warehouse. Would they find us down here? Would they even look?

“Maybe another time,” Damon said. “We should probably get gone pretty fast. But I’m not going anywhere until I’ve been inside you.”

He surprised me by ignoring the approaching sirens. Pulling down my pants instead, working them over my running shoes. He swiftly unzipped his jeans, jerking them down to free his cock. I was both happy and disappointed to see his long, thick shaft. Some guys didn’t deserve to have such a gorgeous dick. Right then I was elated to know it was all for me.

Somehow, the rational side of my brain still managed to function. “Are you sure we shouldn’t leave right n—”

My question cut off as Damon lifted me in his arms, my back braced against the Escalade as he thrust inside me. The sirens became background noise. The sudden sensation of having him fill me, stretching me wide, had my head falling back against the vehicle. My fingers digging into his shoulders as I searched for a way to brace myself.

Pressing his mouth to my exposed throat, Damon licked and sucked at my skin. His breath hot against me. His hips moving quickly between my thighs. A frantic rhythm that made me question everything I thought I knew about men and sex.

Damon’s fingers dug into my ass, no doubt leaving bruises as he held me in place. There was a sharp sting as he bit my neck. Then another. Slowly, he dragged his tongue from the hollow of my throat up to the base of my chin. A move so sensual and calculated. A direct contrast to the way he fucked me.

Every few thrusts he bumped against my clit, driving the already heightened sensations to all new levels. Forcing moans from me with every entry. Despite the men in my past, I’d never experienced a passion so raw and wild. So manic. Driven by a deep loathing that wasn’t strong enough to deny the attraction between us.

There was nothing good about Damon Price. He was a bad man who did terrible things. I didn’t want or need someone like him in my life. So why the hell was I so close to coming all over his cock?

Before I could do just that, Damon pulled out, dropping me back down to my feet. Flinging open the back door of the Escalade, he spun me around, bending me over the back seat. He slammed into me from behind, grabbing a handful of my braid and jerking my head back. The pained noise I made only drove him.

“I need to watch your sweet pussy take my cock.” His words were followed by a smack on my bare ass cheek. “Do you love the way I fuck you, cream puff? Are you going to come for me?”

There was far too much satisfaction in his tone. Despite how good it felt to have him pounding into me with a mutual desperation for a happily climactic finish, I needed to take him down a peg if possible.

“I’ve had better,” I said between gasps and moans. “Your cock could use another inch or two.”

His grip on my braid tightened. This time he used his hold on me to force my face down against the seat. Not for a moment did his rhythm falter.

“Your smart mouth could be put to better use,” he snapped back. “If the cops weren’t two blocks away, I would choke you with my cock. Next time.”

Somehow, his thrusts became more powerful. More aggressive. Shoving me forward on the seat. I clutched desperately at the leather, my fingernails digging in deep. When he dropped one hand down, reaching around to stroke my clit, my cry was muffled by the seat.

The pleasure built fast. I wasn’t ready for it when it hit hard. Orgasmic spasms that racked my entire body. Rolling through me with a bone rattling intensity. Making noises spill from my lips that I had never heard before.

Damon gripped my ass hard, his hips jerking. He made a low animalistic sound moments before pulling out and coming on my ass. I slumped against the seat beneath me, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.

He pulled away, leaving me there sprawled across the seat. A moment later, a package of wet wipes landed in front of me.

“Get cleaned up. We need to get out of here.”

My mouth dropped open. The audacity of this man continued to grow with every interaction. I’d never been so immediately enraged after such an encounter. Although I’d never had an encounter quite like this.

Swiping the package of wipes from where it lay, I pulled a few out and awkwardly reached back to wipe his cum off my ass cheek. I was absolutely fuming when I pulled my pants back up and got into the front passenger seat. Balling up the used wipes, I threw them in Damon’s face.

“You are such an asshole,” I hissed. “Take me home. I need to get far away from you.”

Opening his window, Damon threw the ball of wipes out into the dumpster. “I should make you walk.”

I shrugged, not giving a shit. “Go right ahead. I’ll walk right over to that warehouse and tell the cops what you did.”

“Like hell you will.” Damon slammed the Escalade into gear before peeling out of the alley. “Do not fuck with me, Athena. I can make you disappear.”

Even though I completely believed him, I rolled my eyes and scoffed anyway. “If you say so.”

The drive back to my apartment was tense and long. Damon took his time, making sure we weren’t being followed before finally turning onto my street. We sat in uncomfortable silence.

Arriving at my building, I threw open the door, ready to flee him. He caught my arm before I could escape.