Damien loved me, but when he was angry, he fucked me like he hated me, and I loved every second of it.
Straight away, he thrust into me with hard, fast-paced strokes. I slammed my hand over my mouth when a cry climbed up my throat. I was very aware of whose house I was in, and I was trying to keep our lovemaking silent instead of confirming what Keela and Alec already knew we were doing, but Damien wouldn’t allow it. He grabbed my hand, pulled it from my mouth, and pinned it to my side. He pounded into me, and I cried out in delight.
“Yes, harder!” I shouted. “Fuck!”
“Let them hear you,” he growled. “Let them know exactly what I’m doing to you.”
He leaned his head down to mine, and just when I thought he was going to kiss me, he dipped his head, brought his mouth to my neck, and he bit me. Not enough to break the skin, but enough for it to sting with pain. I hissed, but my body arched against Damien’s, confusing the pain with pleasure. Everything happened rapidly then. Damien leaned back, then balancing himself on one arm, he removed his hand from my wrist and brought it to my pussy. He rubbed his thumb up and down before he rested it on my clit and swirled it around. My breath caught, and an orgasm began to build.
“Damien.”
His eyes fluttered shut. “Again.”
I groaned as he bucked into me, stealing my breath.
“Say it again!”
“Damien.”
“Fu...ck.” He licked his lower lip. “I’m gonna come.”
He pinched my clit the second the words left his mouth, and the pain caused my orgasm to unexpectedly slam into me. A silent cry passed my lips as a pulse of ecstasy started at my clit and spread outward like scorching flames. The sensation wrapped around every muscle and drained me of energy. I hadn’t realised that my eyes had closed, but when I blinked them open, Damien was already pulling out of my body. He retrieved my underwear as I pushed myself up to my elbows. He didn’t speak a word to me as he slid them back up my shaking legs to my mid-thigh so I could pull them the rest of the way up.
“I didn’t wear a rubber,” he said. “You’ll have to go to the bathroom so your panties don’t get ruined.”
I lay back on the bed in a sweaty mess and tried to remember if I took my pill that morning. I couldn’t recall whether I did, and I inwardly kicked myself.
“I’m mortified.”
“Why?”
“Why?” I repeated incredulously. “We aren’t at home. We can’t just have sex in your brother’s house like it’s okay.”
“I told you about your attitude and what I was going to do if you had one with me.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m aware.”
“You could have said no.” He shrugged. “If you showed any sign of not wanting me, I wouldn’t have touched you and you know it.”
I gritted my teeth. “Ye’ know I can’t think straight when ye’ start touchin’ me.”
My body acted of its own accord when Damien put his hands on me. Like a shark who caught the scent of blood, he needed to feed. When Damien touched me, I needed him to never stop touching me.
“Yeah,” he replied, and I heard the smile in his tone. “I know.”
I exhaled a breath.
“I’m still mad at ye’ over our fight.”
“And I’m still mad at you over it,” Damien replied. “But don’t for one second think I don’t love you because I do. My brothers don’t care if their women talk shit to them, but I do, so remember that when you want to run your mouth.”
It was almost embarrassing how attractive I found him to be when he was domineering.
“Yeah.” I grunted. “I got that message loud and clear, bossy hole.”
He pulled me to my feet, and before I could fix my underwear and dress, Damien caught my chin with his fingers, tipped my head back, and pressed his lips to mine. He kissed me until my hands found their way up to his hair and tangled around the thick strands. My toes curled, and my body pressed against him before I realised I had moved. His arms were wrapped around my waist, and when we finally separated, my eyes were closed, and my breathing was laboured.
Damien, on the other hand, sounded perfectly fine.
“Ye’ can’t kiss me when I’m mad at ye’.”
I opened my eyes just as he invaded my space.
“Fucking watch me.”
I experienced a moment of déjà vu because I was sure he said something just as similar to me once before. Before he could dip his head and kiss me again, I backed away from him, keeping my eyes trained on his.
“I have to get cleaned up.”
He rolled his eyes over me, then jerked his head as if to give me permission to go to the bathroom. When I narrowed my eyes, a delicious grin tugged at his plump lips. With my head held high, I turned and walked as best as I could with my underwear around my thighs to leave the bedroom and go into the bathroom. After relieving myself and cleaning up, I washed my hands and returned to the bedroom to find Damien had already remade the bed and had the room looking just as pretty as when we first entered.
“I have to go back to work,” he said as he followed me down the stairs. “I’ll be home in time for dinner.”
“I’m not makin’ ye’ dinner,” I told him. “Ye’ can go to Branna if you’re hungry; she’ll feed ye’.”
Damien sighed. “You’d really let me starve?”
“Yes, I would. Now, don’t let the door hit ye’ in the arse on the way out.”
I jumped when he smacked my behind at the bottom of the stairs and glared at him over my shoulder as he left the house with a smirk on his face. When he was gone, I turned my attention to Alec and Keela who were arguing in the sitting room.
“I’m goin’ to start a gang,” Keela announced. “You’ll see, playboy. And it’ll be a terrifyin’ gang!”
“You said book club wrong.”
I found it ironic that Keela’s weapon of choice turned out to be a book as she flung it at Alec’s head at rapid speed. He tried to dodge it, bless him, but it clapped him in the centre of his chest.
“Harry Potter,” he rasped when he looked at the book’s cover. “Why does it always have to be Harry Potter?”
I know the answer, I thought merrily. They were the biggest books Keela owned and would do the most damage.
“I thought ye’ loved Harry Potter,” I commented as I leaned my shoulder against the doorway. “Isn’t that why ye’ became a banshee over that stupid cup?”
“How dare you call it stupid!” Alec shouted in outrage as he jumped to his feet and spun to face me. “It was perfect, and you broke it because you’re evil.”
I loved him so much that it wasn’t even funny. He was honestly my favourite person … but he wasn’t allowed to know that.
I looked at Keela. “Phone me if you go into labour. I’m goin’ over to Branna’s house for a bit to leave ye’ both … to whatever this is.”
“Sure,” Alec hollered as I left. “Have angry sex in our guest room with my baby brother, then up and leave. Rude ass!”
My cheeks burned with heat as I left the house and crossed the road to Branna and Ryder’s house. Ryder was backing out of his garden in his work truck with Damien in the passenger side. Three teenage boys wearing my old school’s uniform were walking by just as I stepped onto the path, and one of them looked at me and stopped dead in his tracks, causing his other two friends to slow down.
“Fuck me,” he said, his eyes wide. “You’re seriously good lookin’.”
I wished I could have disappeared into thin air.
My lips parted. “Uh, thank you.”
“Can I get a selfie with ye’?” he asked. “Our teacher gave us an assignment to pose with someone who we thought was beautiful, and that, missus, is you.”