CHAPTER 5

DAMON

Twenty hours had passed since she fainted in my arms. Maybe I frightened her too much. A part of my chest tingled at the realization that I might’ve pushed my girl into the arms of another monstrous man.

My girl…

I said it again as I brushed weak strands of hair off her face. I would’ve loved to show her the finger I took from his hands, to reassure her that I meant what I said. But I knew better now.

Her soft grumble called my attention back to her as she adjusted uneasily on the bed.

“You…”

“It is I, dove,” I reassured her.

The look on her face was proof enough that she wasn’t pleased to see me.

“Where am I?”

“In our house.”

She arched her brows. “Our?”

“Yes, dove. Our.”

She adjusted herself more, grunting softly.

“Here, let me help you,” I offered.

She didn’t struggle.

“What happened to me?”

“You crashed in my arms.”

“That’s not what I remember.”

“What do you remember?”

“You, hitting that man. Blood…” she said. The way her breath hitched mid-sentence signaled that her full consciousness of the situation was beginning to come in.

She was with me.

She didn’t seem to like it at all.

I sniffed uneasily. “You know you’re safe, right?”

She held my gaze for long seconds before throwing her gaze away. She looked up at the ceiling, watching the heavy chandelier as they trickled and reflected different colors.

Next, she sat up and, in one swift movement, snatched the syringe out of her hand and sprang up.

I hurried to her side. “You can’t do that.”

“I have no time for this. I need to leave.”

“I don’t care what you need to do. You’re not leaving.”

“I’m fine. Just a little weak. I’ll be fine, and thank you.”

Her eyes softened at me.

“Thank you,” she whispered even more softly.

Her words were soft, but I could see the rise and fall of her chest behind my huge T-shirt.

She was scared.

Again.

Fuck, why?

“Laura…”

“Where’s the bathroom?”

I nodded towards it.

She hurried inside. I heard water splash and gush.

She was probably taking a bath because she had nowhere to go after here.

I walked to the bathroom and kicked the door open.

She gasped, covering her chest with her arms.

“How much?” I asked.

She scoffed. “I told you I’d never let you touch me.”

“Honey, I carried you, cleaned and took care of you. I already touched you.”

“Then what do you want?”

“You said you needed money. I’ll give it to you.”

She dropped her hands. “At what price?”

“How much?”

She swallowed. “Nine… nine million.”

I chuckled. “How did a young girl like you find yourself in such a debt?”

She sighed. “Do you want to help, or do you just wish to humiliate me?”

“No, dove. I wish to walk into that shower and fuck you so good till you cry and cum with my length still buried inside you.”

Her soft gasp sent a pulse down my cock.

I walked closer.

“But for now, I just want to know how to help you.”

Silence.

“Breathe, dove.”

She swallowed, and her cheeks immediately flushed.

God, she drives me crazy.

“It’s…it’s nine million.” Her lips started to tremble.

She’s not about to cry, is she?

Tears dropped down her cheeks as well as running water. She gathered her hair backwards.

“I don’t know what to do.” She completely broke, crying loudly. “They’re gonna kill us.”

She touched her stomach.

“They’re gonna sell my organs.”

“Well, they can’t now, can they?”

She stopped immediately.

“They can’t?”

“Well, you should be more worried. They’d probably sell you off rather than kill you,” I joked.

Her eyes widened fearfully.

“I’m just kidding. But yeah, you can’t sell the organs of a junkie.”

“How do you know that?” she said between sobs.

“Stop crying.”

“I can’t.”

“You should. Don’t let me get closer.”

She instantly swallowed her cries.

I shook my head. The way she moved between emotions marveled me.

“I’ll get you new clothes. Get finished.”

I picked up the old shirt on the door and walked out of the bathroom.

She was right about one thing, though.

There was a price.

I walked into my dressing room and pulled out a white T-shirt and a new short. It was really weird to be doing this, but it didn’t make me mad. In fact, I wanted to see her on them.

I folded the clothes neatly on my bed and waltzed to get my checkbook. I signed the check and rested it next to the clothes.

My phone rang. It was Michael.

I answered.

“It’s done.”

His voice echoed through the speaker.

“Well done,” I responded and cut.

She walked out, tying my huge white towel around her chest. Her wet curls clung to her skin.

“That was the nicest bath of my life,” she commented.

Her smile lit up my world.

God, I must have her.

Own her.

Crap, I need her.

“There.”

I gestured to the bed, settling into the chair opposite it.

“New clothes and your check.”

She threw me a look of disbelief and hurried to the side of the bed.

“Is this real?”

“Depends.”

She stared at me.

“On?”

“If you agree to my terms. To be mine.”

She returned her gaze to the check and then back at me.

“I said what I said. I’d never let you have me.”

I slouched.

“Why? You scared?”

“Of?”

“How I make you feel.”

She stood up and took two slow steps towards me. The way she stiffened her back showed her forced resolve.

“You forget who I am. I’m a whore. I’ve seen bigger and more dangerous men than you. You don’t scare me.”

“Like the one I saved you from?” I mocked.

Her expression dropped immediately.

She grabbed the clothes and turned to leave, but I dashed for her and caught her by the shoulders.

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

She wriggled, struggling to get out of my grip.

“Hey, hey,” I called, positioning her at the wall and trapping her with my body. “Hey…”

I cradled her face.

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No need to apologize. I already knew you were an original cunt.”

“You know I’m your best shot, Laura. You’d fuck through the whole of New York before you’d raise one percent of that money, and you know it.”

“I don’t care,” she cussed.

“Then you better start caring because no one would fucking touch you anymore, Laura. You’re mine.”

I wrapped my hands around her waist and forced hers close to mine.

“Mine alone,” I growled.

Her heartbeat increased, and she struggled to breathe.

“You don’t get to decide that.”

“I do when I own all the clubs you’d ever have access to.”

“What?” She shuddered.

“Admit it. You’re shaking for me. Bet you’re also fucking wet for me.”

“I’m not.”

“Oh, I bet,” I mocked, pressing further into her.

A soft moan escaped her lips.

“I’m not,” she breathed, her voice fading into a whisper.

“Well, let’s find out.”

I grabbed both her hands and locked them above her head with one arm, stepping closer until there was no room for her to move.

She looked up at me, defiance still burning in her huge eyes.

I arched my brow.

She straightened her head refusing to give me the answer I was desperate for.

I scoffed.

Then I kissed her.

Hard, hungry.

The moment she kissed back every strand of restraint I had left snapped.

I slid my fingers between her legs and found her warmth. The moment my hands touched her, she gasped into my mouth.

I groaned in pleasure and her soft cry followed.

“Fuck, Laura.”

She was trembling. Pulsing, I could feel it around my fingers.

I broke the kiss just long enough to look at her.

“Are you going to tell me this doesn’t make you feel good? That you don’t feel anything?”

She swallowed. “I don’t.”

Liar

I added another finger and slowly slid into her wetness. She was so fucking tight it left me flaggerbasted.

I thrust, slower this time. Savoring the way her resistance weakened beneath my touch.

“You’re so wet for me, dove, and I’m rock hard for you too.”

Her fingers curled into my hair. The tiny impulsive movement drove me insane.

Her towel slipped loose, revealing her full, round breasts.

For one breathtaking second, none of us moved. Her eyes widened while mine scrutinized over her before returning to her face.

Beautiful.

Fucking beautiful.

Made me hungry to touch them.

To kiss them.

I leaned downwards kissing her neck as she tilted despite herself to give me more access.

My spare hands found her breasts and cradled them gently before caressing her nipples with my thumb.

“Damon…”

Her cries shot spasms through me. The way she said my name destroyed me.

I pulled back to get another look at her.

Her cheeks were flushed, her hair looked haggard and her eyes had softened into something I couldn’t quite understand. Something I would kill for.

Something I wanted more of.

I reached in deeper with my fingers.

Her hands flew to my neck again. This time, I held her tighter burying my face in her neck as I tried to regain my control.

God.

I wanted to sweep her up, wrap her legs around my waist and bury my dick inside of her.

But she had no idea what she was doing to me. She wouldn’t let me.

I cussed and pulled away before I lost control.

We stared at each other, breathing heavily.

Neither of us spoke.

I looked at her face, at the confusion and lingering need in her eyes, and smiled.

“Guess I was right.”

“What was that?” she said, forcing her voice out.

“You, dove.”

I brushed a damp curl off her face.

Her face softened into something I couldn’t quite fathom.

I’ve had several women surprised about how good I was in bed, but this…

This was different.

She looked away first, then bent to pick up the towel and grab the clothes.

“I still won’t let you touch me.”

I scoffed.

“Keep telling yourself that,” I responded, licking the fingers I’d just pleased her with.

She flushed and dashed for the bathroom.

I stood there staring at the bathroom door with a small smile on my lips. She could deny it all she wanted but I felt the way she trembled against me.

She came out dressed and left without saying a word to me. She didn’t even know her way around my house, but she probably was too embarrassed to ask.

I called the driver and asked him to take her.

I watched at the window as she climbed into the car and was driven out.

After I was sure she’d left, I phoned all the clubs I or my friends owned.

She’d learn the hard way to trust my words today…