Dangerous Morning

Victor was coming home early and I was still covered in his son’s marks.

My eyes flew open. Damien’s strong arm lay heavy across my waist. The master bedroom smelled like sex and his skin. The sheets were twisted around our naked bodies. I felt sore in places I should not. Shame washed over me like cold water. I had begged his son to fuck me all night long in my husband’s own bed. What kind of woman does that after selling herself to an old man for money?

“Damien,” I whispered urgently as I shook his shoulder. “Wake up. Your father is coming back this morning. We need to fix everything now.”

Damien pulled me closer instead of letting go. His hand slid down my bare back. “Let him come. You belong to me now, Ava. Not him.”

I pushed against his chest and sat up, holding the sheet to my breasts. “Do not say that. This was a mistake. I feel so dirty. I sold my body to your father to save my family. He is old enough to be my dad and I let you fuck me in his bed. I hate myself for wanting it so much.”

Damien sat up slowly. His stormy gray eyes looked at me with that same possessive hunger. “You did not just let me. You rode my cock like you needed it. You came screaming my name while your husband was gone. Stop lying to yourself.”

My cheeks burned hot. “Please stop talking like that. I know what I did. I know how wrong it is. But when you touch me, I cannot think straight. I feel ashamed every single day for marrying Victor, and now I feel even worse because I want you more than I should.”

We got out of bed quickly. I stripped the dirty sheets while Damien helped. We put on fresh ones together. Every time his fingers brushed my skin, heat rushed through me again. I hated how my body responded to him.

“I need to shower,” I said. “There are marks all over me.”

Damien followed me into the bathroom. “I like seeing my marks on you.”

“Stop,” I whispered, but I did not push him away when he stepped under the hot water with me. We washed each other in silence. His hands were gentle this time. I closed my eyes and tried not to enjoy it too much.

After the shower, I chose a modest long-sleeved dress that covered most of my neck and arms. I stood in front of the mirror and tried to hide the red spots with makeup. It was not enough. “He will see them. What am I going to do?”

Damien came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Come with me to the library. We still have time before he lands. I need to check something.”

I turned in his arms. “Damien, we cannot do this again. Victor could come back any minute. I feel guilty enough already. I am his wife. He paid to save my family and I am betraying him like this.”

“You feel guilty, but you are still wet for me,” he said quietly. “I can see it in your eyes. Tell me the truth, Ava. Do you want me to stop?”

I looked down at the floor. My voice came out small. “No. I do not want you to stop. That is what scares me the most. I should only feel disgust for what I did, but I keep remembering how good you made me feel.”

He took my hand and led me to the library. The room was quiet and full of tall bookshelves. Damien closed and locked the door behind us.

“We should not be in here,” I said, but I let him pull me close.

Damien kissed me slowly this time. His hands moved under my dress. “Just one more time before he comes back. I need to feel you again.”

I kissed him back even though I knew it was dangerous. “This is crazy. I am so weak when it comes to you. I hate what I have become.”kk

He lifted me onto the large antique wooden desk. Books shifted as he pushed my dress up to my waist. He dropped to his knees in front of me and pulled my panties aside.

“Damien,” I moaned softly as his tongue touched me. “We should not do this here.”

He licked me with slow, deep strokes. “You taste so good. Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels too good,” I gasped. My fingers went into his dark hair. “I should be thinking about your father, but all I can think about is you. This is so wrong, but please do not stop.”

His tongue moved faster while two fingers pushed inside me. I tried to stay quiet, but soft moans kept escaping. The pleasure built quickly. I came hard on his tongue, biting my hand to keep from crying out loud.

Damien stood up. His eyes were dark with need. He opened his pants and freed his hard cock. “Look at me, Ava.”

I looked into his eyes as he pushed inside me slowly. “Oh God,” I whispered. “You feel so deep.”

He moved with long, steady strokes. “Tell me who makes you feel like this.”

“You do,” I admitted between moans. “Your father never made me feel anything. I feel nothing when I think about him. But with you, I cannot control myself.”

We kept our eyes locked the whole time. He squeezed my breasts through the dress while he thrust deeper. “You are mine now, Ava. Say it.”

“I should be his,” I whispered, even as I wrapped my legs tighter around him. “But right now I am yours. Please, Damien. Make me come again.”

He fucked me harder on the desk. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the quiet library. I came again, shaking in his arms. He followed right after, burying himself deep inside me.

We stayed connected, breathing hard. I rested my head on his shoulder. “I feel so guilty. I sold myself to an old man and now I cannot stay away from his son. What kind of person am I?”

Damien kissed my forehead. “A person who was forced into a bad situation. My father does not deserve you.”

He helped me down from the desk. While I fixed my dress, Damien walked over to Victor’s desk in the corner of the library. He tried the drawers.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Looking for answers,” he said. “I know my father hides things. Stay there and keep watch.”

I stood near the door while he searched. After a few minutes, he pulled out a folder. We sat together on the leather couch and opened it carefully.

“Medical reports,” Damien said quietly. He read through the pages. “He has a terminal illness. The doctors gave him less than a year. That is why he married you so quickly. He needs an heir before he dies.”

I covered my mouth with my hand. “He never told me any of this. He just paid my family’s debts and took me as his wife. I thought I was saving them, but he only wanted a young body to give him a child.”

Damien put the papers back exactly as he found them. “He uses people. Always has. We need to be very careful from now on.”

We left the library and tried to act normal. My legs still felt weak and new marks hid under my dress. I prayed Victor would not notice.

A few hours later, the private elevator chimed much earlier than expected. Victor walked into the penthouse. He looked tired from the rushed trip but his eyes were sharp as always.

“Ava,” he said. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my cheek, then my neck. “I missed my beautiful young wife.”

“I missed you too,” I lied. My voice came out shaky.

Victor held me close. His hand moved down my back. Suddenly he stopped. He pulled the collar of my dress to the side and stared at the red mark on my neck.

His body went still. “What is this mark on your neck, Ava?”

I stepped back quickly. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.

Victor looked from me to Damien, who stood watching from across the room. His voice became dangerously calm.

“Damien,” he said. “Did you touch my wife while I was gone?”