you're gonna scream for it

Four months ago.

We were at a concert at the Hollywood Bowl. Music was blasting, lights were flashing, and the crowd was buzzing. I wore this tight red dress, low-cut and clinging to my curves. My hair was loose and my body was buzzing. Damian sat next to me, his hand kept creeping up my thigh. I tried to stay quiet in the packed amphitheater, but the asshole wearing this cute tuxedo wouldn't let me.

“Damian,” I hissed, trying to push him away. “We’re in public.”

He just smirked, his fingers brushing against my panties, right over my clit. “You’re soaked, Lila,” he whispered in my ear. “Don’t act like you don’t want it.”

I squirmed, biting my lip. My thighs clenched. “Please stop. People can see,” I whispered, heat rushed to my face even as my body betrayed me.

But he didn’t stop. He just slid a finger inside my pussy, slow and deep. I gasped, grabbing his arm. I bit my lip to stop the moan from escaping my lips.

“You’re mine, Lila,” he growled. “I’ll touch you whenever I want.”

I gripped his arm tighter, my heart was racing. I was torn between stopping him and giving in.

“Damian, I'm serious," I whispered, my voice was small.

He kept going, fingering me while the band played like nothing else mattered. And even though I hated myself for it… I came, right there, silently shaking in the middle of the crowd.

Then he stood, grabbed my wrist, and yanked me up. “We’re leaving,” he said, dragging me out to his Bentley.

Once we were in the back seat, the door barely shut before he was on me. His mouth crashed into mine and his hands were all over my body.

"Get us to the Chateau Marmont," he barked at the driver. "Book a suite. Now."

"Yes, Mr. Holt," the driver replied.

The car started moving and Damian was back on my lips, kissing me rough and hard.

“Damian,” I gasped, pushing at his chest. “Slow down... Oh God, fμck... we're not alone...”

“Fu¢k the driver. Let him watch,” he growled, pulling my dress down.

His hands squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples through the fabric until I cried out. “You’re mine tonight. You’re gonna scream for me.”

His fingers slipped between my thighs again and rubbed my clit through my soaked panties. I moaned, my body was trembling.

“Not here. Please,” I whimpered, my voice was shaky, and my head was spinning. "Damian... Damian, please..."

Instead of listening, he grabbed my hand and pressed it against the bulge in his pants. “Feel that?” he said, his voice was thick. “Stroke it, Lila.”

And I did. My fingers wrapped around his hard length and I started stroking his c0ck through the fabric while the driver kept his eyes on the road, pretending not to notice.

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At the Chateau Marmont, Damian scooped me up and carried me through the lobby. His lips were on mine, kissing me like a madman.

"Mr. Holt, this way, please." A staff member guided us to the elevator, he was clearly trying not to look at the state of my dress.

Damian didn’t care. He had my hand back on his co¢k the whole ride up, and made damn sure I was stroking it through his pants.

“Fu¢k, Lila," he growled in my ear. "You’re taking it all tonight."

I couldn't hold my moan when he bit my neck. "Damian!"

My face was burning, but I could still see the hotel staffer shifting awkwardly beside us.

"Damian," I managed to whisper, "people are watching."

"Let them," he said, squeezing my ass.

"Holy fμck," I gasped, feeling his shaft twitching in my hand.

The elevator dinged, thank God, and Damian carried me out to the suite.

Inside the suite, he kicked the door shut, threw me on the velvet couch, and ripped my dress. My breasts spilled out and my panties was completely soaked. I spread my legs wide and guided his hand to my pu$$y. I needed him... I desperately needed him to fμck me right there and then. I couldn't control myself anymore.

“Fu¢k me,” I whispered breathlessly, and he smirked, grinding his c0ck against my thighs. "Damian... please."

He was about to, but then he froze.

“You’re bleeding,” he said, staring at my thighs.

I looked down and felt the shame slam into me. “Shit,” I muttered, scrambling off him.

I rushed to the bathroom and slammed the door before he could follow. I locked myself in there, and my hands shook as I tried to clean up.

There wasn't much blood. Maybe spotting. But still enough to ruin the mood. I rummaged through the drawers and found a tampon.

"This is freaking insane." I shook my head. "Why the fu¢k must it be now? Damn it."

I shoved in a tampon, and avoided my own eyes in the mirror.

And when I was done, I came back out. My head was down.

"Are you okay?" Damian asked, stripping off my torn dress from my body.

“I’m okay,” I said quietly. “But we can’t, you know, have sex… not right now.”

He pulled me close, his c0ck was still rock hard against me. “We’re not done,” he said, his voice was low, and his hands gripped my hips. “I’m fμcking your ass tonight.”

I froze.

“No,” I whispered, pushing at his chest. “I told you I’m not ready for that. It’s going to hurt.”

He smirked, one hand gripping my ass, and the other trailing between my cheeks. “You’ll love it,” he said with that dark and confident tone. “Maybe even more than your pμssy.”

I shook my head, my heart was pounding. "I'm scared," I whispered, my body was trembling. “Damian… please…”

“Trust me,” he said, guiding me back to the couch.

He kissed my neck and then he bent me over. I heard the pop of a bottle, and I turned to take a look. It was lube. The cold gel hit my skin and I gasped.

Damian spread me open and slowly circled my ass with his slick finger. “Relax,” he murmured. “I’ll go slow. I’ll make it feel good.”

And even though I was terrified… a part of me wanted to believe him.

I gripped the couch, I was shaking all over.

“Damian, please,” I whispered. “Be gentle.”

“I will,” he said. His voice was rough, but steady. “Just relax for me. You’ll be okay.”

I felt him press the tip of his c0ck against my asshole, and then he pushed in slowly.

The stretch burned. It was sharp and raw. It was like my body was splitting. I clenched hard, trying not to scream, but a sob tore from my throat anyway.

“Shit... it hurts!” I cried, barely holding myself up. "Damian, please stop for a second!"

He paused immediately. His hands rubbed my back as his lips brushed soft kisses down my spine. “Breathe, Lila,” he murmured. “You’re doing good. I’ve got you.”

But it was too much. I was shaking, tears were slipping down my cheeks.

“It hurts so bad,” I whispered, my voice cracked. “I can’t... I don’t know if I can.”

“You can,” he said gently, but his thick length was still buried just at the edge. “But if you want me to stop, say it. I’ll pull out. No pressure.”

I hesitated. My whole body was on fire, but I didn’t want to quit.

“I’m scared,” I said honestly.

“We’ll stop then.” He started to pull back, but something in me panicked at the sudden emptiness.

So I grabbed his hand.

“No... wait,” I breathed. “I want to do this. I want to make you happy.”

He searched my face seriously. “Not if it hurts too much. I’m not going to ruin this for us.”

I shook my head, guiding him back. “I’m okay. Just go slow.”

He kissed my shoulder and slid in again, inch by inch. I gasped into the cushion, my body straining to take him. The burn was still there, but I braced for it.

“God, you’re tight,” he groaned. “So fu¢king good.”

I whimpered, half in pain and half in shock at how intense it felt. My body wasn’t used to this, but something about how he moved... how careful he was, kept me grounded.

“Damian... it still hurts,” I said softly.

“I know. Just a little more. You’re doing so damn well,” he murmured, one hand reaching around to rub my clit. “Let me help you feel good too.”

His fingers worked slowly, and it helped. Pleasure slowly started cutting through the pain, confusing me. I moaned despite everything.

“See?” he said, his voice was low. “You’re amazing.”

I wasn’t sure if I agreed, but I nodded. “Do you feel good?”

“Baby, I feel incredible,” he said, his hips moving with more confidence now. “You're driving me insane.”

The rhythm picked up, and even though the pain was still there, it shifted... something more bearable now. I clenched the couch tighter, heat was building where I hadn’t expected it.

Then, without warning, I came... hard. My whole body jerked, my vision blurred, and I cried out, trembling.

“Fu¢k,” he groaned behind me, his voice was ragged.

A moment later, I felt him come too, deep and hot in my freshly stretched hole. We collapsed into the couch, both of us were breathless and dazed.

“My ass is killing me,” I muttered weakly.

He chuckled and pulled me into his arms. “You were incredible. Just rest. You’ll be okay.”

I nodded, I felt really exhausted.

But then he said, casually, “Suck me clean?”

I blinked. “Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah,” he said with a smirk. “You’ve done it before.”

“Not like… this,” I said, wrinkling my nose. “It’s kinda gross.”

He laughed and grabbed some tissues and wiped himself down. Then he looked at me again, his eyes were dark.

“Still no excuse,” he murmured, guiding my head gently. “Be good for me.”

I hesitated, then opened my mouth.

He slid in slowly. The taste was strange, but I took it. My tongue moved awkwardly at first, but he moaned, gripping my hair, encouraging me.

“God, that’s it,” he groaned, thrusting into my mouth gently. “Take all of it.”

I sucked harder, messy and overwhelmed, tears prickling again. And when he came a second time, I swallowed everything.

He pulled me up and kissed me deeply, his hand sliding back between my thighs.

And even with the ache, I didn’t stop him.

But those sweet moments with Damian? They were long gone. The only thing that mattered now was dragging his ass to court, and making damn sure I ruin him.

Even if it’s the last thing I ever do.

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End of chapter 8

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Author's Note: Chapter 8

Hey loves,

This chapter dove deep into the past, didn't it? Damian's possessiveness, that raw, undeniable chemistry, and how he pushed Lila's boundaries even in public. It's a look at the intensity that defined them, even the moments that were both terrifying and intoxicating. And that final scene... the push, the pain, the pleasure, and his chilling demand.

It’s a clear reminder of the twisted hold Damian had over Lila, a hold she's desperate to break. Does understanding their past change anything for you? Does it make Damian's cruelty any easier to swallow?

Let me know your thoughts – the good, the bad, and the utterly conflicted!

With all my heart,

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