Chapter 9: Not going back

Elara

I woke up to sunlight filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden glow across silk sheets that felt far too expensive against my skin. My body ached in the most intimate places a deep, delicious soreness between my thighs that reminded me of every thrust, every groan, every time Damien had claimed me last night.

This wasn’t my small dorm bed. This was Damien’s penthouse. His massive king-sized bed. His world.

I sat up slowly, clutching the sheet to my bare chest. The events of yesterday crashed over me like ice water: the video playing on the TV, Kael’s cruel smirk, Selene on her knees begging for forgiveness, the looks of shock and pity from our friends. The way I had run straight into Damien’s arms afterward, crying until I had no tears left.

And then… the way he had fucked me like I was the only thing that mattered in his universe.

A wave of shame burned through me, but it was weaker than before. Mixed with something far more dangerous longing.

The bedroom door opened quietly. Damien walked in carrying a tray, looking unfairly composed in a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing strong forearms. His dark eyes found mine immediately, intense and unreadable.

“Good morning,” he said, his deep voice low and calm. He set the tray on the nightstand coffee, fresh fruit, toast, and what looked like eggs benedict. “You slept deeply.”

I couldn’t meet his eyes for long. “I… I shouldn’t be here.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that I could smell his cologne clean, masculine, expensive. The same scent that had driven me crazy in the car.

“Where else would you be?” he asked quietly. “Back in that dorm with the girl who was fucking your boyfriend behind your back? Or waiting for Kael to come apologize with more lies?”

His words stung because they were true. I pulled the sheet tighter around me.

“I just… everything happened so fast. Yesterday I had a boyfriend and a best friend. Today I have nothing.”

“You have me.”

The simple statement sent a shiver down my spine. Damien reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch surprisingly tender for such a commanding man.

“I bought the club so you wouldn’t have to work there anymore,” he continued. “You don’t need to worry about rent or tuition either. Not while you’re with me.”

My stomach twisted. “Damien… that’s too much. I can’t let you”

“You can and you will.” His tone left no room for argument. “I take care of what’s mine, Elara.”

The possessiveness in his voice should have scared me. Instead, it made heat pool low in my belly. I hated how easily my body responded to him.

“I’m not yours,” I whispered, even as my nipples tightened under the sheet.

A dark smile curved his lips. “You were mine the moment you begged me to fuck you in that hotel room. You were mine when you rode my cock in the car while your boyfriend was busy with your best friend. And you’re definitely mine now that you’re in my bed.”

He leaned in, his breath brushing my lips. “Stop fighting it, little one. Let me take care of you.”

I should have pushed him away. I should have told him this was wrong, that I needed space, that I was still processing the betrayal. Instead, when his mouth captured mine, I melted.

The kiss started slow deep and deliberate like he was savoring me. His hand slid under the sheet, cupping my breast, thumb brushing over my already hard nipple. I gasped into his mouth.

“Damien…” I breathed, half protest, half plea.

“Say it again,” he murmured against my lips. “My name. Not ‘daddy’ this time. Just mine.”

Heat flooded my face at the reminder of what I’d screamed the first night. But I couldn’t deny him.

“Damien,” I whispered.

He growled softly and pulled the sheet down, exposing my body to the cool air and his hungry gaze. He looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole.

“Beautiful,” he said roughly. “So fucking perfect.”

He kissed his way down my neck, my collarbone, taking one nipple into his mouth while his fingers teased the other. I arched into him, my hands threading through his dark hair. Every touch felt electric. My mind kept screaming that this was my boyfriend’s father, but my body didn’t care. It only knew how good he made me feel.

When his mouth finally reached between my legs, I was already soaked. He licked me slowly, thoroughly, like he had all the time in the world. Two thick fingers pushed inside me, curling against that spot that made me see stars.

“Oh god… Damien” I moaned, my hips rocking against his face.

He didn’t stop until I was shaking, crying out his name as my orgasm crashed through me. Only then did he rise, shedding his clothes with controlled movements. His cock was thick, hard, and already leaking at the tip.

He climbed over me, caging me in with his powerful body. The head of his cock nudged my entrance.

“Look at me,” he ordered softly.

I met his dark eyes as he slowly pushed inside, stretching me open inch by inch. The fullness was overwhelming. A broken moan escaped my lips.

“That’s it,” he praised, voice rough. “Take every inch like a good girl. This pussy was made for me.”

He started moving deep, steady thrusts that rocked the entire bed. Unlike the frantic, desperate sex we’d had before, this felt intentional. Possessive. Like he was branding himself into my soul.

Every thrust pushed me higher. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. My nails dug into his broad shoulders as pleasure built again, sharper this time.

“Damien… I’m close”

“Come for me,” he growled, slamming harder. “Let me feel you fall apart on my cock.”

I shattered with a cry, my walls clenching rhythmically around him. Damien groaned, his rhythm faltering as he chased his own release. With one final deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came, flooding me with hot pulses of his cum.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard. He didn’t pull out immediately. Instead, he brushed damp strands of hair from my forehead and kissed me softly.

“You’re staying here,” he said against my lips. It wasn’t a question.

I nodded weakly, too spent and emotionally raw to argue.

For now, I felt safe.

But as the aftershocks faded, a small, terrified voice in the back of my mind whispered: How long until this safety turns into something I can’t escape?

Damien’s POV

She looked so small and fragile in my bed, flushed and marked by my hands and mouth. My chest tightened with something far more dangerous than simple lust.

Elara Voss had crawled under my skin the moment she threw herself at me that drunken night. Now, after watching my worthless son betray her so publicly, she was finally where she belonged in my home, in my bed, filled with my cum.

I would burn the world down before I let Kael or anyone else hurt her again.

She didn’t know it yet, but she was never going back to her old life. Not while I was breathing.

I pressed a kiss to her temple as she drifted back to sleep in my arms.

Mine.

Elara

Later that afternoon, I stood at the massive windows overlooking the city, wearing one of Damien’s oversized shirts that reached mid-thigh. My phone had been blowing up with messages mostly from college friends asking if I was okay, a few from Selene begging to talk, and one short, angry text from Kael:

Kael: This isn’t over. You embarrassed me in front of everyone. You’ll regret choosing my father over me.

I deleted it.

Damien came up behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist and pulling me back against his chest. His chin rested on top of my head.

“Any trouble?” he asked quietly.

I shook my head. “Just… everything catching up.”

He turned me in his arms so I faced him. “You don’t have to face any of it alone anymore. I meant what I said, Elara. I’ll take care of you.”

His hand slid down to cup my ass possessively under the shirt. I could already feel him hardening against my stomach again.

My breath hitched. “Damien… we can’t just keep”

“We can,” he cut me off, voice dark and certain. “And we will.”

He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me back toward the bedroom. I knew I should protest. I knew this was moving too fast, too dangerously.

But as he laid me down on the bed and kissed me like he was starving for me, all my doubts dissolved into pure, addictive need.

I was terrified of how much I wanted this of how much I wanted him.

And deep down, I was starting to realize I didn’t want to fight it anymore.