Lie To Me In Diamonds

CHAPTER SEVEN: A TASTE OF HIM

The room felt too small and too big at the same time.

The words ‘let’s get down to it’ played over and over again in her head and her body lit up on how authoritative he was at that moment, telling her what he wanted.

Her heart hammered as she looked up at his huge frame hovering over her, she felt a pool gather in between her legs and she loved the feeling. She wanted to kiss him, touch him, feel his cock inside her, exploring her insides, her dirty thoughts were cut off when Damian came down on her and kissed her, she moaned at the sweetness of his mouth and closed her eyes to savor the moment.

She lifted her legs and curled them at his waist, Damian kissed her neck, and suckled on it.. suddenly he stopped.

“Let me know when to stop, okay?” His eyes held concern as he said those words, but Nadia was on fire already, her insides were doing a happy jump at the thought of Damian doing things to her body.

“Just do what you want, Damian, or should I say, daddy?” She didn’t know where that came from, but somehow she knew he would like it. His eyes darkened at the sound of that, he held up both of her hands above her head, and brought his mouth to her ears, kissing it, licking it, twirling his tongue in it, then slowly he moved down to her breast as he sucked the living light out of them, he squeezed and sucked it, like a man drinking a satchet of something he could not get enough of, pleasure shot up Nadia’s body as she arched her back, slightly raising her chest to give him more access to squeeze her. He bit her nipples slightly and Nadia shuddered. Painfully sweet!

He joined her breasts together and suckled on both nipples, loving the creativity of the thought. Then his lips went down slowly, leaving a wet trail across her stomach. He groaned when he realized he had not taken off her panties, he maintained eye contact while he took them off and threw them to the ground, he admired the sight of her clean pussy, it was beautiful. She watched him lick two of his fingers and after playing with her clit a little bit. While maintaining eye contact with her, he slid them both into her,Nadia let out a light moan.

She didn’t remember her past, and didn’t have memories of a lot of things except the last two years, but she was damn sure no man had fucked her in those two years but she had done this in the past, she just didn’t know with who, but right now, that wasn’t important, she focused highly on the man on her, pulsating his fingers in and out of her, giving her everything.

“Dam…i..an, ah, oh my… God, right there,fuckkkk” she screamed on top of her voice

“Call me daddy” Damian said while ramming his fingers in and out of her, feeling her tight cunt grip him again and again.

“Dad…dy, daddy, daddy!!! Yes yes!”

“You are so fucking tight! Fuck!!” He continued ramming his fingers into her, slowing down and picking his pace again, driving her into utmost madness,his mouth came on her clit while his fingers were inside her.

Nadia arched her back and screamed, feeling her self loose control, she hadn’t expected Damian to lick her clit so much, she was sure it would be double the size after he was done.

“You will take it right?” His eyes showed how much he wanted her

“Yes, daddy, I’ll ttt…ake… it, fuck!” He removed his fingers and grabbed her hips, opening her legs further, like a meal before him, he buried his head in her pussy, ravishing her like a man deprived of food, he sucked on her clit, using the tip of his tongue to try to taste deeper, he traced his tongue slowly to her opening and licked her further, using his tongue to delve in and out of her, groaning at the taste of how sweet and clean she tasted, he admired how clean she was.

“Damiannnnnnnn!!! Oh! Oh! I’m…, I’m so close… yes daddy, right there, I love what you are fuc…king doing to me!” She said everything her brain could not process at once, she could feel it rising, she could feel herself building up something of utmost pleasure! She needed to, she needed to release. Damian knew she was about to cum, so he moved his mouth to her clit further, pinning her down with his hand to her chest, while he slipped two fingers in her again, going faster.

Nadia’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, she could barely scream, pleasure was coursing through her veins, she felt it, again and again, it built and built. With one last scream, she felt herself release. She shook, out of control, pleasure coursed through her, she moaned, out of control, her body shaking from the release. Damian held her down, calming her, feeling good that he could have that effect on her.

“Oh my God, Damian”

“I know,luv”

He came down and kissed her on her forehead, Nadia wanted more, he wanted more too.

“Damian, I want to suck your cock” she pushed him over and came on top of him, preparing to give him the time of his life

And then—

_Buzz. Buzz. Buzz._

Damian froze. His phone on the nightstand. He cursed under his breath and pulled back, pressing his forehead to hers for one second.

“I have to take this,” he said. “It’s Gray.”

Nadia nodded, even though her chest felt hollow. He answered the call and walked to the window, giving her space to breathe.

The cold hit her and reality came rushing back. She sat up on the bed and pulled the blanket around herself. Her hands were shaking. Her lips were swollen. Pleasure was still coursing through her. She made a mental note to tone it down.

Damian ended the call and turned. The heat was gone from his eyes. Replaced by something urgent and hard.

“The auction,” he said. “It’s moved. Marco Varela isn’t coming in three days. He’s coming in two.”

Nadia’s stomach dropped. “Two days?”

“We leave in three hours,” Damian said. “Private jet. Dubai.”

He came and sat on the edge of the bed beside her. He took her hand and placed it over his chest. She could feel his heart beating fast under her palm.

“Nadia,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry if I was pushy. I will do this at your pace from now on. Even though it’s hell for me.”

She didn’t like the fact that he apologized, she wanted to follow through with it, she wanted this man to touch her and just ignore every distraction and restraint for once. But instead she forced a smile. She didn’t trust her voice. So she looked at him instead. Let her eyes say _I get it. I’m okay. Thank you._

He exhaled like he’d been holding his breath.

“Good,” he murmured. “I got you clothes for Dubai. Everything you will need. Things you can move in.”

Before she could respond, he slid his arms under her and lifted her. Just like that.

“Damian—”

“Let me,” he said.

He carried her to her room and set her down gently on the bed. Then he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.

“Pack,” he said. “I’ll be in downstairs.”

She heard the door close behind him. Nadia sat there, speechless. Her mind replayed the last twenty minutes. How different things would be if that call hadn’t come. It would’ve changed everything. But even with the line not crossed, she could still feel him. His hands. His mouth. The way he dominated her body, the way he pinned her to the bed, the way he tasted her and ….oh! She knew she was down for a lot.. She smiled to herself. It felt good.

Three hours later, they were in the air.

Nadia thought she knew what luxury looked like. She was wrong.

Damian’s jet was a flying penthouse.

Cream leather seats that reclined into full beds. Dark walnut tables with built-in wireless chargers. A bar with crystal glasses and bottles she couldn’t pronounce. Soft LED lighting that made everything look like a movie set. Floor-to-ceiling windows showing endless clouds and the orange glow of sunset.

There was a bedroom in the back with a king bed and blackout curtains. A bathroom with marble counters and rainfall shower. And the quiet. No engine roar. Just a low hum.

A flight attendant in a black suit appeared.

“Mr. Cross. Ms. Reyes. Can I get you anything?”

Damian glanced at Nadia. “Water. And whatever she wants.”

Nadia shook her head. “I’m good.”

When they were alone again, Damian leaned back.

“Talk to me,” he said.

She pulled out her tablet. “Marco Varela.”

For the next twenty minutes she laid it out.

“Marco Varela. Forty-eight. Born Naples. Public face: CEO of three shipping companies. Private face: money launderer. He moves cash through art auctions, real estate, and rare collectibles.”

She swiped. “His target at this auction is the _Eclipse Chrono_. One-of-one Patek Philippe. Black ceramic. Diamond bezel. Last sold privately for 240 million. He’s been trying to get it for six months.”

More swipes. “Properties in Milan, Dubai, Monaco. Uses shell companies registered in the Caymans. Security detail rotates every forty-eight hours. He has a tell when he’s lying — he touches his left cufflink. He hates being outbid in public. And he has a daughter he hasn’t seen in 4 years. That’s his pressure point.”

She gave him names. Dates. Bank transfers. Mistresses. Bodyguards. Entry and exit points for the hotel. Floor plans. Camera blind spots.

When she finished, Damian was staring at her.

“What,” Nadia said.

“You’re terrifying,” he said. Then, softer: “You’re incredible.”

Heat rose to her cheeks. “Just doing my job.”

“No,” Damian said. “This is more than that. You just gave me a roadmap to take down a man who’s been untouchable for ten years.”

They landed at dusk.

The sky was on fire. Orange, pink, and gold bleeding into each other. The city rose out of the desert like something from a dream. The Burj Khalifa cut into the clouds. Lights reflected off the water. The highways looked like rivers of light. The air smelled like heat and salt and something expensive.

Damian took her hand as they walked through the private terminal.

“We’re Mr. and Mrs. Cole,” he said. “Fake passports. If Marco buys the hotel staff, he won’t find us.”

He glanced at her.

“And I need you close. It’s harder to protect you from another room with Varela’s minions all over the place . And...” He hesitated. “The other reason is selfish. I want you around.”

Nadia squeezed his hand. “Noted, Mr. Cole.”

The car waiting for them was black, tinted, with two more cars in front and behind. Gray was in the lead car.

The drive to the hotel took 20 minutes. Dubai at night was overwhelming. Skyscrapers made of glass. Billboards in 3 languages. The fountain show going off in the distance.

The hotel was absurd.

Marble floors. A living room with a chandelier and a sectional big enough for ten. A dining table. A wet bar stocked with everything. And the balcony — God. The balcony overlooked the entire city and the fountain show below. You could see the Burj from here.

The bedroom had a king bed, blackout curtains, a walk-in closet, and a wall safe.

“There’s a panic button here,” Damian showed her, by the bed and by the door. “Gray’s team is on the floor below. Two more on the floor above. No one gets to you without going through me first.”

He looked tired.

“I have a meeting. Forty-five minutes. Business partners. I’ll be back.”

“Be careful,” Nadia said before she could stop herself.

His eyes softened. “Always.”

Nadia showered. The hot water helped. She unpacked the box he’d given her. Dark jeans. Black tank top. And white sneakers — comfortable, with good grip. Made for running.

She couldn’t sit still. The suite was too quiet. So she went down. The hotel had a garden courtyard. Fountains. Palm trees. A quiet place to think.

She wasn’t there ten minutes before she felt it. That prickle on the back of her neck.

She turned. A man in a dark jacket, too still.

She walked faster. Turned a corner.

Two more men.

Another turn. Three. One had a bulge under his jacket. The shape of a gun.

Her heart hit her throat. She ran.

Feet pounding on stone. Voices behind her.

“Stop!”

She cut through the garden, burst out onto the street. Lights. Cars. People.

“NADIA!”

Damian.

She turned and saw him sprinting toward her, jacket off, eyes wild. Apparently, he had gotten to the room and could not find Nadia anywhere and after dialing her number twice with no response from her, he knew she was in trouble.

Damian moved like he’d been trained for this his whole life. He took the first guy down with an elbow to the jaw, spun and caught another’s wrist, twisted until the gun clattered to the ground. He never stopped moving, never let them get between him and her.

“Stay behind me!” he yelled.

Nadia didn’t. One of them grabbed her arm. Instinct took over. She drove her elbow back into his ribs, stomped on his foot, and broke free.

“Good girl,” Damian said, breathless, before ducking a punch and dropping the guy with a hit to the temple.

That’s when Gray and two other men appeared. The fight ended in seconds.

And then Damian was pulling her into his arms. Tight. Shaking.

“I thought I lost you,” he said into her hair. His voice broke. “God, Nadia.”

“I’m okay,” she whispered. “I’m here.”

He pulled back to look at her, hands on her face. “We’re calling the police. Then we’re going back upstairs and you are not leaving my sight.”

Back in the suite, Nadia couldn’t stop thinking about how differently things might have turned out if those men had caught her

Damian paced, on the phone. With security. With the police. With someone else she didn’t know.

“They knew you’d be in the garden,” he said after. “Someone told them.”

The thought made her sick. Kidnapped. Killed. Who told them?

But under the fear was something else. The way he’d run for her. The way he’d held her.

He cared. And she was starting to care back. Deeply.

He sat on the edge of the bed next to her.

“I’m not letting them get to you,” he said. “Not again.”

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The auction space was money.

Chandeliers the size of cars. Women in gowns that cost more than cars. Men in tuxes. Waiters with champagne. And in the center, under glass: the _Eclipse Chrono_. Black ceramic. Diamond bezel. It caught the light and threw it back.

Damian was in a black tux. Nadia was in a gold colored gown, slit up the side. Under it, strapped to her thigh: a small pistol.

The host started speaking, Damian pretended not to hear a single thing he was saying till it was time to bid.

Damian leaned in.

“Bid,” he said.

Nadia raised the paddle. 50 million. 100. 200. The room murmured.

“300 million,” he whispered.

She nearly dropped it. “Are you serious?”

“Do it.”

She did. The room went silent. The auctioneer blinked.

“Sold. To paddle 17.”

And then the doors opened.

Marco Varela. Silver hair. Tailored navy suit. Smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Two bodyguards behind him.

Damian’s hand found her back.

“It starts,” he murmured. “You have it?”

Nadia nodded once.

She excused herself to the bathroom. Immediately she was in, she got down to arranging, tasers that looked like lipsticks and slipping more self defense tools into her purse and planning her next move.

She drew a deep breath and reminded herself why she was doing all of this, convinced herself it was for her brother alone. Lies! She cared about Damian enough to not want to see him get hurt, that was one of the reasons she was doing this, all she did. After arranging, she brought out her red lipstick for reapplication and what she saw on the mirror she hadn’t even paid attention to when she walked in, shocked her to her core.

“NADIA REYES, ASK DAMIAN CROSS WHAT HAPPENED TWO YEARS AGO!!!”