Lie To Me In Diamonds

CHAPTER TEN: ANOTHER SECRET

The pleasure coursing through Nadia’s body was evident on her face, it showed different expressions of need and an ache that needed to be fulfilled.

Damian was beneath her, his mouth covered her pussy, he found her clit and kept suckling on it as he parted her thighs more, Nadia gasped for breath, her breathing ragged. Damian had been at it for at least 15 minutes, pleasuring her, he had stripped her naked, sucked on her nipples, kissed her, fingered her throbbing wet core, and now he was eating her out like she was a delicious meal he had been craving for years.

“Oh Damian, yes, oh…oh…ohhh, right there” she screamed, her body was on overdrive. He had slid a finger into her while twirling his tongue around her clit, tasting her sweetness. He kept at it, pacing in and out of her till she released. Damian raised his head then, satisfied and feeling fulfilled he had done a good job. He licked his lips and his fingers too.

This time there was nothing stopping him, no guilt or regret and he was going to go for it, he was going to fuck her exactly how she wanted and how she loved it. Or instead anyhow she wanted this time around.

He stepped back and removed his shirt, revealing his toned muscles and abs. Nadia could swear that her facial expression to Damian immediately he took his shirt off was ‘Get me pregnant daddy’. He gave her a knowing look and slid his sweatpants off, revealing his briefs he took them off and his hard erection sprung out taking Nadia’s breath away.

“Oh my” Nadia gasped. Given Damian’s height and build, she had expected him to have something solid under him, but he being this…. big was way beyond her imagination. Not that she was thinking about his dick…. Okay, maybe she did. Once. Twice. Damn it.

“Ms. Reyes, my eyes are up here” Damian gave a knowing smirk, proud that he still had that effect on her, a smirk that said, I am going to fire down as much as you want, Ms Reyes. Nadia swallowed hard and snapped out of it. The bad girl in her activating. She crawled out of the bed in a seductive way, to Damian who’s hands were tucked at his back, like he was waiting for her.

She knelt in front of him, folding her hair up in a bun, and grabbed his dick while looking up at him. Damian’s eyes darkened with lust, she looked so innocent while grabbing his dick, but he knew she was nowhere near innocent, she was teasing him now, stroking his dick, while she licked his dick slowly, tasting his precum. And without warning, she took his dick in her mouth.

“Nadia… oh Nadia” Damian’s breathing was sharp, hard, trying to find balance as pleasure shot up through his spine. She was doing everything to him at the same time. She was stroking his dick with the places her mouth couldn’t cover while sucking the places her mouth could, she moved slowly to his balls and suckled on them. Damian felt like he was going to burst, she was doing something wondrous to his body.

She kept stroking it, it became very sloppy real quick, she didn’t break eye contact while stroking and sucking his dick

“Fuck Nadia, you are really asking for it now” he grabbed her hair, and Nadia folded her hands at her back, giving him a knowing look to take control.

He positioned his dick in her mouth and started to move, slowly, Nadia took it. He increased his pace a bit, careful not to choke her, but Nadia kept pleading for more with her eyes.

“Oh fuck, shit! You are really being naughty Nadia,I will fuck you crazy,fuck…” Damian was out of breath, it felt too good, to have her luscious lips around his cock as it kept going in and out of her mouth. The sight of her on her knees, eyes watering, naked, with her erect breasts, incredibly flat stomach, and fit but wide hips. He wanted to be in her, to go in and out of her, to make her moan his name again and again.

He threw his head back, he could feel his release building, he quickly withdrew himself from her mouth and picked her up from the ground, carrying her to the bed.

“Nadia, you are driving me insane, I’m really holding myself back from the thoughts I have in my head”

“I have dirty thoughts too, please do all you want, I want them too”

That was enough permission for Damian, he lay on top of her, placing her two hands above her head with one hand. Naturally, she parted her legs to accommodate him, Damian was in between her legs now, and he wasn’t going to stop for anything.

He positioned his member at her entrance,tapping her clit with it repeatedly as Nadia curled again and again. Then without warning, he entered her, slowly…

Nadia’s eyes widened at the size of him inside her, it seemed like she was being ripped in half, she tried to gasp for air, but he was all over her, his mouth on her nipple while his dick was slowly making it’s way into her. He went again for it, making sure that Nadia would slowly get used to it.

“Damian, ohhh, it feels like you are ripping me in half” her voice was almost a sob.

“So damn tight!” There was no breathing space for his dick. He looked in her eyes as he continued to take it slowly, their bodies slowly dancing to the rhythm he was giving, pleasure was coursing through them, Nadia kept moaning Damian’s name, shortly the room was filled with grunts and moans.

Damian pulled his dick out, mischief flashed in his eyes and this time, he was going to take it rough. He positioned his dick at her entrance this time and….

SLAM!

Nadia screamed at the impact but loved it anyway, he took it hard, Nadia lost her breath, she screamed and she was sure if anyone was listening at the door, they would hear her.

“Damiannnnnnn, oh my god, fuck me, yesss, daddyyy….ahhh, fuck, yes! Right there…argh, oh my!”

“You like it when I fuck you like this,you do? So take it, fuck Nadia, take it!” Damian said amidst crazy hard strokes. Nadia thought she would break, she thought her body would give out. But the sweetness of Damian’s dick deep in her core, sent tingling sensations through her body.

His dick consistently hitting her G-spot made her aware that she would release soon. He gave her 5 hard strokes in 3 seconds and when he removed his dick abruptly, she squirted, hard.

Nadia never thought she was a squirter, but she loved that she was. Again and again, she kept squirting and squirting while Damian kept at it, not reducing his pace for once.

Tears formed in Nadia’s eyes, the pleasure was too much to bear, she could feel something build up this time, but not like what she had experienced over the minutes.

She tapped Damian continuously on his chest, she was in overdrive now, screaming, helpless, his dick was meeting her in places she couldn’t imagine, it was really rough now and she couldn’t hold it anymore

“I’m cum…ming, I’m…. fuck, I’m cumming, oh my god, arghhhh”

“Cum for me, luv, release it all on my dick, fuckkk, I love you Nadia”.

Nadia didn’t seem to hear the last part, her eyes had rolled to the back of her head, her body had tensed up, her screams had filled the room, playing something dangerous with Damian’s grunts.

“Fuck, fuck fuck, fuck, arghhhh” Nadia kept moaning and screaming till she released, hard and fast, it felt incredible leaving her body, she loved how it felt. She didn’t realize how much she loved it, till she was screaming and looking like she was convulsing on his dick, Damian held her, pinned her down as she basked in her own pleasure.

And when she returned to her sense 60 seconds later. Damian flashed her another smirk.

He turned her over with her ass facing his dick as he parted her legs wide apart and pushed his dick inside again as Nadia moaned in pleasure

“Hey luv, we are just getting started!”

~~~~~~~

The first thing Nadia noticed was the weight.

Not the weight of grief. Not the weight of the gun from last night.

The weight of an arm.

Heavy. Warm. Drapped over her waist like it belonged there. Because it did. She glanced over their naked bodies and smiled. Remembering what had gone down this morning in that room. After she had released, Damian placed her in more positions than she knew existed and fucked the hell out of her and then he had taken her to the bath tub to bath her with epsom salt which aided the soreness she felt afterwards. She was still a bit sore, but she loved it, oh she loved it.

The room was dark, but the curtains were thin. Gray morning light cut through in stripes across the ceiling. The sheets smelled like him. Like cedar and something clean.

Damian was asleep.

She’d never seen him like this. No guard. No jaw clenched. His face was turned into her hair, one hand at her back like he was scared she’d disappear if he let go. His breathing was slow. Even.

Her chest hurt not from pain. From the opposite of it. She didn’t remember this but her body did. She admired how handsome he was, she made a mental note to ask him his skin care routine, he literally looked like an imperial Chinese porcelain. He looked like a god in her bed with his skin, abs and even his hair that she sunk her hand into immediately. Nadia wanted more of him then, she could feel herself getting wet again, she wished she could ride his dick.

She shifted slightly and his arm tightened instantly.

“Don’t,” he mumbled into her hair, voice rough with sleep. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“I wasn’t,” she whispered back.

He didn’t open his eyes. He just pulled her closer, until her back was flush to his chest and his forehead rested between her shoulder blades.

They stayed like that.

For a long time.

No talking. No explaining. Just breathing.

Finally, Damian sighed and rolled onto his back, taking her with him so she ended up half on top of him. He blinked up at the ceiling. His eyes were still red-rimmed. Tired.

“Morning,” he said, a smile forming on his face

“Morning,” Nadia answered, blushing hard.

A beat.

Then, at the same time:

“You okay?”

“Are you?”

They both laughed. It was small. Shaky. Real.

Damian reached up and tucked hair behind her ear. His thumb lingered on her cheek.

“I’m okay,” he said. “Because you’re here. And you’re safe. And you didn’t run.”

“I thought about it,” she admitted. “For like, three seconds. At 2am. Then I remembered you were outside my door.”

“I wasn’t going to leave,” he said. “Even if you told me to.”

She nodded. Then, because it felt right and terrifying, she leaned down and kissed him.

Just soft. Morning breath and quiet.

His lips curved against hers.

When they pulled apart, he was smiling. Really smiling.

“You look different,” he said.

“How?”

“Fuller, full of me” she laughed, loud, it was funny, but it still turned her on, she wanted to have more of him, even though she was still a bit sore.

Nadia sat up, pulling the sheet around her. The night dress was wrinkled. Her hair was a mess. But Damian blinked, he looked star struck, he was in awe.

“Nadia,you are beautiful, your face, sexy body, your hair, your eyes! I’ll give anything to have mornings as beautiful as this, with you in it” she gave him a knowing smile and hugged him, mostly because, she could imagine what she had gone through. It felt like reassurance.

“You are mine, Nadia”

She flushed. “Mine too, apparently.”

He kissed her then deeply, savouring her mouth, she could feel his erection getting hard again as he squeezed her breast lightly. Fuck.

Nadia broke the kiss, her core was throbbing again and dripping wet.

“You won’t mind a recap of this morning before breakfast, right?” She asked with innocent eyes.

“You are sore, luv, moreso, we have to leave Dubai today, our mission here is done” Damian looked at her concerned.

“I know, I don’t mind, leaving Dubai will still be possible, daddy” she said while getting on top of him.

“Then with all pleasure your royal highness, ride me to oblivion” Damian moaned as she got on top of him and slid his member into her dripping wet core, riding him the best way he had ever experienced.

This woman was definitely going to be the death of him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The executive suite had a kitchen, Damian made sure of it. The marble and steel gave it a feel that could not be defined,the view beautiful like a city that was just waking up.

Damian moved around it like he’d done it before. Which he probably had. For her.

He put on coffee. Burned toast. Dropped two eggs on the floor and cursed.

Nadia watched from the counter, barefoot in one of his t-shirts, and laughed.

“You’re terrible at this.”

“I had a chef for two years,” he said, deadpan. “He quit when I told him I was making my own breakfast again.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to do it for you. When you came back.”

The words hung there. She felt happy, he was too intentional about all this

Nadia picked up a piece of burnt toast and took a bite. It was terrible. She ate it anyway.

“You kept it,” she said. “The coffee shop. The hotel.”

“Yeah together with all the money generated from both, I have it all in an account under your name.” He poured coffee into two mugs. White ones. Chipped on the rim. “You picked these out. Said they had character.”

Nadia was in awe, she couldn’t believe this man, Christ! She was thankful she thought of stealing that ember diamond.

He handed her one. Their fingers brushed.

“I didn’t throw anything away,” he continued quietly. “Your clothes are still in the closet in the guest room. Your books are still on the shelf. The white lilies die every week and I still buy them.”

Nadia’s throat closed.

“Why?”

“Because hope is stupid,” Damian said. “And I’m stupid. And I couldn’t let go.”

She set the mug down and walked around the counter. She didn’t say anything. She just hugged him. From behind. Arms around his waist, face pressed to his back.

He froze for half a second, then relaxed. One hand came up to cover hers.

“We can go today,” he said. “If you want. To the coffee shop. To the hotel. Anywhere. No pressure.”

“I want to,” Nadia said. “I want to see it. Even if I don’t remember. I want to see what we built.”

THE COFFEE SHOP

Damian drove. Top down. Even though it was August and hot. They had landed in New York thirty minutes ago. Damian was driving alone to the coffee shop. Nadia had requested

He didn’t play music. He didn’t talk much. He just glanced at her every few minutes like he couldn’t believe she was there.

Nadia watched the city pass. It was New York, but not the New York she knew. Cleaner. Brighter.

They drove past a park with white lilies planted along the path.

“Did I do that?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Damian said. “City project. You said every hospital needed flowers people actually wanted to see.” She smiled.

Twenty minutes later they pulled up in front of a brick building with big glass windows.

THE NAYA COFFEE. Painted in gold script.

Inside it smelled like vanilla and espresso and something else. Home.

It was busy. The baristas moved fast. The walls were covered in local art. In the corner was a tiny stage with a guitar leaning against it.

“Open mic nights,” Damian said. “Your idea. You said people needed a place to be bad at things and not feel bad about it.”

A woman behind the counter saw them and froze. Her eyes went wide.

“Mr. Cross?”

“Hey, Lena,” Damian said. “This is Nadia.”

Lena’s hand flew to her mouth. “Oh my god. Oh my god. You’re... you’re back.”

She came around the counter and hugged Nadia before she could react. “We missed you. He’s been a nightmare without you. We have all been.”

Nadia laughed, awkward and touched. “I... I don’t remember.”

Lena pulled back, eyes soft. “That’s okay. We’ll remind you. Want your usual?”

“My usual?”

“Almond milk latte. Extra hot. And a blueberry scone you never finished.”

Nadia looked at Damian. He shrugged, smiling.

“I told them not to change anything,” he said.

They sat by the window. Nadia ran her fingers over the table. Carved into the wood, small and almost invisible, were initials.

N.R+ D.C

Her breath caught.

“You did that?”

“On our third date,” Damian said. “You said it was cheesy. Then you did it anyway when I wasn’t looking.”

They stayed for an hour. Nadia met staff. She signed a napkin for a kid who said she made the “best hot chocolate in the world.” She didn’t remember any of it. But she felt it.

THE HOTEL

The hotel was worse. Not worse bad. Worse beautiful.

THE NAYA

12 stories. Rooftop garden. A lobby that smelled like jasmine.

The manager, an older man named Mr. Ellis, nearly cried when he saw her.

“Miss Reyes. We never stopped setting aside the penthouse. Just in case.”

He gave her a tour. She nodded in all the right places. But it was too much. Too fast.

By the time they got to the rooftop, she was quiet.

The garden was real. Flowers everywhere. White lilies in the center, in a big circle.

In the middle of the circle was a bench.

And on the bench, carved into the wood:

_For N. I will be yours to have and hold forever._

Nadia sat down hard.

Damian sat next to her. Didn’t touch her. Just sat. Tears slipped out of her eyes as she threw her hands over him, she couldn’t express her gratitude in words, but she was sure her body could. Damian hugged her back. No words could explain what their hearts were feeling.

~~~~~~~

On the drive back, Damian was quiet again.

“Where are we going?” Nadia asked.

“Somewhere else I own,” he said. “That I haven’t been to in two years. I thought... maybe you’d want to see it. It was supposed to be ours.”

It was an hour outside the city. A big house. Stone and wood. Overgrown garden. Shutters closed.

“Abandoned?” Nadia asked as they walked up the path.

“Not abandoned,” Damian said. “Just... paused.” He unlocked the door. It creaked.

Inside it was covered in sheets. Dust in the air. But you could still see it. The big kitchen. The fireplace. The stairs.

“Our house,” Damian said. “ I started building it immediately I figured out I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you”

Nadia walked around, touching things. A sheet over a couch. A bookshelf.

In the living room, on the wall, was a gallery. Pictures, all covered.

She pulled one off.

It was her. Laughing. Hair in her face. Damian behind her, arms around her waist, kissing her temple.

She pulled another. Her and Mateo at the coffee shop.

Another.

Her in a chef’s apron, covered in flour, throwing it at Damian.

Her hands were shaking.

“I was happy,” she whispered.

“You were,” Damian said.

She kept pulling sheets off. More pictures. More proof.

Then she walked to the window and looked out at the overgrown garden.

Behind her, she heard Damian move closer but he didn’t touch her.

“Nadia?”

“I need a minute,” she said.

Then she walked back, she got to the last one in the corner. She pulled the sheet.

It was a photo. Three people.

Damian. Younger. Smiling, but his eyes were hard.

Next to him, a man she recognized,her worse nightmare. Dark suit. Cold smile.

And between them, a woman. Blonde. Arm linked through Damian’s. Someone else she recognized.

The room went silent, Nadia stared at it.

“Marco,” she said. “And Charlotte.” Her voice trembled badly.

Nadia’s heart was pounding.

Damian went still behind her. She turned to look at him with an expression he couldn’t read.

“Damian, why the hell are you in a picture with Marco varela and charlotte?!”