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Chapter 26Damon,She was still pulsing around me, her body trembling and weak, but I wasn’t finished. Not even close.I dragged her upright, belt still binding her wrists, my cock still buried deep inside her as I stumbled us toward the wide floor-to-ceiling windows across the room. Each step jolted us together, my breath hot against her neck, hers shallow and ragged.The city sprawled out below us... lights blinking red and gold, cars like tiny ants crawling through the night. And here she was, shaking in my arms, soaked and wrecked, about to be fucked against the glass. Her palms smacked the cold glass, breath fogging it instantly, while her soft whimper sent a jolt straight to my cock.“Let them watch,” I rasped, one hand coming around her stomach to arch her ass against me.“D-Damon…”“Let the whole damn city see who you belong to.”I kicked her feet apart again and positioned my cock into her. This new position got us growling in pleasure, but I dug my fingers into her hips tig
Chapter 25Damon,I watched her cheeks flush deep red as my words registered in her head. Her eyes were dazed and unblinking as she lowered herself on my face.Her movements were sloppy, but I was getting impatient already, so I grabbed her thighs and then spread her legs wider in one fluid moment.Her dress was already bunched to her waist; she was drenched between her thighs, evidence of how badly she wanted this, how badly her body craved this no matter how much she tried to deny it."Sit," I ordered. And she did, my hands on her thighs supporting her.But her movements were still sloppy and unfocused, and it pissed me off. I didn’t want sloppy; I wanted desperate. I wanted her smothering me. So I grabbed her ass and hauled her down, grinding her against my mouth until her heat fully covered me, wet and pulsing, until there was nowhere else for her to run.The second my tongue hit her clit, she screamed. Loud and raw, head thrown back, and all I could hear was her ragged breaths,
Chapter 25Olivia;My body trembled from his words. I feel strange, a bit dizzy even, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want him to keep to his words. I want him to split me open. I want him to take me hard, harder than I'd ever been taken. I want him to relinquish those memories in New York. I want him so much that I couldn't even breathe.His fingers in me were making me lose my senses. Hard, fast and unrelenting. I didn't want him to stop. My back arched, giving him more access, grinding against his hand, moaning loud as I felt him curl all three fingers in a come hither motion."Ohmygoddd!!" I cried out, unsure if it was from pain or pleasure, or...the pressure of his fingers.But yet, in my blurred senses, I just couldn't help but think of Marcus. I couldn't get him out of my head. He shouldn't be there all alone, should he? What if he bleed to death? What if..."Marcus… please…" The name slipped out, strangled between a moan and a sob.I felt Damon freeze. Every muscle in hi
CHAPTER 24Olivia;I watched as Damon’s fist flew forward, landing directly on a horrified Marcus’ jaw, sending him flying off the booth instantly.I screamed. Loud. Rooted in place, praying I was hallucinating—but no, I wasn’t. It was happening right in front of me, and Damon wasn’t stopping.He launched toward Marcus and grabbed the collar of his shirt, landing punch after punch on his face.“No—stop!!” I reached forward, but my sight blurred and I almost fell on my heels. I grabbed a table for balance, heart hammering in my chest.I looked around for Marcus’ friends, but they were already scrambling toward the exit, shouting and cursing as they ran.I forced myself to stand on shaky feet, eyes fixed on Damon, who still wouldn’t stop.“What is wrong with you!?” I cried out. The room spun. My knees hit the edge of a table, pain shooting up my spine. A whimper escaped my lips.Only then did Damon pause, his head snapping toward me.Marcus was coughing and groaning on the ground, and I
Chapter 23 Olivia; "Is this like a bachelor party?" I asked as we walked into the club Marcus had booked. "You can call it that." "Am I supposed to be in a bachelor's party? Isn't that an...only guys stuff?" "That makes it more fun. Besides, who made the damn rule? You're my wife and I'm allowed to show you off." I don't know how I agreed to this. "Relax, baby. You look hot. And I'm helping you learn to be more social. Be seen." I don't want to know what he meant by that. "Marcus?" Someone called form behind us, and a tall guy with a buzz cut jogged towards us. His eyes drifted towards me, as he shook hands with Marcus. "Is this the wife? Damn man, she looks hot." "Told you." His eyes raked over my body. "You're damn lucky I wasn't born a Kingston, you wouldn't have had a chance with her." Marcus laughed. "Not even a Kingston would have a chance with her. She's mine" Few moments later and the round table was filled with different kinds of wine and beers I've never seen be
Chapter 22 TW: The subsequent chapters might contain, intense emotional conflict, aggression, rough sex. Reader discretion advised. Please read with caution. DAMON; I am obsessed. Fucking, utterly obsessed with my girl, who thinks she would be getting married in about two weeks. My hands were tight on the wheel as I drove, knuckles white against the leather. Every time I blinked, I saw her face at the pool, wet hair clinging to her cheeks, that trembling lip she bites when she’s about to cry. I scoffed as I recalled the deal Marcus and I made. I'd be damned to wait until Liv decides who she wanted. I definitely wasn't about to sit around and let her make a decision she'd most definitely regret later on. She needs a Kingston? I'd give her a Kingston other than Marcus. Make the choice easier for her. Case closed. By the time I pulled into the underground parking lot of my clubhouse, my chest was vibrating with it. That old, familiar anger I used to keep buried under booze and b