I clear my throat and clutch my heart. The lump in my throat still hasn’t gone away after finding Damien alive, hearing he got shot, and seeing his injured ear. We’ve a lot more to talk about when it comes to dissecting today, the craziest day of my life. But right now I think my own ears must be injured, based on what Damien just said.

“You want to...have Nick watch us?” I gulp, my jaw hanging open.

His eyes, reflecting dark in the black light, sear into mine.

“Baby, Nick needs to understand who you really belong to now.”

I exhale loudly, and blink a few times. “And Nick is...right on the other side of that glass? Oh my God, can he see us now?”

“He can’t, no. I clouded the mirror with this remote.”

“I was wondering what that was for.”

I run my hand along Damien’s shoulder, my heart racing almost as fast as my head. “I didn’t expect you to say that.”

“I told you I have a fucked-up mind,” he says firmly.

I stare at him for a moment. His tattoos. Chiseled body. Rugged five o’clock shadow. But it’s not the outside of him that’s most attractive. It’s that I know Damien will go to lengths no one else ever would to protect me. And to pleasure me. He’d do anything for me. He’s the sexiest man alive, and I’m shocked at my own thoughts.

“Baby that’s really fucked up you’d think that,” I whisper, our legs pressing together on the sofa. He rubs his hand along my thigh, making me wetter by the minute.

“I know.”

“So all you have to do is uncloud that mirror and he can see us?”

“Yes.”

Damien leans in. “I want him to see all of the ways I can make you scream. And come.”

“Oh God, Damien,” I mutter, my skin tingling all over. “Do it.”

“Do it?”

“Uncloud the mirror—or, wait. Can you just open it?”

He furrows his brow. “Like slide it so it’s open air? I think so...why do you want to—”

I pull Damien into me, the day-old beard of his cheek rubbing mine. Our foreheads knock together.

“I want to see the expression on his face when you fuck me so good, like you always do,” I whisper.

I almost can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth, they’re so dirty. This isn’t something I’d normally think, much less say out loud. I can’t help it, though. Damien brings this side out in me.

He stares at the remote in his hand, then at me.

“Lower the window, Damien,” I whisper. “Let him watch us.”

“I fucking love you, baby,” he tells me, and drowns me in kisses while the mirror opens up, slowly sinking down.

My eyes widen when I see Nick, tied up in multiple leather straps, his eyes wide open as he sees us.

“Krista...Damien...what are you doing?”

“Shut the fuck up, Nick,” I say with a stern voice. Getting up, I walk over to the room divider. Where there was once a mirror, now there is just a window frame.

I lean forward and put my hands on the frame. I shake my head in disgust.

“I don’t know what happened to you. You used to be okay, Nick. But now you’re not a real man. But I’ve found—”

“A real man,” Damien booms from directly behind me.

I’m about to spin around but before I can, he wraps his arms around me, kissing my neck and cuddling me from behind. I feel his hard-as-steel cock pressed up against my ass through his boxers. Apparently he’s ditched his jeans already, which makes me happy.

I groan as he kisses me down the length of my back, so slowly he must cover every square inch. Nick may be watching us, but we’re in our own world now.

Damien spins me around and kisses me like it’s the first and last kiss we’ll ever have. My belly burns with passion as I run my hand along his abs, then dip my fingers under the waistband of his briefs. He bites my lip and I moan in anticipation of touching him.

He reciprocates, slipping a hand lower, underneath my panties and finally landing it on my pussy.

“Krista. You’re so wet already.”

“I know,” I whisper. “I’m ready for you.”

“God damn, you are so fucking sexy. My sexy Krista.”

“Damien…” I moan as he slips a finger onto my clit, drowning my ability to speak in utter pleasure.

“Just fuck me, baby,” I add. “Just fuck me with that nice big hard cock.”

“You want it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I beg. “Stop teasing me.”

Damien growls, and leads me to the couch. He pulls down his briefs, and his engorged cock swells, sticking straight up.

It really is huge.

“Ride me baby,” he says, leaning his head back.

My heart thumps staring at it. At him. I pause for a half second, thinking about the ridiculousness of it all. And how damn turned on I am right now.

“No. Please…” comes Nick’s voice from the other room. He sounds subdued, as if he’s finally giving up.

I pay Nick little mind, though. I kneel on the couch, straddling Damien’s midsection, and the tip of his thick cock rubs across my clit.

“Damien…” I moan.

“Fuck, Krista…”

Both of our voices drown in a fury of pleasure when I clench around him, slowly lowering onto him.

“So wet...so hot…” I mutter.

“So mine,” he grunts, and grabs onto my hips as I lower myself all the way onto him.

“Yours, Damien,” I echo. “I’m totally yours.”

He spreads kisses over my chest as I slowly grind over him, getting used to his size.

“Fuck I love you so damn much,” he says. “Krista…” His voice fades as I work my hips over him, grinding faster. I hold onto his shoulders for balance.

“Yes,” I mewl. “Yes.”

“Don’t hold back,” he grunts.

I close my eyes, and lean back while Damien hits the spot. It’s a spot inside me—and not the one he’s rubbing against with his hard length as I grip him.

Damien’s a great man, one of the best in the world.

And he wants me.

All the pain and hardship I’ve brought him only seem to make him want me more.

And that’s hotter than his six pack. It’s hotter than his big cock as I clench around it.

“Oh Damien,” I let out.

“Come for me, baby. Come. Yes,” he says, and as if he controls my pussy, I tremble as I reach my sweet release, gripping him hard.

“That’s right baby….oh fuck,” he mutters.

He loses his mind, too, and growls, gripping my hips as our hot sweaty bodies grind together. I shake as he shoots white hot into me, and finally we collapse in each other's’ arms, breathing heavily.

“Baby, that was crazy,” I say, with him still inside me.

“I know. I love you Krista,” he says and guides my lips to his.

I lean forward to his ear, and whisper. “You know, in a fucked-up way, it’s like doing this vanquished him. He’s lost his power over me. Over us.”

Damien smiles, and I lift myself off of him.

Nick’s got a stunned look on his face, and I even see what appears to be a tear running down his cheek.

“I don’t love you, Nick. See? You’re never getting me back. You’re insane.”

Damien stands up and wraps his arm around me. “As fucked up as this is, man, I just feel sorry for you. You tried to kill me, but you’re more fucking nuts then you are evil. Still, I’m going to make sure you never get to pull this shit again.”

“You’re calling the cops?” Nick asks weakly.

“Nah,” Damien winks. “Don’t worry about who I’m calling. Just a guy I know. A guy who fixes problems.”

I wipe the tears away from one of my cheeks and turn to Damien. “Fixes problems...like a shady mafia-type guy?”

“I told you I know people.”

He picks up his phone and dials some guy, who I’m pretty sure is named Rudy. Sounds like a typical mafioso...

“I feel bad,” I say when he hangs up. “You wouldn’t be in any of these situations if you never met me.”

He laughs. “You, babe? You’re the best problem that’s ever happened to me. I’m not sure if I’ll ever totally solve you though. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

We kiss again, tenderly this time.

“You really mean that?” I ask when we pull away.

“Like I said, I think you were an angel brought to me in a tough time.”

“And you rescued me,” I add.

We glance at Nick, and Damien shrugs.

“I guess I did. And it only took ten nights.”