Chapter Four

Jillian

When he slanted his mouth over mine, I was instantly lost in him. The panic that had taken up residence in my chest evaporated when his lips touched mine. The terrifying scenes of the drive-by shooting I just survived drifted to the back of my mind, while more invigorating visions took the forefront. His tongue swiped across the part in my lips, and I readily submitted control to him.

And he took it without hesitation.

I wanted nothing more than to forget everything that happened on that sidewalk and get lost in him. Was I using an unhealthy coping mechanism to avoid processing my true feelings? Definitely. Pretending I wasn’t almost killed on the sidewalk of a busy street? Absolutely. My attempt to leave reality behind and let a handsome stranger take me home with him should’ve triggered a warning in my mind, but I was scared out of my wits, and he made me feel safe again.

Everything about the encounter was intoxicating. His scent. His tongue gliding along mine. His taste. The feel of his lips on mine. The way he held me in his arms. How he gripped my hair in his fist—possessive, dominant, daring. When he broke our kiss, my mind was hazy and my body was on fire. The way his hooded eyes darkened with desire when he looked at me obliterated any second thoughts I had.

“Take us by Miss Hart’s apartment first, then we’re going to Cooper Square, Benny.”

I’d only met him the day before, but I had no intentions of applying the brakes. I felt the wind off those bullets when they buzzed past me. A hair’s width difference and I would’ve been shot. A near-death experience gave me a new perspective on my career-driven life. I didn’t want to die with a single regret, and if I passed up a night with Damon, regret would’ve been all I felt.

At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to surrender to his wishes, to give him all of me. After how he protected me during that terrifying incident and took care of me after they drove away, I thought maybe he was interested in more than a one-night stand. But if one night was all he gave me, I’d still happily take it. While I was in his arms, I hungrily accepted his kisses and caresses.

We separated when Benny pulled up outside my building and cleared his throat to get our attention. Damon extended his hand to help me out of the car, and we walked inside together. He entered my apartment first, keeping me behind him as he checked the rooms for intruders. When he was sure we were alone, I grabbed a small bag and threw everything I’d need for work the next day into it in record time.

We slid back into the back seat of his car, and our lips were again fused together after one heated look. When the car came to a stop again, Benny got out and opened the back door for us. I slid out behind Damon and looked up at the twelve-story brick building. I had no idea the unassuming outside would hold such opulence and luxury inside. We took a private elevator to the top of the building where Damon’s condo encompassed three entire floors with expansive patios on each level.

As amazing as the entryway of the building was, it paled in comparison to the inside of his condo. Three floors of nothing but elegance and wealth, combined with the masculine air Damon projected naturally. The low lighting gave a stylish and romantic vibe. He removed his jacket and tie while I roamed around, taking in the enormous space.

Damon appeared behind me from nowhere. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me tight against him, my back to his chest. He slid his arms up, crisscrossing over my chest while his lips left a scorching hot trail down the side of my neck. “You taste as good as you smell. I can’t wait to taste you everywhere.”

Chills ran down my spine and fanned out across my skin.

“I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime to get you alone.”

His hands slid down to palm my breasts, kneading the swells and pinching my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. My head fell back to his chest, pushing them farther into his hands.

“Throughout dinner, all I could think about was how it’d feel to have your pussy wrapped around my cock.”

A whimper escaped my throat.

“On the ride over here, it took all my willpower not to rip your panties off and fuck you in the back seat of my car, even though we weren’t alone.”

My breathing hitched. My arm reached up to the back of his neck. My hand cupped the back of his head. My fingers gripped his hair.

“Now that you’re here, I’m about ten seconds away from wringing your body dry from repeated orgasms. So, tell me now, do you want me to stop?”

“No.” My reply came out breathily, but it was all I could do to even speak. His words were my undoing, and his hands set my body on fire. His mouth on the sensitive skin of my neck removed any doubt lurking in the back of my mind. What he could do with that tongue in more intimate spots was just a heartbeat away.

His fingers grasped the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. Standing in nothing but my lacy white bra and matching thong, I turned slowly until I faced him. His eyes roamed over my body, heating me from my core with a simple look. He pulled down the cups of my bra, revealing my breasts before covering one with his mouth. His hands snaked around behind me and unhooked my bra, letting it fall from my arms. Then his hands glided down my back until his thumbs hooked into my panties. He slid them down my legs, and I stepped out of them, leaving my high heels in place.

“I plan to fuck you all night long. Just when you think you’ve had enough, I’ll be back for more.”

I’d never in my life felt so desired as I did standing naked in front of him while he licked his lips and devoured me with his eyes. He walked me backward to the couch and sat me down on the cool leather. With my ass perched on the edge, he knelt before me and buried his face between my legs. My body responded fiercely as his tongue and fingers fucked my pussy. My inner muscles clenched and quivered forcefully with each movement of his onslaught. With a primal scream, I gripped his hair and called out his name with the first orgasm.

“You taste so fucking good, but I can’t wait to be inside you. My cock will be so deep in you, you’ll still feel me between your legs tomorrow.”

“Yes.” My voice was raspy and wanton.

His expensive clothes were quickly discarded and left in a heap on the floor, then he reclaimed his position kneeling in front of me. Sheathed and hard, he slid into my waiting sex. The walls of my pussy burned from the way he stretched me until my body acclimated to his size. I had no doubt I’d still feel his presence the following day. He grabbed the back of my head with one hand and pulled my face to meet his, then he pounded relentlessly into me. His other hand played with my clit, circling, swirling, and pushing my hot button until I came apart again. And again. With the incredible sensations pulsing through my entire body, I couldn’t even count how many times I came.

“Fuck yeah,” he muttered, continuing his erotic barrage on my body. Then he suddenly stopped, walked me around to the back of the couch, and bent me over. “Hold on to something, doll.”

Then he held on—to my long hair. He pulled it up in a ponytail in his hand and twisted the strands around his palm. As he pushed into me from behind, he pulled my hair then smacked my ass with the other hand. He rubbed the red out before he smacked it again. The pleasure and pain mixed, creating a vibrating sensation that ran through my veins and along every nerve ending. His occasional grunts and groans of pleasure only excited me more.

“That’s it, doll. Soak me again. Your tight little cunt is driving me wild.”

The more he talked dirty to me, the more turned on I became. A man I barely knew commanded my body better than any lover I’d known before. Whatever he ordered, my body obeyed without question or hesitation. His hold over me was all-consuming, and I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want our night together to be a one-night stand. A meaningless fling. I wanted to get to know the man behind the curtain of control…the man I knew most people had never met.

“You feel too fucking good. I’m never letting you leave.”

As if he read my mind.

“Now that I’ve felt you wrapped around my cock, no other man will ever touch you. I’ve claimed you…all of you.” He ran his finger across the tight rim of muscle between my cheeks. “I can’t wait to take this virgin ass. To know it’s only mine. So fucking sexy.”

The thought of anal sex had never appealed to me…before Damon. Before his words, his possessiveness, his desire to have all of me as his created a foreign but welcomed longing in me. As archaic as it sounded, the manly way he handled me, the dominating way he took what he wanted, and the thoughtful way he made sure I experienced more pleasure than I’d ever known made me feel more special than any declaration of love had in the past. No other lover compared to this man, in any way.

“Give me one more, baby. I can’t hold out much fucking longer.” He thrust harder, driving into me with a renewed ferocity until my screams of pleasure filled the room. I felt him pulsing inside me a moment later, followed by his growl of satisfaction. He helped me up then pulled me into a full-body embrace. “You are fucking amazing.”

He knelt behind me, and I wondered what more he had in mind. His fingers gently wrapped around my ankle, and he tugged until I lifted it. One by one, he removed my shoes while his lips caressed the back of my thighs. When he rose, his mouth sought mine, his kisses more tender this time. We walked to the bathroom, naked and with our bodies still touching, until he moved one arm to start the shower.

I thought we’d have another raucous round in the shower, but he had other plans. The powerful and commanding man washed me with such a gentle touch, I wondered if he was the same man I’d been warned about. The way he pampered me was just as intimate as the amazing sex we’d had.

I wasn’t naïve—I knew the words that fell from a man’s mouth during vigorous sex weren’t exactly the truth. While I melted a little more with his every word, I didn’t believe we’d be together forever. But after the chaos of the night, the way he protected me, and then washed it all away, I wasn’t so sure I could simply walk away without a scratch.

As I dried off, I heard drawers opening and closing from his bedroom. He appeared in the doorway, naked with beads of water still clinging to his skin. My eyes drank him in slowly—from the muscles that said he knew his way around a gym to the happy trail leading the way from his belly button all the way down. He purposely cleared his throat, drawing my attention and my line of sight back up to his eyes. With a smug grin that let me know he’d caught me looking, he handed me one of his T-shirts.

“I didn’t see you grab any pajamas when you ransacked your bedroom. You can wear this for now. Let’s have a glass of wine together on the balcony.” He toweled off and slipped on a pair of shorts before we moved to the terrace that was as big as my entire apartment.

“Your condo is gorgeous, but this area is amazing.” I turned slowly, taking in the numerous potted plants, top-of-the-line patio furniture, swaths of grass amid the paver stones, the outdoor kitchen, and the private lap pool. It was the perfect oasis in the middle of the concrete jungle.

As I leaned against the half wall surrounding the patio, gazing at the bright city lights below, the shooting replayed in my mind, and the fear began taking root in my chest again. My coping mechanisms were failing me, allowing the terrifying scene to repeat with alarming clarity. Damon seemed to sense my distress. His arms encircled me from behind. His chin rested on my shoulder, his cheek next to mine.

“You’re shaking. Is the breeze up here too cool for you?” His tone was easy and soothing, but also knowing. He gave me an out, a way to avoid talking about my angst if I chose to take it.

But I needed his comfort. I needed to hear the words come from him. When he promised he’d take care of me, I believed him. “No, I just can’t stop thinking about what happened earlier.”

He turned me toward him and held my face in his hands. “I understand, but believe me when I say we have it covered. You don’t have to worry now.”

“That’s all either of us can do, isn’t it? Believe that the people responsible will be found and held accountable for their actions.”

“I believe they will be. With all my heart and soul, I believe it.”