Chapter 7

“Please, I’d like to be excused,” I said but I didn’t wait for either of them to answer before I ran out of the office.

My hands were trembling as I made my way to the bathroom, my heart was racing and I was feeling suffocated.

Ryan was Damien’s son which meant that I had slept with my ex’s father.

Fuck!

While he deserved that and more, I realized how bad this was for me. I instantly wanted a shower. I hated everything Ryan related.

I suddenly started feeling cold and everything around me just seemed to come to an halt. I leaned against the cold sink and held unto it tightly.

How could I have been so stupid?

I closed my eyes and let the memories of the night I met Damien resurface. I should’ve never gone to him, I should’ve ignored the stupid thing that kept pulling me to him- I didn’t and now here I was, in a complicated situation.

He was Ryan’s father.

The thought made me nervous and I felt like I was losing my mind. If someone as manipulative, cruel and dangerous as Ryan was raised by Damien then he couldn’t be any different right? Was he just as bad or worse?

I stood straight and ran my hand through my hair in frustration, pulling on it tightly as I shook my head. No, I couldn’t let myself spiral. Whatever had happened that night was going to stay in the past- it didn’t matter. I was going to focus on my reason for being in the company and nothing else.

“All I have to do is stay away from him,” I whispered to myself. “He is nothing but trouble and I would not have anything to do with him.”

I let out a small breath to steady myself, brushed my hair out with my hand and dusted my skirt. I needed to head back out and do my job- nothing else but that because I wasn’t going to let something so small distract me from my goal.

Burning everything that has to do with Ryan into the ground, including his father if I have to.

Letting out a sigh of determination, I walked out of the restroom and made my way back to Damien’s office. I was about stepping in when I felt someone standing behind me.

“Are you fine, Amanda?”

I was startled and turned around to see who it was. Damien was standing behind me so closely that I was able to smell his cologne and his minty breath. His face was blank as he stared down at me.

“I… erm,” I stuttered, a knot forming in my throat. “Yes, I just went to use the restroom.”

“What’s the next thing on my schedule?”

His tone was neutral, professional even, and it caught me off guard. After everything, he was acting… normal? Decent?

I swallowed the knot in my throat and composed myself. “You have a meeting with some clients five minutes from now. I’ll make sure the conference room is ready.”

“Good.” He gave me a curt nod, his eyes lingering on me more than what was deemed innocent. “Let’s hurry.”

I stepped aside, letting him enter his office as I hurried to prepare the conference room.

Watching him interact with the clients confidently and intelligently was… alluring, sexy and my mind kept going back to the night we had sex. The way he had kissed me, finger fucked me, the way his hands had explored every inch of my body, giving me pleasure like no other while talking me through it. It was maddening and before the thought would turn me on, I shook the thoughts away and tried to focus on the meeting.

When the meeting finally ended, I began gathering the documents, stacking them neatly into a folder. My hands trembled slightly as Damien approached, his footsteps silent but purposeful.

“What’s next?” He asked in a low and husky voice.

My blood ran cold when I felt him behind me, the heat from his body sent shiver through my body and I swallowed.

“I… you…” I stuttered. “The… The report from the meeting needs to be finalized and sent to you for signing.”

He didn’t respond, instead he leaned in even closer to me. His breath fanned against my neck and I started feeling hot all over like I was burning. “Am I making you nervous, Amanda?”

“No,” I replied him, my voice was firm even though I was feeling the opposite. “Nothing about you affects me.”

A slow, knowing smile spread across his face, as if he could see right through me. “Good,” he said simply, stepping back.

We walked out of the conference room. I was still startled but I took deep breaths to calm myself. I kept my body still and tried to ignore how much my body reacted to him.

We got into the elevator and I was desperate to get away from him. But as the doors closed, Damien reached out and stopped them, his hand resting on the panel.

“Amanda,” he called my name with a husky voice. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that night.”

I forgot how to breathe and my heart starting racing as I turned to look at him. “Damien, I-“

He silenced me by walking closer to me and gripping me by my throat, I burned at the feel of his hand against my bare skin. “I want you…” he started before running his other hand through my hair. “I want you to look into my eyes and tell me you don’t want me and I swear that I would leave you alone.”

I tried to talk but I couldn’t, his hand trailed down from my chest to my breast and I gasped when he pinched my nipple gently.

“Say it,” he whispered into my ear but I couldn’t form a word.

“Damien,” I moaned his name instead. I knew I should stop him or push him away but I was a moaning mess, and I couldn’t think straight.

His hand trailed down further and he raised my skirt up my waist before going to the edge of my thong and tearing it away from my body.

“Damien…,” I tried to protest but his hand around my neck tightened, eliciting a moan from me again. He ran his hand across my folds teasingly before he pushed me against the wall of the elevator.

He trailed kisses down my body kneeling down in front of me, he raised my thighs and hooked my legs over his shoulders as he started pleasuring me.

“So fucking good,” he groaned.

The sight of his broad shoulders and his dark head between my legs and the feel of his warm tongue eagerly pleasuring me sent bolts of electricity through my body.

A series of moans escaped my throat as I gripped his hair. I couldn't seem to decide whether I wanted to pull him closer or push him away. I wanted him to stop. I wanted him to keep going. I wanted more. I wanted to find relief from this agonising pleasure that was building in me. I loved my hips against his lips and he groaned in satisfaction.

“Yes, just like that,” he said against my pussy as he blew air on the surface before putting his tongue back inside.

I pulled on hair tighter once his tongue pressed against my pussy, he licked each side, applying pressure and I couldn't stop myself from arching my back but one of his hands came up to circle around my nipple.

“If you try to push me away, I’d stop,” he growled, sending vibrations through me that had me panting then he sucked hard, moving his hand from my nipple to underneath my thigh to pull me closer.

I couldn't stop myself from pushing my hips up and he growled at that making me moan and pull on his hair tighter.

“Damien,” I screamed when I felt his tongue enter me again, fuck!

My breathing quickened and I felt the pleasure build up, his hands gripped at my thighs to push them open wider as I let out another loud moan, withering under his skillful tongue and I definitely started to think he's done this before.

Every move he made was pleasurably overwhelming.

Every moan he heard from me, he released a low growl to intensify the sensation.

His hands went to my hips to move against his tongue in a rhythmic motion and I couldn’t even keep my eyes open, his lips were attached to my pussy as he ate me out hungrily.

His hands gripped my thighs, holding them open then he looked up at me with dark almost pitch black eyes with nothing but want and lust.

His fingertips looked a bit white from the grip he had on my thighs and it felt so good, everywhere he touched felt so good like fire added with shocks.

"You look so fucking hot right now,” he mumbled and I moaned from his words that brought me closer to the edge.

I stared up at the door of the elevator as I felt warm inside.

"Damien I'm-"

"Do it baby. Cum for me like the good slut that you are,” he growled, his voice lower than before as he sucked harder, his fingertips gripping into my hips.

I whimpered, the pleasure hitting me in waves as I came.

My back arched and I screamed as he continued to lick me clean.

It was like fire mixed with adrenaline spread throughout my entire body. My mind went blank as pleasure tore through me, shooting throughout my body and finally I cried out his name.

When he stood up, I was still trembling and I stood there, dazed and breathless, as Damien pocketed my panties with a smug smile.

“You should stop resisting me sweetheart,” he said in a low voice that only made me more horny.

And with that, he pressed the button to resume the elevator, leaving me stunned and reeling as he walked out without another word.