Chapter 33

Alison

I arrived at Damien’s study early, just as he’d instructed. The mansion was eerily silent at this hour, the only sound being the faint rustling of leaves outside. As I approached the study, I hesitated, my hand hovering near the door handle. That’s when I heard it.

A low grunt. Followed by a moan.

I froze.

Another moan, this was louder than the first.

My pulse quickened as I stepped closer, my curiosity betraying me.

The door was slightly ajar, and against every rational thought in my mind, I peeked through the gap.

Damien was naked.

My breath caught in my throat.

Gemma was bent over his desk, her hands gripping the wood for support as he thrust into her. The slow, controlled movement of his hips, the way his fingers dug into her waist—everything about the scene in front of me should have made me turn away. But I didn’t.

Instead, heat coiled low in my stomach, and an unwelcome pulse of arousal ran through me. I was getting wet.

‘What the hell is wrong with me?’

I should have left. I should have walked away. But my feet stayed rooted to the ground, my body betraying me as I watched.

Then, suddenly, Damien’s eyes locked onto mine.

I sucked in a sharp breath, panic surging through me. His thrusts didn’t stop. If anything, he moved slower, dragging out each movement as if he wanted me to see every second of it.

I found my hands moving down my thigh as I bit my lip. Damien knew how to fuck, and it was sad that Gemma was the only one who got to enjoy me. Maybe she was right, I was hurt.

‘You’re married Alison.’ My mind scolded me and I sighed.

Damien had succeeded in messing with my brain. One minute I hated him with every fiber of my being and the next I wanted him to fuck me. This man was the devil himself.

“Step in,” he said. His voice was commanding, smooth, and completely unaffected by the fact that he was buried inside another woman.

I swallowed hard.

“I won’t repeat myself.”

Shaking, I pushed the door open and stepped inside, unable to look away from the way his body moved against Gemma’s.

Damien smirked, never breaking eye contact with me. “Good girl,” he murmured, before turning his attention back to Gemma.

I should have turned away. I wanted to turn away. But I couldn’t.

His movements slowed, his hands gripping Gemma’s waist firmly as he rolled his hips against her. Then, with a sharp tug, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back just enough for her to gasp.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

I shuddered. It took me a second to realize he was talking to me.

I met his gaze, my breathing uneven.

Damien didn’t stop. He leaned forward, his lips grazing Gemma’s ear as his hands slid up her body, fingers finding her breasts and squeezing it. She moaned loudly, pressing back against him.

Heat bloomed in my chest, spreading lower, making my thighs press together involuntarily. I felt dizzy, lightheaded, as if the air in the room had suddenly thickened.

My mind thought about the feeling of his length against my fingers and I found myself staring at my hand.

Gemma’s loud grunt, caused me to stare back at Damien.

I watched as his balls slammed against her. He had increased his pace, and weirdly his eyes were on me as he moved.

“Damien!” Gemma moaned.

“Cum for me baby.” He ordered.

“Yeah.” He growled. “Fuck.”

“That’s it.” His gaze didn’t leave mine, and I found myself longing for him.

I wanted to beg him to take me in his arms and fuck me like a slut, but I didn’t dare speak, neither did I move.

Then Damien’s voice cut through the haze.

“Turn away.”

It wasn’t a request.

I forced myself to move, my body trembling as I turned my back to them.

A moment later, I heard the sound of him pulling away, followed by a low groan from Gemma.

I felt like turning around, to see him in his full glory. As seconds passed those feelings became desires and I didn’t know how long I could control them.

“No peeking,” Damien warned, his voice teasing, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking.

I squeezed my eyes shut, listening as footsteps approached.

Then, without another word, Gemma walked past me, her presence lingering just long enough for her to shoot me a look. A satisfied smirk.

The door clicked shut behind her, and then—silence.

“Turn around,” Damien said.

I obeyed, my body stiff as I faced him.

He stood there in nothing but his underwear, his body still glistening with the remnants of what had just happened.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my expression neutral.

“Remind me why you’re here,” Damien said, his voice almost lazy, as if none of this had affected him in the slightest.

I opened my mouth, but my throat was dry. “The mission,” I finally managed to say.

“Oh, yeah.” He acted as if he were just now recalling. “Take a seat.”

I hesitated for a moment before lowering myself onto one of the chairs in front of his desk, my heart still hammering in my chest.

Damien took a seat at the edge of the table, leaning forward just a bit.

“Why don’t you come take a seat on my lap?” He said as if forgetting he had just offered me a seat seconds ago.

“This big guy needs something to warm him up after what just happened.” He pointed to his lap.

I gulped. “I thought you wanted to talk about the mission.”

“What’s a better way to talk about things than being close to each other.”

“Come on!” He added, leaning backward.

I stood on my feet, taking slow strides towards him.

“Do you miss me punishing you ally?” He asked.

I didn’t know what to say so I kept quiet.

“You haven’t answered my question!” He pointed out as I got closer to him.

The feeling of Damien’s hands on my waist startled me.

“Your silence shows you’re not fond of my punishment.”

I expected him to pull me to him, but instead he pushed me against the desk causing my dress to reveal my thigh.

His lips traveled up my thigh. I could feel myself getting wet. Damien santos was going to be the death of me.

I didn’t want him to stop. I ignored the voices in my head reminding me of who he was.

I spread my legs open, and the minute Damien’s lips got to my panty line. His hands took over, tugging my panties forward.

“You’re wet.” He pointed out.

“I just want to taste every drop of you.” He stood up, shoving me backward.

I waited for Damien’s touch, as I shut my eyes, but my anticipation was soon turned to disappointment.

“Get up Alison.” Damien’s voice broke through my haze. “We have mission to discuss.”

His words shocked me and as I pulled my eyes open I saw him looking at me with a stern gaze.

I felt a mixed of emotions but the most dominant emotion was anger. However I didn’t let it show, as I made my way back to my seat.