Chapter 41

Damien

I stared at Alison, her words still ringing in my ears.

“Fuck me.”

For a moment, I was frozen. Then, without thinking, I grabbed her and kissed her. Hard.

She gasped into my mouth, her hands fisting my shirt. I deepened the kiss, pulling her closer.

I didn’t know what came over me—maybe it was the way she looked at me, maybe it was the way her body pressed against mine—but I couldn’t stop.

“Damien!” The voices in my head called out trying to scold me. “This isn’t part of the plan.”

I didn’t fucking listen. I just wanted Alison.

My hands roamed down her back, tracing her skin, and slipping under her shirt. She arched against me, moaning softly. My fingers skimmed her thigh, pushing higher until I touched her panties.

She was wet!

I didn’t hesitate to slip my fingers into her folds as I pulled her panties aside.

“Damien!” She moaned and the sound of her voice only fueled my desire.

I thrust faster, and as my eyes locked onto hers I could see the lust in her eyes grow.

“Fuck!” I moaned. She looked so sexy, like a goddess and right now I wanted to know how she tasted.

I removed my hands, Pulling down her panties.

I admired the view of Alison’s beautiful form as my tongue spread her pussy lips and tickled her tight walls.

She moaned as I buried my face in her pussy.

Alison tasted just as I had imagined like an exotic fruit I had never tried before.

She was so sweet that I needed more, I just had to get more.

I reached out and squeezed Alison’s soft breast to emit more squeals from her.

Alison responded in turn by wrapping her legs around my head, using her thighs to push me further and further in until-

She shrieked, squirting more of her juices onto my ravenous face. I had to blink a little after I slurped her essence and pulled my face out.

Alison didn't seem to notice what had occurred, she was lost in her own orgasm before looking up and brushing her glistening brown hair out of her face.

She peered at me, and I saw a flushed look in her eyes.

“You taste so good!” I commented blinded by lust.

I moved closer to her, wanting her to taste herself. My lips landed on hers once again.

The desire to eat her whole made me realize this was so much sexier.

Alison moaned as the kiss deepened. The sound of our lips echoed through the room. For a second. It seemed to be all that mattered.

I never knew a kiss could be so wonderful. This was different from the first time our lips collided.

The urgency, the need, and the warmth that came with it was unexplainable.

I didn’t want it to end and it was strange because I have never felt this way about a kiss.

We both needed to breathe, but we didn’t pull away.

However, the minute I felt my dick pulse I broke the kiss.

As I caught my breath I watched as Alison spread her legs. She was fucking messing with my mind and I loved it.

I went for her again, climbing on top of her statuesque form, kissing up her stomach, past her breasts, and then I kissed up and down her neck, causing Alison to sigh in contentment.

She was so much better than Gemma, and the taste of every part of her brought a never-ending joy in me.

I shifted myself awkwardly, trying to line myself up with her pussy while locking my eyes with her. It was difficult since I was a lot taller than she was.

Finally, I managed to raise my head above her breasts, my tip kissing her lower lips, and then-

"Agh! DAMIEN! YES!" shrieked Alison in ecstasy. She was so wet in anticipation.

I was between her legs again and my dick was at the entrance of her vagina.

She was looking down waiting but I was not moving. We were both panting with need. She was transfixed but when nothing happened she finally looked up and was met with a deep animalistic look in my eyes.

“Are you sure you can take me?” I asked, moving my dick around her walls.

“Yes!” She groaned.

“I’m not going to give it to you easily!” I said holding back, even when I knew the last thing I wanted to do right now was to play games.

"Beg now." Those two words made her hips buck trying to make me slip inside her.

"Fuck me now. Please. I need you inside me. I need you to make me yours." All the words spilled out of her. She was desperate.

I badly wanted to feed on that desperation but I couldn’t.

The words in my head returned. “Don’t forget the plan, Damien!”

I didn’t want to listen like I had done before, but I knew giving in would cost me.

I was snapped back to reality, letting go of my desire as I pulled back, and positioned myself at the edge of the bed.

Alison blinked up at me, breathless, lips swollen from my kisses. “What—why do you always do this?”

I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. “I—”

“Every time we get close, you pull away.” Her voice was filled with frustration.

I stayed silent.

“I want you, Damien,” she said. “I don’t know how to control it anymore.”

I clenched my jaw. “I don’t want to ruin things.”

“Ruin what?” she snapped. “We aren’t even anything.”

I sighed. She wasn’t wrong.

Alison groaned in frustration, turning her back to me. Moments later, her breathing slowed. She had fallen asleep.

I stayed beside her for a while, staring at the ceiling. Then, unable to shake the weirdness in my gut, I got up and stepped outside.

The cool air did little to clear my head. I needed a walk.

As I moved through the mansion grounds, I heard it—footsteps.

I slipped into the shadows, watching. A hooded figure moved past me, heading toward the study.

My pulse quickened.

I waited until he was further ahead, then followed.

The figure entered the study. I peered through the doorway, watching him scramble through my things.

What the fuck are you looking for?

My eyes landed on my gun in the chair close to me, and I grabbed it.

I moved closer, cocking my gun. “Turn around.”

The man froze. Then, without warning, he bolted for the window.

I fired.

The bullet struck his leg, but he didn’t stop. He jumped.

I rushed to the window, staring down until my eyes on his figure. The man lay sprawled on the ground.

He was dead.

The gunshot must have alerted my men because I heard footsteps behind me.

“What happened?” one of them asked.

Hugh stepped forward, looking out the window. “Another spy,” he muttered.

“No,” I said, eyes still on the fallen figure. “He wasn’t spying. He was searching for something.”