Fate’s Unseen Shadow (Cager #1)

Chapter 20

20

A t five o’clock, a knock on the door made Ella jump from where she sat on the sofa, watching mindless television. She crept across and looked through the peephole before opening it. “Hi. I thought you were going to call?—”

Damon jerked her forward, kissing her hard and cutting off her sentence. He parted her lips, and his tongue swept inside, his beard scraping across her skin.

Yes! God, she’d waited for this moment where he’d let himself go.

Hungry. That’s the only word to describe him right then. He seemed willing to devour her.

He pushed her back into the apartment and kicked the door behind him. He released her body long enough to lock the door without breaking the kiss. His next step forward made her lean off balance, and she began to stumble.

Somehow, he picked her up before she fell, her legs wrapping around his waist as he continued to her bedroom. He turned as he stepped inside, pressing her back against the wall.

He broke the kiss, his brown eyes incredibly dark. “Take your shirt off.”

She couldn’t wiggle out of it fast enough.

“Yes or no for sex?”

Ella nodded. “Yes. Absolutely.” What’d happened today to make him change his mind?

Damon shifted his arm underneath her hips, freeing his other hand to cup her cheek. “I’m done holding back when it comes to you.” He slid his hand to her throat and then her breast. “I hope you’re ready for it.”

“For sex?”

“For all of it.” He pushed her breast up. “I’m about to own your body.” He quirked his lips to the side. “Respectfully, of course.”

“You can be disrespectful, too.” She nodded, feeling more alive than she had ever before. “Be as disrespectful as you want to be.”

He chuckled. “Not sure you know what you’re asking for, baby.” Moving from the wall, he set her on the bed with a small bounce. “I met my predecessor today. You haven’t been treated the way you should.”

Ella sat up, stunned. “You met Matteo? When? How? What did he say?”

Damon unbuttoned his shirt, studying her. “He showed up at your apartment, there to support Julia.”

She gaped at him. “What the hell? Support Julia?” That didn’t make any sense. He’d never liked Julia, either. They used to joke about her all of the time. Why...why would that have changed?

With a small smile, he took off his shirt. “I hope you don’t harbor any desire to rekindle your romance with the man after this is over.”

“I was done with Matteo when you showed up with a bottle of wine at my apartment. What did he say?”

Shaking his head, he set his boot on the bed’s footboard to untie it. “I’m not going to repeat it. But he’s on Team Julia and not Team Elizabeth. That’s why Xavier made me leave. I started to lose my shit the more he spoke.” He jerked that boot off and started on the other one. His dark eyes met hers. “I could have broken him in half.”

She studied the muscles covering his arms. “I’m guessing for you that’s not an exaggeration.”

“No.” He took that boot off and then reached into his back pocket, tossing two condoms on the bed. “It’s not. But he’s out of your life.” Staring down at her, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped and stepped out of his jeans.

His body was magnificent. She’d never had a chance to look over his chest. Several scars covered his torso. She scanned down, skimming over the black boxer briefs and spotting a long scar on his inner thigh. He’d have another one on his lower back from the knife last week.

“And you’re in my life?” She raised her eyebrows.

“Yes.”

One simple, confident word.

“How long is that yes good for?”

Damon reached out, taking her by the hand and pulling her to her feet. He studied her face as he untied her pajama pants. “I’m worried you’re the one that’s going to walk away.”

The vulnerability in his eyes made her heart pound. “You’re going to wish you could get rid of me.” She nervously laughed. “When I’m working sixty hours a week and stressed, I can be bossy. That might not work since you seem to like bossing me around.”

He held her by her chin. “I promise I will never want to get rid of you.” He kissed her as he slid his hand into the back of her pajama pants, grabbing a handful of her butt. “I’ll help manage your stress.” He pushed down her pants, leaving her completely nude. “I will give your mouth something to do if you get too bossy.”

She skimmed her fingers behind the waistband of his boxers, feeling bold. “Can I start now?”

He palmed the back of her head, kissing her hard and deep.

Ella pulled down his boxers, kissing him until the last second and then dropping to her knees. She’d never wanted to do this before, and, for a brief second, she worried he’d recognize her inexperience. Wetting her lips, she sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth.

Damon growled, his hand fisting in the back of her hair.

Her eyes closed, and she moaned, turned on solely by the erotic act. Taking him further, she worked herself back and forth, her tongue dragging along his bottom ridge.

She pulled back, licking the tip and tasting him. Looking up, she met his eyes.

“Fuck,” he said with a deep rumble. Grabbing her underneath her arms, he yanked her to her feet and turned her around. He smacked her ass. “Get on the bed.”

She yelped with the surprise attack and scurried onto the mattress.

The bedroom light clicked off, but the sun was still up and casting its early evening glow through the blinds. The bed shifted under his weight. He snaked his arm underneath her lower back, forcing her to arch off the bed as his hot mouth found her breast.

“Spread your thighs,” he whispered against her skin.

She eagerly did what he said, unashamed.

His deep laugh vibrated against her body. “You act like you enjoy being told what to do now.” He cupped her sex before sliding his fingers into her heat. “God, you’re so wet.” He drew them in and out. “Open the condom. As soon as you come, I’m taking you. Tell me again this is what you want before we both get carried away.”

“I’ll tell you yes a million times,” Ella said as she opened the condom. She sat up, shoving him onto his back. “And I’ll even put it on myself.” She stroked him up and down with her hand before rolling it down his shaft.

He grabbed her by the hips, nearly picking her up from that position. She’d expected him to set her on his cock, but nope. He bypassed that and set her down right on top of his face.

Ella wiggled. “I’m going to suffocate you.”

“I hope so,” he murmured as he kissed her inner thigh. “Now sit your ass down on my face and drown me.”

Closing her eyes against the embarrassment, she lowered herself an inch.

Grumbling something, Damon didn’t give her a choice and overpowered her, forcing her down.

The first touch of his mouth and her worry and brain left the bedroom.

“Shit,” she moaned, head falling back as she rode his face. Holding onto the headboard, she took the pleasure. Raw. Pure. Everything in her simmered with the building heat.

A minute or so into it, record time for her, the orgasm hit hard.

After her first wave of pleasure, Damon picked her up again. This time, he set her right where she expected, his cock stretching her as she took all of him in with that first motion.

“You can ride me later.” He rolled her to her back, dragging her hips up his legs and spreading her thighs wide. He thumbed her clit as he continued to thrust. Each time, it hit a spot inside that gave her a different kind of pleasure.

She reached her hands above her, letting him have full control.

“I wish you could see how fucking sexy you look right now, laid out, my dick sliding in and out.” He reached forward, his fingers grazing along her neck and causing a shiver to course through her body. “Those pearls.” A wicked smile curled his lips. “Next time, you’ll get a chance to see what I see.” He picked her legs up, her ankles crossing behind his neck. “In front of a mirror.”

She rolled her head to the side, the effect of his change in angle immediately setting off another, softer orgasm.

He quickened the pace.

“That’s it. God, you feel so fucking good.” He threw his head back, holding deep inside her, finishing.

He fell on top of her, heart pounding in his chest. He kissed her shoulder and neck, his beard tickling her skin. “I plan on doing that another million times if that’s okay with you.”

She smiled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, closing her eyes and loving him being so close. “Absolutely. A million and one times should be enough.”