14. Mila

My disappointment shrouds my high in seconds, twisting my looks of desire to one of petulance. I watch him depart, and as if to mock me my pussy throbs, a silent plea to be filled by his monstrous length.

I mindlessly find myself stroking my inner thigh as images of his feral expression before he was about to enter me, possess my thoughts. Oh fuck! I squirm beneath my touch as the soft caress of my fingertips, makes a quick trail to my cunt. I'm too fucking amped up. The craving, the sheer need for release drives my movements, and when I make contact with the slick folds of my sex, I howl.

"Fuck yes!" I groan, Damien's name forming on my tongue as I slide an eager finger up my slit, finally making contact with my swollen clit. "Damien!" I cry, and begin my merciless assault of circles on my swollen bud.

The electricity of these sensuous feelings prickle along my skin, raising the hairs on my arms the longer and harder I rub my cunt. I only imagine what Damien would do if he were here. The way he would stroke me, and the way he'd bring me to heel with merely his touch.

With swift flicks of my waist, I hump my hand, feeling the rising blaze of an oncoming orgasm deep in my core. My eyes flutter closed, my chest a dangerous rhythm of panting, and the frantic jive of my heart as I near sweet bliss.

The juice of my arousal coats my fingers, making them glide easy and quick against my flesh, as I insert a digit into my pussy.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I moan softly into the quietness of my bedroom. "I'm gonna come!" I choke out and that's all the warning I have before I'm barreling into the vengeful pit of ecstasy that engulfs me in it's addicting embrace.

After my limbs cease to jerk and shake, I pry my eyes open and let out a steady breath, and wait until my hearts calm before rising from the bed.

I parade towards the bathroom, sated momentarily but it won't be for long. My attraction for him is relentless. The desire I hold is controlling. It's only inevitable that we will fuck, and when he takes me, I know his promise of complete dominance will uphold and I'll be unable to stop from letting him claim me in every filthy way he's imagined.

*****

I'm surprised when I don't see him in the office the next day. Kass alerts me that he's taken a personal day and that she'd like to get a drink after work.

I can tell by the tone of her voice she wants to discuss something and not lightly.

When I finally meet her at club Rose, she waves me over to her usual table and hands me a mojito. I sip the drink cautiously, too anxious to let the ambience of the upscale club, lull me into a gentle daze.

It's well populated tonight. The dance floor is vibrating with movement, the music is great. I find myself unconsciously swaying in my seat.

"What's up, Kass?" I question wearily. Her face is flushed, and tendrils of red locks bequeath her cheeks. She eyes me silently for a moment, taking a swig of her vodka tonic, and sets her glass down before leaning in.

"What is going on with you and Damien?"

What? How the hell did she know? I attempt to play things nonchalantly.

I quirk a brow, and let a light hearted grin curve my lip upward.

"What are you talking about, Kass?"

"Well for starters, you quit? Now you're back? I'm just very confused and he has a horrible reputation with women. Especially, his secretaries."

I shake my head and hold up my hands, a lie forming on my tongue hastily.

"Look, despite Damien's sexual nature he's also a very stubborn man to work with. There's nothing between us besides his arrogance and inability to compromise. I can assure you."

I roll my eyes for extra effect, and scour the dance floor, noticing a couple attractive men in the distance. I lock eyes with the blonde by the bar, who holds up a beer in his hand.

Kass sighs.

"I just want to make sure you're not getting wrapped up in his bullshit."

"And that would be?"

"Like I've told you before, he's charming, but things are only flesh deep with him. He gets what he wants Mila and that's it."

I should heed her warning. The sensible thing to do would be to leave him be, but that's easier said than done. My attraction to him is potent, and just by his raw sexual magnetism, I know he's able to evoke sensations within me that no other man has.

Still, Kass knows him better than most. They built a law firm together. She wouldn't say these things if they didn't hold some truth.

Ugh. That's what annoying. She's usually right about these things.

"Kass, I hear ya. Okay? I'm very cautious about anything, let alone the thing in Damien's pants. You don't have to worry about me."

She tucks a lock of her hair behind her head, and levels her concerned gaze with mine.

"You know you're one of my close friends. And I don't want Damien ruining that. I'm just looking out for you."

I place a hand on her shoulder and give her a reassuring squeeze.

"I appreciate it." I reply. "I'll be fine."

She nods. I let my hand drop back down to my side. I shield the annoyed look from my face.

Well that's one way to ruin a buzz. I stare, disinterested in my drink. Her words tauntingly bang around my skull.

"So, is everything okay with Damien?"

Kass waved a hand dismissively and sucked down the rest of her drink before slamming it on the table. She lazily cast her gaze around the club before answering.

"Yeah, just his druggy brother is back in town. This happens every couple months. It's always the same shit. He asks Damien for help and then steals his shit for drugs. Damien won't give up on him though. It'd be sweet if it wasn't so insane."

Wow. That's who he was talking to. A dull ache of pity fills my chest, and I tap my glass against the table.

"I'm gonna need a shot," I mumble before downing the last of my mojito. "Oh wow. I guess everyone has family problems."

Family issues aren't unusual to me.

My sister is a pretentious snake who always got everything she wanted and went from home to her husbands house, never knowing what it means to have a true work ethic. My parents were always sticking their nose into my business up until the day my mother died. My father is all that is left and he has early stage of Alzheimer's and needs full time care.

"You're telling me," Kass replies. "Hey, that guy who waved to you is coming over."

Lovely.

I follow her gaze to the man who was at the bar pushing his way through a crowd of people with his eyes set on me. He smiles, revealing perfectly white teeth, and I'm not impressed. He's not as ruggedly handsome as Damien.

"What's your poison?" He calls over the music as another bass pounding song fills the club. I bite my lip, and stifle a scoff.

"Something stronger than this." I hold up my glass, waving it at him. He raises a brow, grins and nods.

"Of course." He smiles. "And for your friend?"

"Whatever she's having," Kass states and pours her attention on her phone. He nods and leans towards me, brushing his fingers over mine.

"I'm Louis by the way."

"Mila," I reply.

He smiles, and disappears back to the bar.

"You better watch his ass and make sure he isn't slipping anything in our drink," she muses. I swat her arm and roll my eyes but don't ignore her words. Settling my eyes on Louis, I watch as he waves the bartender down and waits for him to prepare three shots.

They remain untouched as he makes his way back to us juggling all three of them. I grab one he offers me and he places the other two on the table. Kass's eyes are glued to her phone.

"What's so interesting?" I goad.

"Oh just wonderful Damien being a pain in my ass."

His name has peaked my interest. I quickly thank Louis for the shots and bring mine to my lips, before downing the bitter liquid. I sputter and swallow the urge to spit it up. I've never been good at shots, but a little liquid relief is needed.

"So, Mila, tell me," Louis says brightly, his tongue darting out along his bottom lip. "Do you like to dance?"

I can see where he's going with this. I love to dance. I've been swaying in my seat since I got here. He grins.

"You're practically dancing already," he replies before grabbing my hand. I shrug and offer Kass a quick look of surprise before I'm dragged towards the dance floor. The best way to dissuade her accusations is to show I'm interested in men other than Damien.

If she found out it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.... Ha! That's a fucking lie. All hell would break loose.

Louis grabs me by the hips when we reach the center of the crowd grinding and gyrating to the beat. He spins me around, pressing his crotch against my ass, moving us both to the electronic beat blaring from the speakers. The hum of music and conversation is so loud over here, Louis leans forward, grazing his mouth against my ear to speak. The warmth of his breath tickling my neck should've made the area between my thighs moist but instead, I cringe.

"Your body is fucking gorgeous."

His hands skim down my hips, thumbs grazing my ass, and I tense, quickly snapping my hands to his wrists and pulling them back up. A deep, throaty chuckle enacts from his lips, as he squeezes my sides and his hands make an effort to trail back down to my ass.

I twist my head, frowning.

"Easy there," I reply and grab his wrists again, but this time he resists and his hands remain firmly on my ass.

"Awe, don't be a tease." He replies, and I move to pull away from him, seething with fury when he yanks my ass back into his erection.

"What the fucks your problem?" I hiss and extricate myself from his grasp. I whip around to face him and watch as he rolls his eyes.

"What? I bought you a drink," he says and runs a hand through his hair, pulling the locks back from his sweaty forehead.

I fume, my face twisting into a sneer.

"That wasn't payment for groping me fuckwad," I snap, and barrel away from him, thankful he doesn't grab me or else he'll get a fist to his fucking face. When my eyes land on the table, they meet the torrid gaze of Damien. Kass is nowhere to be found.

What the fuck is he doing here?

He lets his eyes drink me in, traveling down my body, mentally unraveling the dress I'm wearing to peer underneath. His emphatic stare sends a shock to my nipples, hardening them instantly. When I stop at the table, the corner of his mouth twitches upward, but he doesn't appear amused. No. This is the man who looks threatening, like his territory has just been pissed on.

I speak first, hoping my voice will come out strong and unwavering but I sound raspy and breathless.

"What are you doing here?"

"Looks like I showed up right on time, Mila."

"For what?"

He gestures with an arrogant expression to Louis who's currently praying on another woman. I place my hands on my hips and quirk a brow.

"Please don't stop on my account."

"Sounds to me like someone's jealous." I challenge.

"On the contrary, jealousy has nothing to do with it. I don't like other men trying to fuck what's mine." Mine. That possessive word that makes feel like an object. Yet I like the way the word sends electricity right to my pussy.

"Oh, so I'm yours?" I quip with an annoyed eye roll.

"And don't fucking forget it. Let's go."

"Wait, what?" I protest as he grabs my arm and hauls me after him. I pull myself out his grasp. "I'm not ready to leave. And fyi, I came here with Kass." I snap, while searching for her.

His cold gaze should make me quake but I stand my ground, straightening my dress and twisting on my heel.

"I'm staying. You do whatever the fuck you want."

I head back towards the table, not glancing behind me to see if he's still following. When I reach the table, and perch on a stool I watch him striding back towards me.

I stifle the grin on my lips.

Looks like I affect him just as much as he affects me.