28. Mila

I know Damien's entered the room just from the gasp in the audience. I hear him before I lift my head, a growl ripping from his throat as he commands the man standing at my waist to get the fuck away from me. I expect a fight, fists to fly, the whole nine, but the man just submits.

So much for being a dom.

Damien's furious. I can tell by the strain in the muscles of his upper body; the stoney expression he sets on my naked flesh as he reaches out to graze his hand down my stomach.

Doesn't matter though. Because I'm the one who should be pissed. The one he couldn't care less to keep. The one who he put Tatiana ahead of. Hell, they'd probably been fucking for a long time.

I seethe with anger, let the molten heat fill my core, and dictate my next words.

"Get the fuck away from me," I hiss, venom laced in my words, but he isn't surprised like I imagined he'd be. Isn't phased by the acid in my tone or the way I flinch from his touch. I tug against my restraints, wishing they'd groan and snap from the weight I bare against them just so I can scream and push him away from me, but I have no such luck. I'm stuck. Submission to the man I want to hurt.

"You really thought I'd let you be with another Dom? With another man?" His voice is dangerously low and raspy as he regard me, his eyes narrowed slits like a predator who's taunting its prey. I glare at him, wishing looks could kill so he'd be ash on the floor.

"You don't get to dictate who I fuck."

He doesn't humor me with an angered response, no, instead he stalks around me, his jaw tense, the delicious curves to each ab looking horribly tempting, but I swallow my lust. I can't be so broken that I'd still want a man who clearly doesn't respect me enough to be real with me. He moves his gaze to the instruments hanging on a rack, and reaches for something I can't fully see. I frown and shake my head.

"Why don't you fuck Tatiana?" I don't care anymore if I'm loud enough for people to hear. I don't fucking care if the world hears, I'm boiling with rage. He snickers mirthlessly, palming what looks like a leather paddle in his hand, as he shakes his head.

"I didn't fuck Tatiana."

I know he's lying. I fucking saw them. There's no denying what I've witnessed with my own eyes. He must really think I'm stupid or naive enough to fall for his narcissistic bullshit.

"I saw you!"

"You don't know what you saw, Mila! Always making fucking assumptions..." His eyes shift to the crowd who are all engrossed in everything that's going on.

At least someone's enjoying this fucking shit show.

"I saw you with her, down in your play room."

"I was getting the truth out of her, Mila."

He strokes my stomach with the paddle and my insides stir, causing me to curse inwardly. No. I will not give in to this jackass. I bite my lip, and groan.

"What?" I gasp as he teasingly drags the paddle down near my slit, but hovers just enough to keep me on edge. He's so fucking distracting!

"I was just using her. I didn't fuck her. I got her to confess before it came to that."

Just as my brain starts to comprehend what he's said, he drags the paddle over the panties covering my pussy, and I gasp.

He was just using her...

For a confession..

Can I really believe that?

He strokes me again and I feel my resolve dwindling, replaced by my intense wanton, the encompassing anticipation of pleasurable bliss. I lick my lips, gasping as he begins slowly dragging the leather along the inside of both thighs and dipping down towards the crack of my ass and back up to grind against my pussy.

"Damien..." I say breathlessly, not exactly sure if it's a protest or a submissive word. Instead, I level gazes with him and watch as he moves so he's in between my legs. He bends down, so only I can hear him.

"You think I'd fuck another woman? There's no pussy that drives me as crazy as yours Mila, no pussy I want as badly as yours. God, it's taking everything in me not to sink my cock inside of you, because just looking at those wet panties has me rock fucking hard."

Oh my god...

I clench my walls, and take a deep shaky breath.

"She means nothing to me. She never did, and I did not fuck her. I just used her own fetish against her."

He lets his eyes languidly move down to my scantily clad panties and hooks his fingers into the edge of them before he licks his lips and shakes his head slowly.

"And you just thought I'd let another dick in this pussy. You're mine, Mila. Mine. I'll pound this pussy so hard you'll break around my cock." He growls and with one fluid motion, he tears my panties off, tossing them to the ground, before he eyes my pussy hungrily.

"And you purposefully tried to make me jealous."

"It worked," I rasp as he moves the leather over my dripping slit and rubs it against my throbbing clitoris.

"You'll never do it again."

"Maybe."

"Mila," he warns, pulling the leather away just as I start thrusting my hips forward to grind against the smooth material myself.

A whine escapes my lips but it only fuels his agenda, causing him to teasingly drag it over me once again and pull away. I sigh, frustration filling me as he continues this punishment.

"Say it, Mila."

I don't want to give him the satisfaction, even if I want him to make me come.

I groan and shake my head. He steadily begins to run the paddle against my drooling cunt and I cry out.

"Say it."

"No."

"You're mine, Mila." Another stroke. And another. Repeatedly until I'm writhing with need. Desperate to cling on to the feeling of erotic bliss that possesses my body. I want to deny him, want to make him agonize longer so he feels the torment these past few days have been, but I'm too selfish. Too needy. Too hungry for the pleasure only he can grant me.

"If you want me to make you come, submit."

"I'm yours!" I scream out and as soon as my omission rings loudly in the air, he's skillfully dragging the paddle against my slippery folds until I shatter. My orgasm barrels through me like a storm, drowning me in ecstasy until my limbs shake and my eyes are clenched so tight I'm blinded by the feeling.

"Oh Damien," I gutturally groan, and before I can even open my eyes again, I feel him between my thighs, throbbing and hard, monstrous and thick.

He doesn't miss a beat, instead he enters me in one swift, aggressive motion and I'm filled immediately with his addicting length. His cock feels too good. It's all I can focus on as my pussy continues to twitch as his shaft stretches me.

"Oh, Mila," he groans, placing his hands on my hips so he can pound himself into me furiously. For a moment I wish my restraints were free so I could reach out for him and press him harder into me.

"This pussy is squeezing me."

"Oh yes, you feel so good."

He thrusts wildly, dragging me along to this restless satisfaction. Sweat drips along his upper body, the sounds of our groans and skin filling the quiet room. I attempt to flick my hips upward as best I can, desperately trying to push him as deep as physically possible.

"I feel you getting tighter. Your gonna come on my dick aren't you?"

"Fuck yes."

"Oh shit, it feels too fucking good. I have to come inside of you. Deep into you."

Just the words he's saying and friction from his cock have me howling loudly. His name is a mantra on repeat that I sound desperate to remember, a pleasurable cry I want to be able to recite a million times over. I shout it like I'm claiming him, because In a way, I am. He's just as much mine as I am his.

I feel the forbidden word - love - on my tongue before I have a moment to collect my thoughts and with each frantic thrust of his hips, a surge of emotion spirals within me, and I roar loudly. My orgasm swirls in my stomach, and I know it'll be an intense one.

"Come for me, Mila. Let this pussy come around my dick."

I submit, letting go as I come endlessly around his length. I feel my pussy clench hard around his length before his cock swells as much as it can and he empties himself inside of me. Our groans serenade our release loudly. Before he leans over and presses a kiss to the side of my mouth. Just as he pulls away, I'm muttering before I can stop myself.

"I love you..." it's just soft enough he may not hear. But by the way his eyes widen and he stiffens, I know he has.

Panic swells inside of me as I watch him closely for the few aching moments he's silent. It isn't until he reaches forward, grasping my chin that he begins to grin and I furrow my brows confused. He bends to place another chaste kiss against my mouth and nibbles on my bottom lip before he pulls away slightly.

"I love you too, Mila."