29. Damien

Damien’s POV

She loves me.

Any other time those three words would make me cramp up, utterly petrified, but not right now. Not when it’s Mila. It feels…. Right. It empowers me. Through all of the bullshit, all of the pointless women, it’s always been her.

I spot her as I climb the front steps to my office. Through the window of the front door, her face pointed downward at something that Kass is showing her. She looks so fucking perfect.

Fuck. I’m whipped.

The thought makes me grin, but as soon as I yank open the door, I stifle that grin with a lick of my lips, eyes gleaming as Mila looks up and peers at me like I’m the best thing in her life. Her eyes sparkling with warm affection as she hands a packet of paper back to Kass.

“Hey, you,” She greets me. I move to her quickly, unable to keep my arms from encircling her waist, as I inhale her scent deeply, enjoying the familiarity of it, and how it makes my cock jump in my pants.

She still get’s that reaction out of me… even after months. No woman has ever kept my attention so long. Mila giggles in my arms, resting her head on my shoulder, before I set her down and she beams up at me with that teasing grin.

“What?” I question, eyes finally moving from her to Kass who’s got a sly smile on her face, the paperwork balanced in her grip as she walks over to me.

“You’re one lucky bastard, you know that?” She teases, pressing the packet against my chest. I frown, confusion on my face as I grab the paperwork and peer down at it.

My eyes move over the page and my mouth falls agape.

“No fucking way,” I state, exasperated. “She dropped the suit.”

Kass claps dramatically, before twisting around and producing a bottle of champagne.

“Not only did she drop the suit, she made a formal statement that the accusations were false. We got our clientele back!” Kass pops open the champagne, bubbles fizzing every where but I’m too happy to give a shit about the mess. I swipe the bottle from her grasp, pressing it to my lips and taking a few celebratory gulps.

“Jeez, you’re happy. Clearly.” Mila sounds amused as she watches me down a quarter of the bottle, before offering it back to Kass, who narrows her eyes challengingly at me before yanking the bottle from my grip.

“Don’t be a hog. It’s good news for me too.”

I hold up my arms innocently and shrug.

“Thank fucking god… I thought I’d never be rid of that bullshit,” I reply. Mila nods, crossing her arms over her chest as she quirks a brow at me.

“You’re not the only one….”

I know she’s been through hell the past week. I know she’s felt inadequate… to the point where she started a showcase with another guy.

That thought makes my fists clench down at my sides, as I shake my head quickly, dispelling the images of her spread and subdued while another ‘alpha’ tries to stake claim to her in front of an audience.

Never fucking again. Over my dead body.

I still have half a mind just to beat the fucker who was up there. Just for the disrespect. Then I’ll fuck the shit out of Mila just so she never forgets that I’m her only Alpha. The only dom in her fucking life.

Mila cocks her head curiously at me.

“What ya thinking about?”

I shake my head. I don’t think this is the time to get into this.

“Nothing. I’m just happy.”

“Happy, huh….” She trails off as she reaches for the glass that Kass has offered her. She sips the champagne lightly, before biting her lip, and I’m overwhelmed with the need to fuck her.

Fuck it.

I walk over to her quickly, wrapping my arms around her waist, her champagne spilling down my back as I pick her up and toss her over my shoulder. She gasps excitedly.

“Damien! What the hell are you doing?” She exclaims before I smack her ass. She yelps, before laughter rumbles her chest, and Kass rolls her eyes.

“Really, Damien? At the office?”

I shrug. I didn’t help build this company to be ruled by someone else.

“Cancel my morning meetings. I’m celebrating.”

With one more smack on Mila’s ass, I move towards my office, grinning at the sound of Kass scoffing behind me before the discernable sound of her calling me an ass.

Regardless of Kass’s disappointment from me canceling meetings, I have to have Mila. The thought plants in my mind, until I’m straining hard and thick in my pants. I daydream about the slick folds between her thighs, and as soon as we get in my office, I swipe the contents atop my desk onto the floor, before laying her on my desk, and locking my office door.

“That was subtle.”

“I don’t care to be secretive.” I drag a hand through my hair, eyes moving down her face to those plump lips I just want to bite. “I’m going to fuck you in my office and Kass just has to deal with it.”

Mila nibbles anxiously on her lip, before batting her eyelashes lightly, before she inhales a slow breath that makes me grit my teeth with lust.

“Then what’s stopping you? Fuck me, Damien.”

The sound of my name on her lips is enough to make me drag my jacket off, tossing it on the floor, before I begin unbuttoning my shirt, only to discard it with the jacket. All while her eyes rest on me with such desire I can practically feel it seeping into my fucking skin.

She wants me just as needy.

I step toward her, cursing when she slightly spreads her thighs to give me a peak of her lacy panties as her skirt bunches up around her hips.

“You’re fucking killing me, Mila.”

“Good,” She replies before biting her finger playfully. “I want to drive you wild, Damien.”

I lick my lips at the sight of her tits heaving in her tight shirt, and how her nipples are hard and aching; just begging to be tugged on by my teeth. I don’t care to be gentle right now. Not anymore. Not when I feel the animal inside of me awakening.

With just my pants on, I nudge her thighs apart with my leg, looping my arms beneath her thighs to yank her down on the desk so I can feel the heat from her pussy against the bulging crotch of my pants.

“Fuck, Mila. I need to be inside of you,” I grunt, before I trail my fingers in the waist band of her skirt teasingly, before moving them down her legs to hike up her skirt.

“Hm…I can bet you’re fucking soaked. Just like a good girl. So soaked for me, baby,” I hiss as I run my hand over the crotch of her panties, palm sliding over slick wetness. She jerks her hips against my hand, and I pull it away, shaking my head while ‘tsking’ her.

“Damien,” She whines. “Please.”

“So fucking eager for me to fill this tight pussy, aren’t you?”

She nods, a greedy moan slipping from her lips when I stroke her panties again, but this time, I loop my fingers in the waistband and yank them down her legs, before I shove them in my back pocket.

“So fucking gorgeous,” I groan when she spreads her legs and her folds are glistening with the juices of her arousal.

“Just as I suspected. Fucking soaked,” I growl before I grab her hip with one hand, and release my throbbing cock with the other. It springs free from my pants, slapping against her delicious lips, before I slowly thrust, rubbing the head against her heat.

“Oh, Damien, you feel so good!” She cries out for me, before clamping her mouth shut and eyeing the door.

“Shit, sorry.”

I shake my head. I run a finger over her lips and shake my head.

“Don’t worry baby, there aren’t any clients right now. Be as loud as you fucking want to.”

Her cheeks warm with embarrassment as she nods, and after I rub the tip against her slit, with one thrust, I’m buried inside of her to the hilt. Her pussy clenches eagerly around my cock, frenzied like this will be the last time I’m buried inside of her. The feeling is fucking exquisite, I almost don’t want to move just to cherish the feeling of her cunt kneading my meat.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” I hiss through a clenched jaw as I begin to pound into her pussy. I reach for the buttons on her shirt, ripping them free, chuckling as they fly in the room, and her bare tits are bouncing wildly for me. The sight makes my cock jump inside of her, and I pick up the pace, slamming myself as deep as I can until her eyes are rolled in the back of her head and my name is a repeated mantra on her lips.

“Damien! Damien! Damien! Oh god! Damien!”

“I fucking love when you say my name, Mila.”

Just her saying my name, makes my thrusts frantic. All I want to do is fill up her pussy with my sweet release, but not until she’s come all over my shaft. Not until then, will I empty myself inside of her.

“Oh fuck! I’m so close!” She cries out, her fingers tweaking her nipples until she’s panting and her eyes are closed. Her walls tighten around me and I know she’s so close to coming all over me.

“Come on my cock, Mila. Be a good girl and give me just what I fucking want.”

She gasps.

“Oh fuck! Yes!”

I know she’s coming by the way her body shakes and her limbs jerk as her cunt tightens around me.

“So fucking good,” I manage to rasp out just as I feel my cock swelling before I empty myself inside of her.

“Too fucking good,” She calls out as I fill her. I press my forehead against hers, until my cock stops twitching. She strokes my back before I rise, and slowly pull myself out of her.

“What are you thinking?” She questions as I step back and rub the back of my neck.

“I’m thinking how I’ll never get enough of this.”

Her eyes widen a fraction, and I feel my heart hammering in my chest. Fuck. I’ve never really done this before…

“And how, if I had the chance, I’d love waking up to you –“ I nod to her breasts and delicious pussy. “Every fucking morning.”

“W-what?”

She blinks a few times, a look of surprise on her face.

“What does that mean?”

“It means, I uh…”

“Move in with me.”

She doesn’t mask her surprise. Instead she blinks a few times, before furrowing her brows.

“Are you serious?”

I think about it for a moment, but there’s no uncertainty in my mind.

“Yes. Move in with me. So I can fuck you whenever I want.”

She rolls her eyes.

“And who says I’ll let you?”

I step forward, leaning down to loop an arm around her back before yanking her upward toward me and capturing her bottom lip between my teeth before placing a chaste kiss on her mouth.

“Oh, I know you will.”

“Fine.”

“As in I’ll move in with you.” She scoffs. “Happy now?”

And for once, I actually feel happy. Not that fake shit where I smile and nod, and I’m lying the whole time and fucking miserable. I actually am happy.

“Fucking ecstatic.”

THE END