Damian’s smirk widened into something dark and deeply satisfied.
Then, he took a step back.
Slowly... agonizingly slowly... he took his time unbuttoning his suit jacket and letting it fall to the floor. He raised his hands to loosen his silk tie, taking deliberate, excruciating seconds with every single movement.
Ana’s dark eyes darted to the clock in the hallway.
It was 11:30 PM. They only had thirty minutes left before midnight.
She frowned deeply at him, her chest heaving as the physical ache between her legs grew unbearable. "You’re doing this on purpose!"
"Doing what on purpose, Ana?" Damian asked mockingly, unbuttoning his cuffs one by one with agonizing leisure.
"You’re stalling when I need you the most!" Ana snapped, her desperation turning into sharp, furious anger. "You always leave things unfinished!"
"Now, that’s not true," Damian replied smoothly, stepping closer with a dangerous glint in his eye. "Only when you disobey my command."
Her mind fractured under the torment. She didn’t want to wait for midnight. She didn’t want to play his psychological mind games anymore... she just needed him to quench the fire consuming her body right now.
Driven by pure desire, Ana closed the small distance between them. Her hands reached out, gripping his crisp white dress shirt, and with a desperate, frantic force, she ripped it open, sending the buttons flying onto the marble floor.
Damian’s eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise, but his smirk instantly returned... darker, heavier, and thoroughly proud as he watched her finally accept her own raw craving for him.
Ana pushed herself up on her toes and claimed his lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. Her hands worked frantically down his waist, unbuckling his belt and shoving his trousers down his hips.
"Please take me, Master," Ana gasped against his mouth, her fingers gripping his waist with absolute surrender. "Take me right here... right now."
In one swift, fluid motion, Damian reached down and scooped her up into his arms. Ana instantly wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands gripping his broad shoulders tightly as she buried her face into the hot crook of his neck, her pulse hammering wildly against her ribs.
He carried her past the grand hallway into the vast living room, stepping toward the warm, flickering light of the fireplace.
Damian carefully lowered her onto the smooth, dark hardwood floor before the hearth. The firelight danced over her bare skin, casting long, golden shadows across her body.
He leaned down, his massive frame looming over her, his dark eyes burning with an intense, suffocating focus. Reaching out, his large hand gently tucked a stray strand of dark hair away from her flushed face.
Without breaking eye contact, Damian stripped away his boxers, freeing his rock-hard shaft. He parted her thighs, sliding himself between her legs as she lay completely exposed to his gaze.
Ana gulped, her eyes dropping to watch his long fingers stroke himself once... a drop of pre-cum already glistening at the tip.
He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly, deliberately pushed inside.
"Ah..." Ana hissed in exquisite pleasure, her back instantly arching off the wooden floor as he filled her completely.
Damian gathered both of her wrists in one hand, pinning them firmly above her head against the floorboards. He leaned down, placing a slow, deep, and lingering kiss on her lips as his hips began to move.
He kept the pace slow and agonizingly deep, every single stroke hitting the most sensitive part of her core.
Ana moaned helplessly into his mouth. In that moment, her body, her mind, and her fragile soul were completely at the mercy of the man holding her down.
Damian released a low growl, his free hand reaching to cup her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger while his mouth slid down to nuzzle into her neck, pumping in and out of her with steady, intoxicating precision.
"Come undone for me, Anastasia," Damian growled against her skin, his voice thick with possession. "Before it’s too late."
Ana’s frantic mind could barely register the warning in his words. The overwhelming friction and warmth were driving her insane. "Don’t stop... Damian, please don’t stop..."
Damian let out a low, dark chuckle against her collarbone.
Suddenly, from the grand foyer down the hall, the heavy bronze pendulum of the antique clock began to chime.
Clang. Clang. Clang.
It was midnight.
"No!" Ana gasped, terror and desperation seizing her chest simultaneously.
Knowing her promised day off had just officially begun, she instinctively locked her legs tight around his waist, refusing to let him pull away. She needed him... desperately, maddeningly needed him to finish what he started.
Tears of overwhelming sensation trickled down her cheeks as the pressure at her core reached a shattering crest.
"Damian... I’m about to..." she sobbed, clutching him with everything she had left.
Damian didn’t pull back. Instead, he snapped.
He picked up his pace, driving into her with hard, relentless thrusts that shook her to her very bones. The sharp, wet sound of skin slapping against skin echoed wildly through the quiet, firelit room.
Ana screamed his name as her entire body fractured into a blinding, breath-robbing orgasm. Her walls clamped around him violently, pulling him in as she went completely undone under his frame.
With a few final, powerful thrusts, Damian buried himself as deep as he could go, releasing every drop of his warm seed inside her tightness with a low, gut-wrenching groan.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the crackle of the wood in the fireplace and their ragged, mingling breaths.
Damian slowly released her wrists and withdrew, sliding down beside her onto the warm floorboards. He reached out and pulled her shivering, exhausted body tightly against his broad chest, wrapping his arms around her as the firelight bathed them both in soft, glowing heat.
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The fire reduced to soft, amber embers.
Lying against his broad chest, Ana’s heavy eyelids fluttered shut. Exhausted, her small frame curled tightly into his side, her face nuzzling into the crook of his neck for warmth. Soon, her breathing evened out into the quiet, rhythmic of deep sleep.
Damian looked down at her pale, serene face. Gently disentangling himself, he scooped her up into his arms, keeping her wrapped tightly in the throw blanket. He carried her up the staircase and into his suite, laying her softly onto the bed.
As he pulled the heavy duvet over her, the fabric shifted, exposing her neck, collarbone, and the delicate swell of her breasts in the dim moonlight.
Damian’s dark eyes narrowed.
Scattered across her pale skin were unmistakable bite marks... some faded and healing, others raw, purple, and freshly left behind from the sheer brutality of his possession.
He stared at them for a long, quiet second.
Stepping into the adjoining master bathroom, Damian opened the medical cabinet and retrieved a small tube of soothing, anti-inflammatory ointment. He returned to the bedside, sitting down on the edge of the mattress.
With surprising gentleness, his long, broad fingers carefully dabbed the cool gel over every mark on her skin, rubbing it in until the redness began to ease.
Once she was comfortably tucked in, Damian slipped into a dark silk robe and quietly stepped out of the bedroom, making his way down the silent hall toward his study.
The heavy doors clicked shut behind him.
Damian let out a long, heavy sigh that cut through the silence of the room. Walking over to the mini bar, he poured himself two fingers of dark scotch, the amber liquid swirling against the glass.
He picked up a silver lighter, sparking a cigarette, and took a slow, deep drag, exhaling a thin cloud of gray smoke into the dimly lit room.
He pulled his phone from his robe pocket and dialed a secure, encrypted line.
It picked up on the second ring. "Sir."
"Anastasia will be on her own tomorrow," Damian said, his baritone cold and sharp. "Put one of our best men on standby. I want her monitored the moment she steps out of the estate."
"Understood, Mr. Sterling. Do you want a full security convoy?"
"No," Damian replied, taking another slow drag of his cigarette, his obsidian eyes fixing on the rainy city skyline beyond his window. "Keep it invisible. She shouldn’t know he’s there. Have him track her every movement from a distance and report directly to me."
"Consider it done, sir."
Damian ended the call, setting his phone on the desk. He took a sip of his scotch, staring out into the dark night, well aware that her promised day off was about to be anything but peaceful because of her clumsiness.
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