Stripping For My Devil Ex Husband

Damian sat heavily on the leather couch, the darkness in his obsidian eyes unbroken. Without wasting another second, he reached out and pulled Ana directly onto his lap.

​Before she could process the sudden shift, his mouth descended on hers, ravishing her lips with intense, possessive force. Ana gasped against his mouth, her hands pressing against his broad chest as she struggled to keep up with his sudden, demanding pace.

Tearing her lips away just to draw a ragged breath, her chest heaved as she trembled in his grip.

​Damian didn’t wait. His mouth trailed down her jaw, attacking her neck and shoulder blades with lethal precision. He ran his tongue over her soft skin, drawing out a sharp gasp that instantly dissolved into a breathless moan.

​With ruthless efficiency, he pulled apart her dress, tearing the fabric open to expose her chest to the cool air of the room.

​No bra, he realized, his eyes darkening as he took in her bare skin. She hadn’t worn a bra underneath all this time. The realization alone drove him wild with possessive fury, a dark surge of anticipation hardening every nerve in his body.

​Holding her securely against him, Damian stood up from the couch in one fluid motion and carried her into the adjacent dining room. With a harsh, swift sweep of his arm, he cleared the dining table, sending the decorative centerpieces and pottery shattering onto the floor.

​He laid her smoothly onto the dark mahogany wood, positioning her hips right at the edge of the table.

​"Damian!" Ana squealed in surprise, her hands flying out to brace herself. Her bare skin hit the cold surface of the table, sending a sharp shiver through her body that clashed violently with the heat pooling in her veins.

​Her head fell back, another low moan escaping her throat as Damian leaned down, his mouth latching onto one of her breasts. He swirled his tongue over her flushed peak while his large hand kneaded the other, squeezing firmly as his lips pulled deep.

​"Damian, please..." she gasped out, her fingers tangling in his dark hair.

​Damian lifted his head with a soft sound, his dark eyes locking onto hers. A dark, possessive smirk touched his lips as he took in her flushed cheeks and trembling frame, completely at his mercy. Before she could plead further, he lowered his head again, granting her other breast the exact same intense, punishing devotion.

​Anastasia let out a frustrated moan, her hips arching off the cold wood. The pleasure was intoxicating, but the agonizing ache building deep in her core was becoming unbearable.

​"Damian... I need you. Please," she blurted out, her mind completely short-circuiting under the onslaught of his touch.

​Hearing her beg only fueled his dark satisfaction. He wanted her writhing underneath him; he wanted her crying out for relief.

​Moving with swift, controlled urgency, Damian pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He unbuckled his belt, shoving his trousers down to free himself.

Grabbing her knees, he parted her legs wide, positioning himself right at her slick, weeping entrance. Taking hold of his length, he aligned himself and slowly, agonizingly sank deep inside her.

​Both of them let out a low, ragged groan at the intense heat of the connection.

​Damian began a slow, deliberate rhythm, pulling back before sliding deep once more. He groaned at the suffocating warmth of her core, leaning down to capture her mouth in an intense kiss. Ana gripped his dark hair, matching his pace with desperate, breathless moans.

​"Why do you keep defying me, Ana," he murmured against her lips, his movements quickening.

​The heavy wooden table began to vibrate beneath them under the sudden, powerful force of his thrusts. Ana cried out, her hands clutching at him, consumed by the overwhelming rhythm that gave her exactly what her body was screaming for.

​Damian stood tall, hooking both of her legs up over his broad shoulders, interlocking his hands behind her thighs to lock her in place. The new angle allowed him to drive impossibly deeper, exploring every inch of her.

​Anastasia stretched her hands back to grip the edges of the heavy table, her hips matching his forceful rhythm beat for beat as the electric wave of her crest built to a fever pitch.

​Damian’s dark eyes locked onto her desperate expression, a sharp smile touching his lips at how completely undone she was.

​"I’m going to show you what happens when you disobey me, Anastasia," he growled low in his throat.

​With one final, powerful thrust deep inside her, he held her tight as the violent wave of release crashed over both of them, spilling his warmth deep within her as she trembled in the aftermath.

​Ana lay panting, her chest heaving, her eyes half-lidded as she tried to gather her scattered senses.

​Damian leaned down, his voice a low, dangerous murmur against her ear.

​"We aren’t done yet."

​Before she could process his words, Damian gathered her up by her waist, lifting her effortlessly off the table, and carried her straight toward the grand staircase to the upper floor.

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Damian stayed true to his dark promise, refusing to let Anastasia go for even a single second.

​Carrying her into his master bedroom, he dropped her onto the center of the plush, king-sized bed and immediately climbed over her, his presence suffocating and absolute. Before she could catch her breath or sit up, his heavy hand pressed against her spine, forcing her onto her front and bringing her up onto all fours.

​SPANK!

​Two sharp, stinging spanks landed on her soft curves, making Ana let out a breathless, sharp moan that echoed through the quiet room.

​Without giving her a second to recover, Damian took hold of her waist and drove himself straight back into her slick, warm core. A low, guttural growl of raw pleasure tore from his throat as the intense heat enveloped him once again.

He rammed into her relentlessly, setting a punishing, unforgiving rhythm that drove all coherent thought from her mind until both of them shattered together in a breathless, trembling climax.

​Yet, even as her body shook beneath his, it wasn’t enough for him.

​No matter how many times he crashed his lips onto hers while thrusting deep into her warmth...

​No matter how many times his mouth sucked and nipped at her delicate breasts while spilling his heat inside her...

​No matter how many times her swollen lips gasped out his name in helpless, desperate surrender...

​It was impossible to put out the roaring fire burning inside him.

​Every time he closed his eyes, the memory flashed violently behind his eyelids... the haunting image of Dante Sullivan holding Anastasia, his hands on her waist, pressing his mouth onto hers right in front of him.

​A dark, dangerous sound growled deep in Damian’s chest. He pulled her back against his chest, his large hand gripping her throat gently yet firmly, tilting her head back as his dark eyes locked onto her dazed, half-lidded gaze.

​"He touched you," Damian growled softly, his hot breath fanning across her cheek, his voice laced with an unhinged, possessive agony. "He dared to put his mouth on yours... and I am going to erase every trace of him until you forget anyone else ever existed."

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