Ana waited for his response but there was silence from him. She couldn’t see him, what was his reaction? So she tried to retract her hands from the hold but Damian tightened his grip...
"Damian, what do you think you are doing?"
Instead of a verbal response... He will claim her lips. Ravishing her lips with intense, possessive force.
Ana moaned in protest but he growled in response... Sucking her mouth hard, the intense sensation made her back arched into him. She struggled to keep up with his sudden demanding pace.
Leaving her breathless, he didn’t wait. His lips trailed down to her jaw, her neck... He ran his tongue over her soft skin, sucking and biting her sensitive areas... "Damian... we really shouldn’t."
"Shh..." Damian whispered against her skin. "Just feel me tonight Ana."
His lips went down to suck her heavy breasts... His hands played with them, while his mouth latched onto one of her breasts. He sucked as if his life depended on it. He swirled his tongue over her flushed peak while his large hand kneaded the other, squeezing firmly as his lips pulled deep. Ana moaned out loud, her legs trapping Damian’s torso so tightly.
"Damian..." She moaned out his name. The agonizing ache building deep in her core was becoming unbearable.
Damian trailed down kissing her navel and then lower. Parting her legs, he kissed her inner thighs. Making her legs tremble vigorously. Dipped his fingers inside her warm core, curling them inside, gaining a cry from her.
He stroked his hard member. Rubbing himself on her wet sweeping core... Before entering her completely in a slow tentative motion... sank deep inside her.
Ana gasped... "Damian, you’re not wearing a condom!"
"I don’t have one..." He grunted, began with a slow, deliberate rhythm, pulled out only to slam back inside her. He kept slowly punishing her while she writhed beneath him in pleasure. But the fear of unprotected sex still lingered in her mind. She hoped he would pull back just in time... She prayed he would do that.
But the way she felt him ramming into her as he grunted in pleasure... The worry only escalated... The stimulation building inside her has reached its peak.
She had to speak up before it’s too late... Before he releases himself...
"Damian... Please don’t..."
He lifted her waist up, angling her closer to his shaft, allowing him to drive impossibly deeper, exploring every inch of her and thrust even stronger until she screamed, coming down trembling with her release.
And so did he... He shot his warm release inside her... Thrusting more and more of his semen inside her... As if his main motive is to breed her.
Damian slowly released his grip on the black fabric, letting the shirt fall back over her face.
The second her eyes were free, Ana yanked the oversized t-shirt back down over her body, her hands trembling violently as she smoothed the cotton over her skin.
She sat up on the bed, her dark eyes flashing with a raw, blistering fury that burned through the dim light of the room.
"What the hell did you just do?" Ana demanded, her voice cracking with sheer disbelief and rage.
Damian lay beside her, resting on his elbow. His expression was a cool, unreadable mask, his voice dangerously smooth. "It’s nothing to worry about, Anastasia."
"Nothing to worry about?!" Ana snapped, shoving his chest away from her as she scrambled back toward the edge of the mattress. "Are you out of your mind?! You didn’t pull out! You didn’t even try to pull out!"
Damian didn’t flinch. He simply watched her, his dark eyes tracking every panicked move she made.
"This is one of your sick games, isn’t it?" Ana yelled, tears of anger welling up in her eyes. "You’re trying to trap me! You think if you get me pregnant, I’ll be forced to stay here forever! Well, I have news for you, Damian... I don’t want to get pregnant by you ever again!"
The room dropped into a suffocating, icy silence.
Damian’s dark eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, his jaw setting so hard a muscle flexed violently in his cheek. The dark, possessive heat in his gaze instantly vanished, replaced by an absolute, terrifying calm.
"Calm down," Damian said, his tone dropping into a quiet, icy whisper. "I will have Walter bring you a morning-after pill and a new pack of contraceptives first thing tomorrow morning."
Ana glared at him, wiping a hot tear from her cheek. Without saying another word, she swung her legs off the bed, grabbed her robe from the chair, and walked straight out of the master bedroom, slamming the heavy door shut behind her.
Once the sound of her footsteps faded down the hallway, Damian slowly swung his legs off the bed.
He stood up in the quiet, empty room, pulling on a pair of dark sweatpants. He didn’t follow her. Instead, his gaze drifted over to the sleek nightstand beside the bed.
Damian reached out and pulled open the top drawer.
Lying right at the front, resting beside his watch case, was a completely untouched, unopened box of condoms.
He stared at the small silver box for a long, heavy moment. He hadn’t run out. He had lied to her.
Tonight had been a reckless, dark impulse... a desperate need to anchor her to him when the threat of losing her to the Sterling family secrets made him feel like he was losing control. But he hadn’t anticipated the sheer disgust and fury in her voice when she confronted him.
Damian reached into the drawer, picked up the box, and walked over to his walk-in wardrobe, tossing the unopened pack deep into a dark, hidden shelf before shutting the mirrored door.
He leaned his palm against the glass, staring at his own dark reflection in the quiet room. Her words echoed repeatedly in the dark, cutting straight through his cold armor...
I don’t want to get pregnant by you ever again!
A bitter, dangerous shadow crossed his face as he stared into the dark room.
So you don’t want my child, Anastasia? Damian thought silently, his jaw tightening as his obsidian eyes hardened into stone.
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