ELIANA

The second my lips touched his, Damian grabbed a fistful of my hair and devoured me. I moaned at the intensity, feeling how he nipped at my lips, how his hair felt so soft against my fingers. 

"You've done nothing but turn everything upside down," he sneered, pulling my hair back expose more of my neck. I felt his hands fumbling with my bath robe and just like that, within seconds I was naked before him. He didn't stop, his hands touching my breasts roughly. There was nothing sweet about the way he was treating me. 

I didn't care. 

My nipples pebbled at his touch and soon one of them was in his mouth while he rolled the other one between his fingers. 

"Is that what you wanted?" He asked, taking my chin in his hands. "Is that what you fucking wanted?"

"No," I breathed. "But I want you."

His eyes darkened even more and suddenly he was on top of me on the bed. His finger entered me without warning and I cried out, surprised at the intrusion. He removed his finger, only to push two inside. It was too much.

"Fuck..." I moaned. 

"That's what we're going to do," Damian said, his eyes full of lust and desire.

There was no stopping him now.

I saw him unbuckling his belt with one hand while the other didn't leave my heat, preparing me for what I knew was going to be a rough session. He was angry and he was going to take it out on me. I was more than willing to take whatever he gave me. I craved him, all of him. I wanted to be the one who saw this side of him. 

"Turn around," he said, taking out a condom from his wallet. He hadn't undressed, just lowered his pants enough to free the large bulge formed beneath them.

"I'm clean," I whispered. "And I'm on birth control."

"Then turn the fuck around," he growled.

I did so, and once on my hands and knees I felt him grip my hips tightly, the tip at him at the entrance of my needy core. He teased me and I was so desperate to feel him my legs began to tremble.

"Plea- Ahh," he pushed into me without warning. I bit down on my bottom lip trying to control the overwhelming sensation of him inside me. God- he was so big. I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing through the hint of pain I felt. 

His hand lowered, grazing my clit, rough - just like him. "I hope you're ready," he groaned pulling out and then pushing himself back inside me, "because I'm about to show you what it's like when a real man fucks you."

And he did.

He drove into me with wild abandon, pulling completely out before slamming back in, every time galaxies showing up behind my closed eyelids. Skin slapping and my moans and his grunts were the only noises that filled room.

I was sure everyone could hear us but I didn't care.

He felt so good, so him. 

I felt myself building up, rising and I wasn't sure that I would be able to handle it. The sensation was too much but I didn't want it to stop. Knowing this, he picked up his pace and lowered himself so that his lips were near my ear. 

"Come for me, Eliana," he said gruffly. 

And I did.

My arms gave up on me, my loud moans muffled by the bed underneath me. He didn't stop thrusting into me though and I felt another orgasm building up before the first was over. 

"Oh fuck... Damian."

If it wasn't for his strong hands holding my hips up against him I would have been lying limp on the bed. I couldn't take much more, I knew it. He turned me around like a rag doll, doing with me as he pleased. 

I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't think.

All I could feel were his lips on mine as he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, pulling his slacks off afterwards. He opened my legs settling between them and I shook my head.

"I can't Damian, it's too much," I said out of breath.

"You will," he said pushing inside me.  My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he filled me once again with ease. "You like this, you like me doing with you as I fucking please."

I was spent but I wanted more. And I couldn't deny his words, every single one of them was true. He was ruining me for any other man.

It was a slower pace but still deep. I was sure that he was bruising my cervix. I held on to him, my nails scraping down his shoulders as his hips rolled against me while he buried his head in my neck. He was now looking for his own release, once again his pace increasing. 

He bit the soft spot between my neck and shoulder, the slight pain combined with pleasure making me gasp. Damian's dark eyes now met mine, a hand going between us to stroke my throbbing clit. The other hand went to the back of my head, pulling my hair back to expose more of my neck. 

He was marking me once again, and I was sure it wasn't just once. 

Damian leaned back, pushing my knees up to my chest, holding them steady there as he looked down to where our most intimate areas met. Watching him, watch us was enough to push me over the edge. My back arched and I gripped his hands that held me firmly. 

"Fuck..." he grunted while he came just seconds afterwards. The feeling of him swelling and throbbing inside of me, of him losing the control that he so desperately loved made me fix my eyes on his face that was thrown back in the throes of ecstasy.

My legs fell limp on each side of him and he pulled out of me. I tried to calm my heart by closing my eyes when I heard the water running. It wasn't long until I felt a warm towel cleaning my sensitive folds. But my eyes didn't open and I didn't have the strength to move.

He'd fucked me senseless.

He'd fucked me into oblivion and of one thing I was sure:

I was never coming back.

*****

I had thought that he was going to leave afterwards, but instead I found myself naked in his arms. His steady heartbeat was lulling me to sleep and my hand rested over the tattoo on his chest. 

We hadn't spoken a single word. 

Me? Well, I didn't think that I remembered how to speak. 

Damian? He didn't talk much in the first place.

But the way he gently ran his fingers over my arm and how he placed kisses on my head eased any concern that I felt. 

"I liked it," I whispered. He let out a small chuckle and kissed me once again before tilting my chin up. 

"I know," he whispered against my lips. 

"How do you know?"

He smirked, "Eliana, I think all New Zealand knows. You weren't exactly quiet."

A blush covered my face and I could feel even my ears redden. "It's okay," he said tracing my cheeks. "I didn't want you to be quiet."

I rested my head on his chest once again. The light of the moon illuminated the room and as I looked at it, I realized that this moment couldn't have been more perfect. I never thought being with him would be so life changing. Something told me that he wasn't really the type to lay in bed with a woman after sex either, so I let myself think that it must have meant at least something to him. 

I placed a kiss on his skin, then on his neck until he lowered his lips to mine. It was soft. It was sensual. There was no rush, only our two mouths dancing together, showing each other how possible it was to get high just off of another person's body. 

I took his lower lip between my teeth and he smiled. 

His eyes bore into mine, looking for something. I saw his Adam's apple move as he swallowed before he spoke. "It was a miscarriage," he said. 

"I'm so sorry," I whispered, once again my fingers tracing the words forever imprinted on his chest.

"My mom always said I needed someone to challenge me because if not I'd get bored," he said, sighing. "I met her in college, Nadine. I instantly was attracted to her... She was the opposite of you. Quiet, reserved. I liked her. We married a year after dating and everything went well until I started law school. We started having problems and we were on the verge of divorce when we found out she was pregnant."

Damian gave me a sad laugh, "I was fucking ecstatic. I knew it would be hard because I was still in school, and well, Nadine, she quit everything. She said she wanted to dedicate herself to raising our baby. I let her. We heard the heart beat, we felt it move inside her, and then at almost twenty weeks, she started bleeding. There was nothing to be done, it was too late. We lost our little boy."

"After that, it seemed we'd be stronger, you know? We went to therapy because Nadine grew very depressed. But, fuck..." Damian brought a hand up to his forehead, rubbing it. He had a headache. "I should have known she wasn't okay... A year later, a fucking year, she left me the note that you saw on my laptop..."

"She's the one that called you Dame?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Damian nodded, kissing my forehead. "I took my laptop to the firm, left the note there. I was an intern at the time so my hours were insane but when I got home that day she wasn't waiting for me like she usually did. I went to our bedroom and I found her asleep. I went straight to the shower, and when I woke up she was still asleep, until I touched her." I closed my eyes already knowing where this story was going. Damian let out a breath, "Doctors said she'd been dead the whole day. She overdosed on some pills."

"Oh, Damian," I said, hugging him closer to me. "I'm so, so sorry."

He shook his head, "I should have known," he whispered giving me a sad smile. "I should have known."

"It wasn't your fault," I murmured.

"I know," he replied. "But still, I should have paid more attention. It was all there in front of me but I was too blind to see it."

"Is this why you're such an asshole?" I asked. 

Fuck.

The man just poured out his soul and my no filter mouth just ruined it.

I lift my gaze up to him and instead of being angry, he's smiling. 

"You just have no fucking filter, do you?" 

"Sorry," I mumbled. 

"In a way, I suppose that it is. It's also my job... I don't deal with the easiest of people most of the time. I have to listen to stories on how drug dealers get their shit around and rapes.. Disturbing shit. It fucks you up after a while."

"I like this Damian," I whispered.

"You also like Mr. Nov-ass, though," he said with a smirk. "And apparently you like pissed off, give you rough sex Damian as well."

"I do." The memories of how he'd taken me without any hesitation or holding back came to my mind. They did to his too. 

He kissed me again, settling over me and taking my breasts in his hands. "You're perfect, do you know that?" He whispered, his lips grazing mine. "Every inch of you, every curve and dip... It's perfect. And fuck... I want to have you again. I want to have you all night."

"Why don't you?"

He smiled, and his answer didn't come in the form of words, but rather in the way he united our bodies once again.

*****

A/N: Well... THAT happened.

And uhm, I think some of you will like dominant-asshole Damian now, haha.

What are your thoughts?

Do you think he will stop being such an ass now?

Thank you for reading, and go cleanse your minds with some holy water.

-Luz<3