34. alessia

34

ALESSIA

Daegan has me against the wall in a second as soon as we close his door. Apparently, me riding him in a hangar was not enough for him. Hell, it wasn't enough for me. It'll never be enough after I've felt what he's like. After I've unmasked his ways of desire to take me.

He can take me wherever, whenever, he'd like. I'd never deny him or myself.

He picks me up by my thighs after he locked the doors, grabbing ahold of my hot flesh so tight the pain flares back. I know there will be marks in the morning. He forces my back to hit the wall, and I reach for his shoulders to hang on. His pants hang around his thighs, and mine are all torn to the floor.

He was so impatient that he didn't bother de-clothing himself.

"I'm going to ruin you for anyone else tonight." He growls, watching my tits jump up and down as he pounds inside me. My head tilts back and rests on the wall, and my cheeks flush into a fire at his declaration. My pussy can't bare it, I feel so fucking full. It should be illegal to have a dick like that; it's stretching me…breaking me. But it feels so heavenly with the devil inside me.

Breathing hard, I tear off his mask and let it fall to the floor. His scars stare back at me, deep and contoured on his beautiful face. I am internally grateful that this man is still here and still alive, thriving after what he's been through. I trail my hand among them, and he lets me. "Or maybe I'll ruin you." I kiss him hard after my words pierce him sharply, not giving him a chance to interpret them. His body stiffens, but his lips burn me alive. His tongue dances with mine with twists and turns as my pussy throbs. Something inside my core swirls hotter than fire, and I'm practically begging to chase this feeling, hoping there's not an end.

My phone pings loudly with a familiar ring tone, and Daegan grunts, pissed off when he spots the caller ID on the floor with my clothes. "It's Zeke! This is the fifth time he's called me." I breathe hard in between our kisses. He cups my face with his hands and sucks on my bottom lip.

"Zeke can never take a fucking hint, can he?" He snarls angrily as he moves with me. Daegan reaches for my phone easily and hooks it with his fingers. He pushes it into my hand, and I blink up at him, confused. I'm still pinned against the wall with his pierced, thick and long dick inside me.

"Answer."

"I'm not going to answer, crazy!"

"Answer," he growls.

"You want me to answer while you're ten inches deep inside me right now?!"

He doesn't talk. Instead, he presses the green button, and as soon as Zeke says, "Hello? Alessia?" Daegan rams himself inside me more, going so deep it hurts.

He palms my lips, suffocating the scream I almost let out when his dick touches that one sensitive spot inside me. I'm on the verge of my second orgasm tonight.

Yeah, I was wrong; make that twelve inches.

"What's going on? Where did you go? I went to make a call, and you were gone?" Zeke's voice pours out with panic and maybe even a little hurt.

He thrusts again while he mouths, "Answer." His hand still muffling my moans. I narrow my brows at him as sweat drops down my cheek. I shake my head, but Daegan devilishly grins and lets go of my mouth, granting me permission to answer him. I grip the phone tighter in my hand as he continues to rail me against the wall ruthlessly.

"I—uh. I wasn't feeling too well. The beer got to me, and I'm in bed for the night." I bite my tongue, grinding my teeth as blood pressure rushes to my head and ears.

I shake my head at a very well-pleased Daegan, disapprovingly. He sucks my neck harder, leaving purple marks in their wake.

Don't moan.

Don't scream.

"Want me to check on you?" Zeke offers kindly while shuffling around his phone.

My eyes widen, and a low growl vibrates against my tits as Daegan stops sucking on my hard nipple. "Mine." He snarls quietly against my sensitive skin. He squeezes it with his palm hard and rough, and I'm about to finish again.

"No, I'm fine." I do my best to keep my voice regular and leveled despite getting fucked so hard against a wall.

"What's that noise? It sounds like?—"

"I gotta go, it's the TV. Goodnight, Zeke!" I turn off the phone just as Daegan pulls me up even higher against the wall; his massive dick pulls out, and my back grazes upwards. He lifts me so quickly until my calves are over his shoulder. I claw at his hair and back, and my mouth opens with pleasure. The thing he's doing to me…

He has his mouth on my pussy in no time, takes me off the wall, and walks while holding me over his shoulders as he eats me out and sucks and bites on my clit.

I'm trembling with salacity as he throws me onto the bed, and my back hits his all-black comforter unforgivingly. A man that can throw me around and devour my pussy while walking to his bed is a keeper.

We love a multitasker.

He goes down on me, licking and sucking, nibbling on my clit, and I pull on his hair. He's letting me drown him in our built-up lust, and I want to scream. I lose myself. I toss my head back and forth as my thighs tremble against his cheeks. I moan out, "Daegan, oh my gosh, I'm gonna?—"

"Say it again, baby."

Then I feel a finger enter my ass, my eyes shoot open, and then I'm closing them again. I'm about to come. I grab at my breasts, squeezing them, and he slaps my ass when I don't answer. Stroking his finger into my ass, my curiosity piques. Jack never touched me there…and I like it.

"Say, my name again, Alessia. Use your words."

"Daegan!" I whisper-yell full of seduction.

"Good girl, such a fucking needy slut just for me." He growls against my clit, and I come undone at his degradation.

"You'll never ride anyone's tongue but mine again, Alessia. That thought alone drives me crazy."

I trail my fingers against his chest. His pecs are covered in slices like scars. My eyes threaten to tear up, thinking about what he went through. I can't imagine going through days of torture and pain, knowing that his life was out of his control and into the hands of evil people. Torturing him. Probably wishing they would kill him, grant him a quick death instead of a long, torturous one.

I refuse to fall in love with him. After how Jack treated me and then lied and cheated on me? With one of my close friends?

I'm scared.

I'm scared to fall in love. I fell for Jack. I was very close to Bailey. I opened up to her about things that made me vulnerable because she was there when I didn't have anyone else to go to. We were friends for years and they did those things to me. I've lost faith in people.

I need to go back to my room. This was only sex.

I get off of Daegan and reach for my clothes. My feet dangle from his bed, but then the blankets shift.

Daegan stirs, stopping me in my tracks. I freeze and turn toward him, hoping I was careful enough that he stayed asleep. But no, he's wide awake, in a cold sweat. He grabs my arm and squeezes my wrist so tight that his fingers wrap around it easily, the pain instantly brewing underneath his fiery touch. A bruise will reflect shortly. I know it by the force he's inflicting. His power is strong.

I hiss, my eyes turning into slits, and I pull away from him. I hope he'll let go with each pull, but he only tightens his grip.

"Where the fuck are you going?" His question catches me off guard. This isn't Daegan. He would never actually hurt me. He has to be still asleep, or at the very least groggy.

"Daegan, you're hurting me." I stare at his large hand around mine. His dark hair falls in front of his scarred side.

"Why is the light off? Why is the fan on? Why am I here?" He interrogates me like he's a prisoner. The darkness isn't enough to shadow his sad expressions.

He's angry, even a little scared. The way his deep voice vibrates with desperation tells me everything. He was having a nightmare. A whirlwind of emotions flickers in his grey eyes.

I raise my brows, patience filling every part of me. With my free hand, I caress his cheek, the scarred parts, and my thumb brushes up and down in a soothing way.

"Hey…it's okay. You're okay. It's safe." I bow my head to meet his beautiful eyes. My knees skid across the mattress to get closer. "I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe." I kiss his lips once making sure it's fast and stern. I need him to wake up. I need him to realize where he is without sending him into a panic.

It's a quick kiss, but long enough to make me feel like I'm in a cloud of bliss. Daegan makes me forget anything and everything. The first man to have this effect on me, and it scares me. My heart rate is racing, and now it's becoming more peaceful with each touch.

Daegan stiffens, his body turning to stone like he wants to fall apart or push me away. I open my eyes, and his other hand holds his knife. The moon shines against the Damascus blade, and my eyes widen.

Was he going to stab me?

He lets go of the knife, replacing his weapon with the back of my head instead. He crashes his lips against mine, rough and needy. Sexy and full of lustrous growls between each kiss. His tongue travels between my teeth, and he kisses me over and over again. Fast and messy. His beard pokes against my skin with each collision.

God, I love it when it does that.

His body weight pushes me down until he's on top, and my back is back in the bed. He makes his way in between my legs, and I can feel the tip of his cock, begging for my entrance. He's hard, but his face is harder.

I dare to open my eyes. He's kissing me like he's determined to forget whatever he was thinking about. It's like he's trying to forget what he was dreaming about and get lost inside me instead.

I break away from his soft lips. "Do you want to talk about it?" I hold his face with my hands, my soft attempt to stop him. Has he had anyone to talk to about the things he went through?

He shakes his head, "no."

And with one detrimental thrust of his hips, he's inside me again. His entire length enters me, and I moan into his shoulders. He grips my hips hard, pulling me into him like he's greedy to go deeper. I claw at his back as his disheveled hair falls over his forehead. He hits that spot again inside me, my climax already wanting to finish me as he thrusts deeply, in and out.

"I don't want to talk. I want to fuck until I can't think anymore. Let me drown in you."

His eyes are the most comforting essence when they're on mine. My whole body crumbles into peace when I lose myself in those ice eyes. The stress deteriorates into nothing, and the calmness in my spirit thrives when I'm around him.

He is the silence to the havoc I self-inflict.