Chapter 16

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Frankie

Before the song even ends, Damien has my hand in his, my fingers dwarfed in his huge palm. We rush to the elevator, laughing like giddy teenagers who know they're up to no good.

In the empty elevator, Damien quickly presses his mouth on mine before the doors slide shut, and with that act, he completely consumes me. Nothing else exists at this moment, not the elevator taking us to the ground floor, not the sounds around the city just outside the window, not even the air I need to breathe.

Finally, a bell chimes, and the door opens. "Damien," I murmur against his lips.

He pulls back, looking slightly dazed. Clasping my hand possessively, he says, "Come on," and tugs me out of the building into the warm night air.

I follow without question until the bright lights of an expensive hotel come into view. By then, my woman and my cop brain kick into high gear. Two blocks later, we're inside the hotel, and two minutes later, Damien has a key card in one hand and the other wound tightly around my waist.

The moment we step inside the VIP elevator, his mouth and hands are all over me again. His lips touch my collarbone, and my head falls back just as a moan explodes out of me. His hands start in my hair, sliding down my back until they cup my ass and bring me flush against his thick cock. "Damien," I moan and press my body against his.

He growls from somewhere deep in his chest, and it sends another shiver racing through me. My hard nipples ache for the cool, wet feel of his tongue. My body is on fire, and I'm not sure I can wait until we get to the penthouse floor.

Luckily for me, the elevator stops, the doors slide open, and Damien waltzes me from the elevator. Despite how fancy and expensive everything is, from the carpet to the flower vases dotting the hall between the elevator and the room door, I can only think about all the red flags waving in front of me. I come to a dead stop at the halfway point.

"Having second thoughts?"

I nod, glancing at Damien's chiseled jaw, and then the hotel door at the end of the hall, mocking me while also promising me a damn good time. "Yeah, maybe."

"Ahh. The good girl returns," he says in a flirty tone.

I put a hand on his chest, refusing to let his taunting change my mind. I want him but I need some answers.

"Why are we at a hotel? Do you have a wife and kids at home?" He wouldn't be the first married man to play the single game.

His lips spread into a smile that turns into a laugh. "I just wanted to impress a beautiful woman." He takes my hands, pulling me against him and tilting my head up so we're eye to eye. "The truth is, I can't wait to have you, and this is the closest hotel to the restaurant. But," he says, brushing the softest kiss to my lips before pulling back, "if you want to go to my place or yours, I'll try to make it without dying of want."

My body coils so tight with the need to come, a real, man-caused orgasm, that I'll believe anything he says that'll get us inside a room where he'll fulfill every dirty promise he's made this evening.

"Later," he growls before nipping my ear. "I promise to take you to my house and fuck you on every surface in my home." Then his mouth is on mine again, and before I know it, we're on the inside of the door, and he presses my back against it.

I feel more feminine than I have in a really long time. The parts of me I keep hidden and professional sink below the surface, and I lean into the silky, soft, delicate parts as Damien's fingers dance down my arms and across my collarbone. He kisses me like I'm precious, cupping the back of my neck as he moves across my body.

"This has to go," he whispers as he lowers the straps of my dress before searching for the hidden zipper, touching me until I shake with need. "Much better," he coos as the silky fabric slides to the floor. His gaze is so dark as he takes in the sight of me in nothing but black lace. "Fuck, Frankie."

"Yes, please," I moan, breathless at the naked need burning in his eyes.

"Perfect." He grips my panties at the hip and in one quick yank, they're in tatters on the floor. "Even better," he grunts before burying his face between my thighs, but Damien isn't a quick draw. Oh no. He takes his time, breathing in the scent of me while roughly massaging the back of my thighs and my ass.

"Damien," I pant because his teasing is too much. I'm too tightly wound, too close to the edge for playful.

"Yes?" He parts my folds with his thumbs, licking me everywhere but my clit. It feels good, the wet slide of his tongue against sensitive flesh, but it's not enough, and I can't push the words past my lips because every once in a while, his tongue grazes the edge of my clit, and it feels incredible.

"You need more, Francesca?"

I nod.

"Look at me." His voice is firm and commanding, and I like it.

Obeying him, I fix my gaze on his hazel eyes that seem to be full of fire. There's something in his eyes that I can't explain, but it's dark, like really and genuinely dark. Instead of being scared, I'm intrigued. I want to know about that spark of madness that tells me he's not all that he seems.

"Fuck," I moan when he flattens his tongue and rubs it against my clit. "Damien."

He lifts one leg and then the other over his shoulders, exposing me to him completely. The heat in his gaze is too much, too intense, and I feel pleasure flood my pussy.

"I've got you," he whispers before his lips are on me again, slowly French kissing my pussy until I'm a soaking wet, quivering mess of want and need barreling headfirst towards an orgasm.

"Damien." I pant his name when my toes start to curl, and my knees shake.

"Come for me, Frankie. I want you to come all over my tongue and drip down my chin."

"Oh, hell." I want to roll my eyes, but goddammit, those dirty words are doing the trick. The pussy kissing and then two thick fingers invading me are exactly the right one-two combo I need to go flying off the edge and straight into the land of orgasms. "Damien, yes," I whimper-moan as my limbs start to relax, despite the fact that his tongue is still moving.

He gets to his feet with my legs still on his shoulders and carries me to the bedroom. Even though it's just a few steps through the suite, he flicks his tongue against my clit, making my toes curl while pulling feral moans of pleasure from my body.

"Such a good girl," he growls, slipping his tongue deep inside of me. "So obedient."

So many emotions flicker through me at once that I can't focus on just one. They all threaten to pull me under. Another swipe of his tongue, and my eyes roll back. "Damien." Another lick, and my thigh tightens on his neck. "Fuck," I groan softly as his lips cover my clit, and he sucks with a growl. I'm lost.

Totally fucking lost, and we're just getting started. He tosses me on the bed like I'm some delicate flower, licking his lips like I'm the dessert on tonight's menu.

"Francesca, my sweet little kitten." His words are thick with lust, his gaze dark and full of heat as he slowly flicks open each button on his crisp shirt. Once the buttons are undone, he moves faster, tearing off his clothes so quickly that his movements almost become a blur. He moves lightning quick until he's down to his briefs that show off his impressive cock, long and thick, pressing against the dark fabric.

It's not just his cock, though. All of him is fucking magnificent. His thighs are thick and strong, cradling his cock as if to highlight its splendor. It's hard to look anywhere else, but my gaze crawls up his body, kissed with a golden glow that makes his abs—a six-pack, of course—a work of art. His pecs are hard and tight, with pale brown nipples and thick, rippled arms that bunch and flex with his every movement.

"Damien," I sigh breathlessly and lick my lips.

"Lie back," he says in a deep voice that commands obedience.

I don't consider myself an obedient woman, but my legs part. Timid at first, but his glare emboldens me, and I spread them wider until the cool air swirling around the room hits me. "Ah."

His lips part into a grin. "Perfect." He kneels on the bed, letting his palms run up and down the length of my legs in a slow rhythm that has me trembling. "Look at how pink your pretty pussy is. How wet and glistening you are." His fingertip traces my lips before slipping between them, brushing back and forth against my clit and my opening. "Just for me," he growls before sinking one finger deep.

"Damien!" My legs spread even wider, silently begging for more. "Please."

He adds a second finger, pumping slowly, enough to tease and titillate but nowhere near enough to satisfy. "What is it, Francesca? What do you need?"

"You," I say. "More. This." I'm incoherent as words escape me while his magic fingers play me like an instrument.

"Look at me, Frankie."

My eyes snap open at his use of my nickname. The way he goes back and forth between Francesca and Frankie makes me feel like two different people.

"Good girl. Eyes on me."

That's easy to do considering how beautiful he is, but every stroke makes it harder and harder. My body is shaking as he stretches me out deliciously, that pleasure-pain sensation so intense my nipples bead even tighter.

The thumb on his free hand lands on my clit, rubbing fast circles that feel so good, so incredible, I can feel my body temperature rise. Tears pool at the corners of my eyes, the desire to close my eyes and give in to the pleasure so strong, and my fight against it is causing me pain.

And shit, it feels good.

"Such a good girl, Francesca." His gaze is dark as he watches me, smiling with each new sensation he causes. "You've been so good, Frankie. When I tell you to, I want you to come."

I open my mouth to tell him it doesn't work like that in real life, but he crooks his fingers in that perfect way, and I feel the orgasm simmering deep beneath the surface. "Okay," I pant, earning another smile.

Fuck me, the things I'll do for that smile.

"Take your thumb and forefinger and pinch your nipples." There's that commanding voice again, and I obey.

I follow his direction, pinching my nipples just enough to enhance my pleasure.

"More," he growls. "Until I tell you to stop."

I do as I'm told, applying more and more pressure, waiting for him to tell me it's enough because that stinging sensation doesn't feel good, at least not until it does. That pain hits my pussy and my eyes instinctively flutter shut.

Damien's hand stops moving.

My eyes fly open to see him staring at me with one brow arched. "Fuck." I open my eyes and keep them on him, waiting for his touch to re-ignite that fire. I swear, a fucking eternity passes before he moves again, but my nipples ache deliciously, and suddenly, I'm fighting to keep my orgasm at bay until he tells me to let go.

"Ah, you're greedy for that climax, aren't you, my precious pet?" His voice is like honey, low and smooth, slightly amused.

"Damien," I whisper.

He laughs. I'm teetering on the edge of everything that's holy, and he's laughing. This man knows exactly what he's doing. I notice the bead of sweat slide down from his hairline, and my orgasm pushes closer to the surface. My legs tremble, but I try to hold back.

"Oh God, Damien. I'm going?—"

"No! You're not ready yet." His fingers work on my G-spot, and a few seconds later, I'm breathless. My whole body tenses and shakes. I've never felt this way before. No man has ever done this to me.

Damien's hand goes to my throat, and he squeezes gently at first, but then his hand goes tighter. Oh God, is he going to kill me?

"Okay, Frankie, let it go," he says and squeezes my neck a little tighter. What have I done…oh, Jesus, oh, Jesus. My vision goes dark around the edges as he says, "Come, Francesca. Let it go. Let me watch you let go. Now."

Just as he says, now , the pleasure shoots to the surface like a pressure cooker, and I explode. The best orgasm of my life tears me to pieces. I let out grunts and moans that sound nothing short of a feral animal. A wild beast, leaving nothing but sweaty, tattered shreds. Damien releases my throat, my body still quivering.

I'm boneless.

And embarrassed.

Damien kicks off his briefs, giving me a brief glimpse of his cock before he's between my thighs, smacking my clit with the heavy length of him.

"You're such a good girl, Frankie. You deserve a reward." He holds up his hand, his fingers slick with my juices. "Me first." His eyes sparkle as his tongue glides up his middle finger, moaning with delight. "Fucking delicious."

My brows shoot up at his words. I love sex as much as the next woman, but this? This isn't regular sex. This is a fucking experience, and I'm hungry for more.

Damien leans forward, the heavy weight of his cock adding pressure against my clit, pulling a moan from me. "Taste."

I hesitate. I'm not one of those girls who experiments. I've never kissed a college roommate or finger-banged my best friend. No judgment, it's just not my thing, but with Damien's fingers hovering over my mouth, I flick my tongue out because I can't say no to this man.

"Go on, Frankie. Taste yourself on my fingers."

I give his index finger another tentative flick of my tongue, shivering at the way his cock twitches against me. I do it again and his cock jerks against me again. As I wrap my lips around the tip of his index finger, Damien growls and positions himself right at my opening.

"Open up for me, kitten."

I open my mouth, moaning in shock when he slides his fingers against my bottom lip before sticking them in my mouth. I want to protest, but two things stop me. The feel of his cock stretching me out as he sinks into me and the salty-sweet taste of my juices on his thick fingers. This time, the moan is long and low, full of satisfaction.

"Suck them," he demands, and I do it, curious to see how he responds. His cock swells inside me, hitting every nerve ending within me as I suck every drop of myself from his lips. "Fuck, Frankie. That's so good."

His hips begin to move at a fast pace. Long, deep strokes tease me, but the fast pace pushes me closer and closer to insanity. I've already come twice, but I already know that the way he's fucking me means I have at least one more orgasm in the chamber. "Fuck," I moan around his fingers, pushing my hips forward to take more of him.

He gives me the rest of his cock, and I'm so full I suck in a deep breath. He's so big, probably too big if I wasn't so drenched from two orgasms, and the discomfort is only enhancing my pleasure.

"That's right, Frankie," he says in a voice hoarse with lust. "Take all of me."

I don't know how he knows what I'm thinking, and I'm sure I'll obsess about it later, but right now, my only focus is on the way his cock is touching me everywhere. He's so thick that every glide sends sparks flying under my skin until I'm on fire, hungry and desperate to put it out while also prolonging it.

His hips move in a perfect rhythm, and I know he's close as well. Watching the way the muscles in his neck pop out, the way his jaw clenches without his gaze ever leaving mine, is so fucking erotic that I can't stop the orgasm as it erupts.

"Damien!" My body bows and arches, tenses, and then convulses as the orgasm rips through my body. It feels like the one time I tried surfing and got pulled under. Every time I try to surface from the pleasure drowning me, another wave crashes over me, leaving me gasping and panting as I shake uncontrollably.

"You're good," he growls, fucking me deeper, grinding his hips against mine. Just as my orgasm crests and I start coming down, he rolls my clit between his fingers and starts me up all over again.

"Oh. My. God!" My body shakes as his cock explodes, filling me up even as juices flood my body between us. It's never happened to me before, but right now, I lean into it. I savor it until it knocks me out.

Damien kisses my collarbone and my shoulder as his strokes slow down, allowing me to gently come down from the extreme pleasure. "Such a good little kitten," he whispers before he grabs a handful of my hair, tugging it so hard I may have another orgasm. "Francesca," he whispers before claiming me in a kiss that's all fire and smoke, harsh and claiming.

Devastating.

I'm gasping when he pulls back, wearing a satisfied smile, my body still so sensitive I'm not sure if I want to pass out or fuck again.

His cock slips free, and he gathers me close in his arms, not bothering to clean up the mess between us. It's sticky and wet, and as my eyelids flutter shut, it's the last fucking thing on my mind.

Sometime later, Damien wakes me up again for another round of incredible sex that's even better and more intense than the first round. I'm trembling long after orgasms four and five are just a memory, and I want more.

Like a drug addict needs another fix.

I'm in trouble and I know it. Morning sex so good I know I'll walk funny all day long, followed up by a kiss on my doorstep that's so deep and passionate, so hot that I'm on the verge of begging him to come inside and take me again.

This man is dangerous, which means the smart, modern woman that I am should steer clear.

But when he hits me with that sleepy smile and a sexy promise. "I'll see you soon, Francesca. Very soon," I know without a doubt that I won't steer clear.

I mean, jeez, I'm only human.

My hot shower is ruined by thoughts of being a plaything to a tech billionaire. That's all this is, right? Screw that. I'm not anyone's plaything, definitely not some rich guy who has the world at his fingertips.

Am I?