Chapter 9

CHAPTER NINE

Damien

My lips curve into a grin as I watch Francesca rush around her house with her gun drawn, treating her own home like a crime scene. She's in a frenzy after discovering the lingerie on her bed, moving from room to room in search of a criminal she'll never find.

A thrill shoots through me, igniting a warm, tingling sensation that spreads through my entire body.

Blood surges to my cock, making it rock hard, knowing her fear is all because of me.

It's me, kitten. I've invaded your sanctuary. Your fortress. Your home.

Watching her now is a stark contrast to her first sweep of the house when she moved more slowly, each step deliberate and cautious. But now? Now she's rushing around with a gun in hand, and it's hotter than ever. The panic in her brown eyes blends with the image of her as a strong, capable woman. Fearless and ready to fight.

Sexy as fuck.

Because of me.

"I'll keep you safe, baby girl. Always."

Something about her triggers the same protective instinct I typically reserve for only one person in this vast, indifferent world—Olivia, my sister, the only person who truly matters to me.

Until now.

With the house clean and the excitement fading, I prepare myself for the inevitable crash, but surprisingly, I'm treated to the sight of Francesca undressing in a tantalizing striptease, sending another rush of pleasure through me.

Beneath her professional attire of a floral blouse and navy suit lies a pale blue silk bra that cradles her luscious tits and panties that hug her shapely ass.

She keeps her physique with such dedication, feminine softness, and toned muscle, and it ignites an insistent ache in my cock. I let my imagination run wild to the moment I finally claim Francesca, peeling away each layer down to the lacy underthings she wears.

Each time I imagine having her, the fantasy unfolds differently.

Perhaps I'll tie her wrists and ankles, teasing her with feather-light touches until she's desperate for more. Or maybe I'll grip her throat tightly, thrusting into her with unrestrained ferocity as her eyes grow dark with fear. Her cries will be music to my ears as she begs for more, her pussy clenching around me in sync with her pleading whispers.

"Please, Damien," she'll cry out, her voice thick with need.

I open my eyes to watch her shed her panties and bra, revealing her curves for my eager eyes.

I free my cock, palming it for a moment. It's harder than it's ever been. Painful.

I watch as Francesca stands naked under the cascading water by the hidden camera that offers a panoramic view of her most intimate moments and stroke my cock with slow, deliberate motions. With her eyes closed, she allows the water to drench her hair, showcasing her perfect breasts that give way to a narrow waist and hips that flare out in the most alluring manner.

My mouth waters to mark up her skin, to mark her as mine.

I fantasize about sinking my teeth into the tender flesh of her inner thigh, the delicate underside of her breasts, the tantalizing strip of skin just above the swell of her ass. Each bite will prompt a moan of pleasure intertwined with the sweet sting of pain.

I'll smack her ass, leaving my handprints, a testament to my possession. Pinch and bite her nipples, initiating her into the exquisite world of pleasure-pain, where every nerve ending vibrates under my touch.

But above all, I want her to surrender. Her willing submission. I yearn for the moment she crawls to me, her eyes dark with desire, her voice trembling with need.

To beg for my cock.

To plead for the release only I can give her.

"Ah, fuck!" My cock's painfully engorged, yet I don't want to come.

Not yet.

My eyes close, and there she is in my most tantalizing fantasy, Francesca on her knees in the shower, the water cascading down her body like a waterfall. She looks up at me, a slow, wicked smile playing on her lips.

"Give me your cock," she purrs, reaching for me, but I pull back, a cruel tease.

"What do you say, kitten?" I taunt, my voice a low growl.

"Please," she moans, her eyes locked onto mine, a desperate plea escaping. "Feed me your cock, please ." Her tongue darts out, tracing her bottom lip and then her top, a promise of the pleasure to come. Her eyes flutter shut as she moans, a sound so raw and needy I almost come undone.

"More," she breathes, and I oblige, bringing the head of my cock to her lips, rubbing the slick pre-come back and forth, painting her mouth with my desire.

"Taste it," I command, and she obeys, her lips parting to welcome me in, her tongue eagerly lapping at the evidence of my arousal. Her satisfied smile as she savors my cock is the most erotic thing I've ever seen, a glimpse of what could be.

I push her head down, feeding her my cock with a passion that borders on savagery. She's ravenous, taking every inch of me until my balls are against her chin.

Her mouth is a sanctuary of sin, licking, sucking, making her eyes water as she gags on me. The sight of her smiling around my cock is a vision of debauchery that sends a surge of electricity to the base of my spine. "Francesca," I grit out a warning.

Her response is a moan that vibrates along my shaft, her fingers digging into my ass cheeks, pulling me deeper, impossibly deeper. I'm powerless to resist. When I fist my hands in her hair, her dark waves wrapping around my fingers, she moans to the rhythm of her mouth on my cock.

"That's it, nice and slow, kitten," I coax, my voice a low rumble. Her tongue flattens, cradling the underside of my cock, and she takes me deep, her top lip covering her teeth, ensuring a smooth, decadent glide down her throat.

"Fuck. Yes," I growl, pumping into her mouth, reveling in the wet heat, the relentless suction. She takes me a little deeper, and that's when the last thread of my control snaps. I explode, filling her mouth in my fantasy. "Suck it," I command. My legs shake, and my spine tingles as I jerk my cock so hard and fast, I see stars.

After my heart rate slows and my vision clears, I open my eyes to find my hand and stomach covered in come. "Thanks, Francesca," I whisper into the empty room. My gaze turns to the monitor, where she's fast asleep. "That was good, kitten. A promise of the sweet chaos yet to come."

I jump in the shower and get ready to head out into the warm Los Angeles night to satisfy a different need.