Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Frankie

The house is way too quiet when I get home, which gives me a bit of the creeps. But this place is like Fort Knox, so I try not to worry as the smart lights come on and I head to the bedroom. Damien's been insistent that I stay in his room— our room —ever since that night.

With Nate, I never felt ready to take this step, but with Damien, it just feels right, even if it freaks me out a little. Still, I feel a twinge of disappointment when I walk into the bedroom and find it empty. Damien's not home yet. The guy practically lives at his office, working all hours. Most women might get suspicious, but I'm all too familiar with jobs that call you at crazy times. It comes with the territory.

I strip down and hop into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the day. That bout of sickness hit me out of nowhere and disappeared just as fast, but it left me wiped out. This shower is the only thing keeping me from collapsing into bed.

After about twenty minutes, I step out feeling a little more human, though now I'm starving. I'd kill for that breakfast sandwich I skipped this morning.

I open the bathroom door, only to freeze in place—not just because of the bright lights, but because Damien is sitting on the edge of the bed, looking straight at me.

"Damien," I say, my heart doing a little flip. "I didn't think you'd be home yet."

"I had a stop to make," he says as his gaze rakes over my body. At least what he can see, which isn't much since I'm wrapped in one of his large, fluffy towels. "Good day?"

I nod, suddenly feeling a lot better. And prettier. "It was a day," I say vaguely. "New suit?" It's an expensive suit with the tie hanging slightly askew, looking like a sexy billionaire fantasy come to life.

"Like it?"

I nod and step forward. "I like you in it."

"Good. I've got something for you." He tugs the towel away, letting it fall in a heap on the floor, leaving me exposed in front of him. His hand reaches out, gently caressing my hip.

"A gift?" I raise an eyebrow, recalling how men often give gifts to ease their guilt.

"Yes, a gift. I saw this and knew it was meant for you." He reaches behind him and pulls out a small velvet box. "Open it." He holds the box out, his eyes locked on mine, waiting for me to take it. "Francesca."

"Damien," I whisper, my breath shaky as I take the box. My heart's racing like it's in a high-stakes race. Is this a ring? Is he about to ask me to marry him?

"Open it, Francesca." His soft command sends a shiver down my spine, and when he pulls me onto his lap, my whole body heats up.

I glance at him, curiosity flickering in my eyes. He gives me a subtle nod, encouraging me to see what's inside. Slowly, I lift the lid, bracing for something dark and intense, but instead, I'm greeted by the sight of sparkling diamond earrings.

"Wow," I breathe out, the word slipping from my lips before I can catch it. Jewelry. Actual diamonds. Not something I'm used to—especially on a random weekday.

"You… you got these for me?" I ask, my voice tinged with surprise and a hint of disbelief. "I mean, they're stunning. But why?"

"Because they remind me of you, Frankie." His voice is steady, and his gaze holds mine. "I know you don't do flashy, but these are subtle. Something you can wear every day, and they'll sparkle when you least expect it."

"They're incredible, Damien. Thank you." My voice is trembling as I try to process this unexpected gesture. It's not just the gift. It's the thought behind it that has me second-guessing all my doubts and fears. Maybe I've been wrong about him.

With gentle fingers, he lifts my hair, his touch sending shivers across my skin, and slides the earrings into place.

"Perfect," he says, leaning back to admire his handiwork. "Absolutely perfect."

I reach up to touch my million-dollar ears. "Thank you. But I can't—" Damien places his finger on my lips to shush me.

"Oh, but you can. Now lie back on the bed, Francesca. Open yourself up for me. I want to see every inch of you in your stunning, sparkling beauty."

I do as he asks, my heart beating wildly.

"Don't move." Damien's words send a chill through me, and I find myself obediently still. "Keep your eyes on me and don't say a word."

I nod, my fingers tightening on the sheets as I open my thighs a little wider, feeling the plush mattress beneath my feet. I want to let out a moan, but I obey him, biting my lip instead.

Damien's intense gaze holds mine, and I'm completely exposed under his scrutiny. He begins to undress, slowly revealing his perfectly sculpted body. Then he steps by the bed and his fingers trace my thigh, sending sparks through me. I fight to suppress a shudder, wanting to savor this delicious torture just a little longer.

"Frankie, you have no idea how good you look to me right now." His warm breath caresses my neck. "I could devour you right now."

His lips crush mine with urgency, and I'm swept away by the force of his kiss. My body responds instinctively, arching toward him, craving the taste of him, the feel of him.

When he enters me, slow and deliberate, I hold back a moan, my head falling back in surrender. "Oh, God…"

"Don't speak." He says, withdrawing and thrusting again, deeper this time, igniting a fire within me. "You feel incredible."

His hips move in a smooth rhythm, his voice hoarse and growly. "You like that, Frankie? Feeling my cock deep inside you?"

I nod, breathless.

"So fucking good, kitten. Your cunt was made just for me, Francesca," he says, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his need matching my own.

I cry out, my body shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm washes over me. My legs shake, but Damien holds me firmly, his grip possessive as he continues to thrust into me.

He doesn't slow down, not for a second. In fact, he seems to be spurred on by my orgasm, his movements becoming more urgent, more intense. Damien grinds into me, his hips pressing against mine with each powerful stroke. My eyes close and I'm lost in the feel of him.

"Look at me." His voice is firm, demanding my attention. Our gazes lock, and I see a dark hunger in his eyes. Damien's breath comes out ragged, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat as he moves inside me. "You feel so damn good, Frankie. I've fantasized about you for so long."

I meet his rhythm, my body moving with his, our skin slick, our hearts pounding.

He grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he thrusts harder, deeper. "Come for me, Frankie. Come all over my cock!"

His permission is all I need to let go again. The punishing pace pulls out a long, powerful orgasm that lasts for minutes. By the time I start to come down, I'm drenched in sweat, panting, unable to hold a single thought.

"Damien," I breathe, my body trembling from the aftermath.

I sense the sudden hesitation, a shift in the air between us. "Damien?"

"Tell me you're mine," he demands, his voice low and intense.

"I'm yours," I respond without a second thought. "Totally and completely."

He slips from my body, his cock glistening with my juices. "Where are you going?"

Damien steps away, heading toward the closet without a word. My mind does a double-take, caught between confusion and curiosity. What's with the sudden shift?

"I've got something for you," he replies, a mysterious edge to his voice.

What's he up to now? Knowing Damien, it could be anything.

"Another gift?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "Why all the surprises tonight?"

His deep voice reaches me from across the room. "Francesca, I want to show you a world of pleasure beyond your wildest dreams."

My heart skips a beat, my throat suddenly dry. This man has already taken me to places I never imagined, and now he's promising even more. I swallow hard, my voice coming out hoarse. "You already have."

A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face as he turns, revealing a small metallic object in his hand. My breath catches when I recognize it instantly—an acorn-shaped silver toy.

"Do you know what this is, Francesca?"

I nod my head, my gaze on the silver object.

"It's a key, of sorts. A key to unlocking new depths of pleasure." He takes a step closer, his eyes glittering with dark intent. "I want you to be mine, Francesca. Mind, body and soul. To surrender completely to me."

My thighs clench at his words. "I'm already yours, Damien. You know that." Damien approaches the bed, his gaze dark. And if I'm being honest, his darkness is feeding my own carnal desires.

Damien slides onto the bed, positioning himself between my thighs, his movements deliberate. The heat from his body makes my pulse quicken, but it's the way his eyes lock onto mine that makes me shiver.

"Just relax," he whispers, his hand steady on my thigh. "Let go."

His words, soft but commanding, make it impossible not to.

His other hand ghosts over my stomach and then lowers to find my center, sending sparks of electricity through me. "Damien," I begin. Gasping lightly as his finger slides inside with ease, massaging that sweet spot that has me moaning his name. "Ah!"

The cool metal of the acorn contrasts with the heat of his fingers as he slides it against my ass, lubricated and ready. My traitorous body welcomes the intrusion, and my nipples go painfully hard. This man is something else. He knows all my pleasure spots.

Even the ones I don't know I have.

"Shh, just feel, Francesca," he whispers against my skin. I nod.

Damien looks up from between my legs, his eyes dark with desire. "How does it feel, Francesca?"

"Good," I whisper, my voice catching in my throat.

"Just breathe, Francesca," Damien says, his voice steady. "Breathe and relax your body for me."

I do as he says, inhaling deeply, and the feel of the butt plug moving with my breath sends a rush of pleasure through me. "Oh…ahh," I whisper, the sensations unlike anything I've ever experienced.

"How does it feel, Francesca?" Damien asks, his eyes searching mine.

"It's…incredible," I choke out.

Damien slowly works the plug in deeper. "Take another deep breath, Francesca. Let your body open up to me. Bear down if you need to."

I do as he says, the plug finally sliding in all the way with my next breath. "Oh, God, Damien," I gasp, my body on fire. I'm losing my ability to form coherent sentences. His mouth and tongue are immediately on my pussy and the sensation of this thing in my ass is too much.

And not enough.

"You like that, Frankie?" I can only shake my head, unable to speak. He laps at my pussy, licking and sucking and the pain and pleasure sensation is so good I'm about to cry.

Like, bawl my eyes out. "Fuck, yes. Damien." My words come out in short, shaky breaths. Damien crawls up my body, his cock harder than it's ever been, and pushes into me in one smooth stroke.

The sensation is overwhelming. Tears roll down my cheeks. I'm in sexual pleasure heaven. Then, his fingers curl around my throat and he squeezes gently. The clench of his jaw, the darkness in his eyes gives him the look of a dark angel.

And I can't breathe.

I don't want to breathe.

I want this . Him.

Oh, God. Choke me. Fuck me. Kill me. I don't care anymore. I just want this man, and this feeling of intense fucking pleasure to consume me until my dying day.

Explosions go off all over my body as I'm coming apart. Damien grips me tighter and fucks me harder. The overwhelming feeling of being completely filled leaves me breathless. "So. Fucking. Beautiful."

"Damien…" I moan his name over and over as his cock pumps into me, my body shaking as electricity surges through my veins and fire pulses through my limbs. "Damien." His name turns to a whisper, soft and breathless as it leaves my lips.

He leans over, pressing his lips to my overheated skin until his cock is soft and slips from my body.

"Mine," he growls and continues dotting my skin with spine-tingling kisses. Several blissful moments later, his lips are on mine, devouring me so fiercely that I can barely breathe. I never believed a man could make me feel this way. Ever.

Until now.

Until Damien Wolfe.

Billionaire tech genius.

Damien pulls back, his eyes filled with desire. "I can't get enough of you," he says, his voice low and sexy.

"Who says I want you to?" Damien surprises me by lifting me off the bed, my feet dangling as he carries me to the bathroom. I giggle, a mix of amusement and anticipation in my voice.

He sets me down in the shower, the hot water cascading over us as we move together. His hands explore my body, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. I can see the heat in his eyes, and I know he's just as surprised by our sexy times as I am.

"Have you had your fill yet?" I can't stop smiling, my body still pulsing. My nipples are sensitive, my whole body feeling deliciously alive.

I feel a connection with Damien that goes beyond just physical attraction, something deeper that scares me a little, but also makes me want to stay.

After a few moments, he helps me gently remove the plug, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment.

We step out of the shower, and Damien wraps a towel around me, his touch gentle as he dries me off. He leads me back to the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.

He crawls in bed next to me, his gorgeous lips twisting into a beautiful smile. "Never," he says, his voice low and sexy.

I feel a rush of love and warmth, my heart swelling with emotion. "Good," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart is as full as my body, but my mind is racing.

I think Mr. Damien Wolfe is falling in love with me.

Me. Little ol' me.

As my body relaxes into the mattress and his muscular arms wrap around me, I smile to myself because I know I love Damien.

And I think he loves me too.