Billionaire's Prisoner

8. Claimed-II

Emma's body was still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm when Damien rose from between her thighs, his lips glistening with her arousal. His dark eyes burned into hers, predatory and possessive, as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of his abdomen, the faint scars that told stories she wasn't privy to yet.

Her breath hitched.

She had never been naked in front of a man before. Never been touched like this. Never been ruined like this.

And Damien… God, Damien was looking at her like he wanted to devour her all over again.

"You're shaking," he murmured, his voice rough, amused. His fingers traced the inside of her thigh, making her flinch.

"Nervous?"

Emma swallowed. She could lie. She should lie. But something about the way he watched her-like he could see right through her-made the truth spill out. "Yes."

His smirk deepened. "Good."

Then he was on her. His body covered hers, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his erection-hard, thick, impossibly big -grinding against her soaked core.

Emma gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he captured her mouth in another searing kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a filthy rhythm that mimicked exactly what he intended to do to her.

She whimpered.

Damien pulled back just enough to study her face, his thumb brushing her swollen bottom lip. He wanted her only for himself. A sudden sensation built in his throat. She was so responsive. Did she whimpered the same way when her so-called husband touched her?

"Tell me, Bella..." His voice was a dark caress. "How many men have had you like this?"

Emma's cheeks burned.

She could lie. Would he judge? That I was inexperienced?

But his gaze pinned her in place, demanding honesty.

"None," she whispered.

A beat of silence.

Then… Damien froze.

His entire body went still, his grip tightening almost imperceptibly on her hips. His eyes... those dangerous, hypnotic eyes... narrowed, searching hers for deception.

"None?" he repeated, his voice dangerously low.

Emma bit her lip, her heart hammering. "You're... the first."

A muscle in his jaw ticked.

For the first time since she'd met him, Damien looked stunned.

Then, slowly, a dark, possessive smile curved his lips.

"f**k," he breathed, dragging a hand through his hair. "You really don't know who I am, do you?"

Emma frowned. "Should I?”

She ran a background check and found nothing fishy.

His laugh was rough, almost disbelieving. "No. But that just makes this even more f*****g intoxicating."

Before she could question him, his mouth crashed back onto hers, kissing her with a new kind of hunger-one laced with something she couldn't name. Something primal.

Then his hand slid between them, his fingers teasing her entrance, already slick with need.

"Look at me," he commanded. Emma obeyed, her breath shallow.

Damien's gaze was molten. "I'm not the romantic type, Bella snd I definitely don't do virgins. I am gonna f**k you hard. And it's going to hurt."

Her pulse spiked.

"But," he continued, his thumb circling her clit in slow, torturous strokes, "I'll make sure you come twice before I'm done with you."

A whimper escaped her.

Then, without another word, he positioned himself at her entrance, the thick head of his c**k pressing against her.

Emma tensed.

Damien's grip on her hip tightened. "Breathe, Bella."

She sucked in a shaky breath-

And he pushed in.

A sharp, searing pain tore through her, stealing her breath. Emma gasped, her fingers clawing at his back as he stretched her, filled her, inch by relentless inch.

"f**k," Damien gritted out, his forehead dropping to hers, his muscles taut with restraint. "You're so tight."

Emma squeezed her eyes shut, tears pricking at the corners. It hurt. It burned. But beneath the pain was something else -a deep, aching fullness that made her hips twitch instinctively.

Damien groaned. "Don't move."

She whimpered. He didn't stop until he was fully sheathed inside her, his body trembling with the effort to stay still.

Then, slowly, he pulled back-just enough to make her gasp-before thrusting back in, harder.

Emma cried out.

Damien cursed, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wider. "Again.”

Another thrust.

Another broken moan.

Over and over, he moved, each stroke stretching her, ruining her, until the pain began to melt into something else-something hotter, something wilder.

Emma's body arched, her nails raking down his back as pleasure coiled tighter, sharper, too much.

"Damien-"

"I know," he growled, his pace relentless. "I feel it."

His thumb found her clit again, rubbing in firm, demanding circles, and God, she was close.

"Come for me," he ordered, his voice rough. "Now."

And she shattered. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body clamping around him, her cries muffled against his shoulder as pleasure ripped through her.

But Damien didn't stop.

He couldn't.

With a groan, he flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up, and plunged back inside her, deeper, harder.

Emma gasped, her fingers twisting in the sheets as he f****d her through her climax, his thrusts growing rougher, more desperate.

"You feel too good," he rasped, one hand tangling in her hair, tugging just enough to make her whimper. "Too f*****g perfect.”

Emma could only moan, her body boneless, overstimulated, as he drove into her again and again, chasing his own release.

Then he ordered again, "Look at me, Bella."

She turned her head, meeting his darkened gaze.

Damien's expression was feral. "This p***y is mine now."

And with one final, brutal thrust, he came, his groan raw against her ear as he spilled inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

Then, slowly, Damien pulled out, rolling onto his back and dragging her with him, her body limp against his chest.

Emma's mind was foggy, her limbs heavy, her skin still tingling from his touch. He was so dominating. Was it normal for an escort?

Damien's fingers traced idle patterns down her spine, his breathing gradually steadying.

"You lied," he murmured after a moment.

Emma blinked. "What?"

His smirk was lazy, satisfied. "You came three times. I felt your cunt tightening around my d**k, Bella."

A flush crept up her neck.

Damien chuckled, low and dark, before tilting her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. But Emma could barely keep her eyes open. Exhaustion took over her every cell and slowly she fell into deep slumber.

Damien watched her sleeping peacefully in his arms. This was the first time a woman dared to sleep on the same bed as his.

"And this," he said, his thumb brushing her swollen lips, "is only the beginning of us, Bella.”