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Story: Sold to the Beret
Just one more time.
I shift my lips to hers, kissing deep and hard, heady and possessive. I release her lips and turn her back to me, grabbing her waist and slowly rubbing my stiff cock between her legs, against her clit, taking in her quivering body and whimpering moans.
“Fuck, princess. We can’t—you’ll be sore tomorrow,” I warn, stroking my hard cock rhythmically over her clit.
“Please, Damien. I w-want it,” she says softly, arching her back to push on my cock.
I move a bit out of reach, still stroking her aching sex. “What do you want?” I growl softly.
“I want you,” she breathes out.
“Good girl,” I say, and then I slam home.
“Damien!” she screams, grasping on to the edge of the shower cubicle.
Her loud moans spur me on and soon I’m slamming deep and hard inside her, hitting a deeper bundle of nerves. The tingles turn into warm heat that sinks down to my balls, driving my thrusts into powerful strokes. Rose stiffens, then starts to quiver and babble as she orgasms. Her hot sheath tightens hard on my cock and my release is a roaring flame that burns everything in its path. I grunt aloud, shooting jets of cum into her until I’m spent and slumped against Rose, holding her up by the waist.
“That was beautiful, princess,” I whisper against her ear, and my cock jerks inside her at her slight shiver.
Fuck.It’s going to be a long, long night.
Chapter Four
Rose
It takes everything in me to crawl out of bed, away from the warmth and safety that is Damien. But, I need to be away from him to clear the thoughts churning in my head. I pick up his discarded shirt from last night and put it on.
I inhale the scent on the sleeve, unable to resist the urge. Images of our lovemaking play in my mind, heightened by the raw and manly scent of him, leaving me almost breathless. It smells of pine and leather, just like Damien. I turn to look at him. Even in sleep, with his features relaxed, he looks like a man used to fighting demons. Deliciouslydangerous.
Fighting the urge to trail my fingers across his handsome face and over his tempting lips, I quietly tiptoe out of the large bedroom, closing the door gently behind me.
The hallway leads me back to the huge living area. Once in the bright room, I stop and look around in surprise. It’s even homier than I remembered from last night. The walls are painted a pale cream and lined with beautiful art. I walk over to the large floor to ceiling windows, a smile tugging at my lip as the sight of the gorgeous flowers growing in pots on the large deck area.
Mom used to love growing flowers.
My chest tightens at the thought of my mom. She used to be so vibrant, so full of life. But then Dad died and everything went downhill.
She married Jared, her biggest mistake. I never liked him from the beginning. Not even when he pretended to play the role of the great stepfather in those first few years. I thought there was always something slimy about him.
And I was right.
He started pulling me away from things that brought me joy—school, my friends—and speaking to me more harshly, controlling what I could wear or when I could go out. Mom was too busy with work to notice any of it, and then she got diagnosed with lung cancer.
She left the company in Jared’s care, and the bastard thought he could mess with everything my parents had worked hard to build. The night I found out he was moving the company’s funds into an offshore account, I confronted him and threatened to expose him.
He slapped me hard on the cheek and dragged me roughly to his car, all the while ranting about how he’s had enough of me. That night, he drove me to an isolated building in the middle of nowhere and handed me off. I later learned from one of the girls in captivity that I had been sold to an auction house. By my own stepfather.
Thinking about the events that led up to this moment makes me want to curl into a ball and cry. But as much as I hated it, I can’t help but make an exception of last night with Damien. It was wonderful. No, it was the best experience of my life. I never imagined my first time to be so…explosive.
There’s something about the man that makes me want to throw every bit of common sense into the wind. It’s inexplicable.
I shouldn’t want him so badly. Not when he bought me at an auction. I know nothing about who he is or what he does for a living. Why do I feel so comfortable in his space? Why do I feelso safe in his arms? Why is my heart beating so fast just from the thought of him? Why do I miss him so badly even when he’s just a few feet away from me?
What is this feeling?
Whatever it is, it isn’t normal.
But then again, nothing about my life has been normal or conventional. To the outside world, I’m a privileged princess, the only child of Cade and Beatrice Beaumont, heiress to the Beaumont clothing empire.
I shift my lips to hers, kissing deep and hard, heady and possessive. I release her lips and turn her back to me, grabbing her waist and slowly rubbing my stiff cock between her legs, against her clit, taking in her quivering body and whimpering moans.
“Fuck, princess. We can’t—you’ll be sore tomorrow,” I warn, stroking my hard cock rhythmically over her clit.
“Please, Damien. I w-want it,” she says softly, arching her back to push on my cock.
I move a bit out of reach, still stroking her aching sex. “What do you want?” I growl softly.
“I want you,” she breathes out.
“Good girl,” I say, and then I slam home.
“Damien!” she screams, grasping on to the edge of the shower cubicle.
Her loud moans spur me on and soon I’m slamming deep and hard inside her, hitting a deeper bundle of nerves. The tingles turn into warm heat that sinks down to my balls, driving my thrusts into powerful strokes. Rose stiffens, then starts to quiver and babble as she orgasms. Her hot sheath tightens hard on my cock and my release is a roaring flame that burns everything in its path. I grunt aloud, shooting jets of cum into her until I’m spent and slumped against Rose, holding her up by the waist.
“That was beautiful, princess,” I whisper against her ear, and my cock jerks inside her at her slight shiver.
Fuck.It’s going to be a long, long night.
Chapter Four
Rose
It takes everything in me to crawl out of bed, away from the warmth and safety that is Damien. But, I need to be away from him to clear the thoughts churning in my head. I pick up his discarded shirt from last night and put it on.
I inhale the scent on the sleeve, unable to resist the urge. Images of our lovemaking play in my mind, heightened by the raw and manly scent of him, leaving me almost breathless. It smells of pine and leather, just like Damien. I turn to look at him. Even in sleep, with his features relaxed, he looks like a man used to fighting demons. Deliciouslydangerous.
Fighting the urge to trail my fingers across his handsome face and over his tempting lips, I quietly tiptoe out of the large bedroom, closing the door gently behind me.
The hallway leads me back to the huge living area. Once in the bright room, I stop and look around in surprise. It’s even homier than I remembered from last night. The walls are painted a pale cream and lined with beautiful art. I walk over to the large floor to ceiling windows, a smile tugging at my lip as the sight of the gorgeous flowers growing in pots on the large deck area.
Mom used to love growing flowers.
My chest tightens at the thought of my mom. She used to be so vibrant, so full of life. But then Dad died and everything went downhill.
She married Jared, her biggest mistake. I never liked him from the beginning. Not even when he pretended to play the role of the great stepfather in those first few years. I thought there was always something slimy about him.
And I was right.
He started pulling me away from things that brought me joy—school, my friends—and speaking to me more harshly, controlling what I could wear or when I could go out. Mom was too busy with work to notice any of it, and then she got diagnosed with lung cancer.
She left the company in Jared’s care, and the bastard thought he could mess with everything my parents had worked hard to build. The night I found out he was moving the company’s funds into an offshore account, I confronted him and threatened to expose him.
He slapped me hard on the cheek and dragged me roughly to his car, all the while ranting about how he’s had enough of me. That night, he drove me to an isolated building in the middle of nowhere and handed me off. I later learned from one of the girls in captivity that I had been sold to an auction house. By my own stepfather.
Thinking about the events that led up to this moment makes me want to curl into a ball and cry. But as much as I hated it, I can’t help but make an exception of last night with Damien. It was wonderful. No, it was the best experience of my life. I never imagined my first time to be so…explosive.
There’s something about the man that makes me want to throw every bit of common sense into the wind. It’s inexplicable.
I shouldn’t want him so badly. Not when he bought me at an auction. I know nothing about who he is or what he does for a living. Why do I feel so comfortable in his space? Why do I feelso safe in his arms? Why is my heart beating so fast just from the thought of him? Why do I miss him so badly even when he’s just a few feet away from me?
What is this feeling?
Whatever it is, it isn’t normal.
But then again, nothing about my life has been normal or conventional. To the outside world, I’m a privileged princess, the only child of Cade and Beatrice Beaumont, heiress to the Beaumont clothing empire.