Page 19 of Now You See Him

Damien pressed the flat of his palm against her chest over her heart. It beat in a rapid staccato that he had to be able to feel. When he sniffed deeply, closing his eyes as he inhaled like she was an aphrodisiac, she nearly whimpered. “You’re wet.”

“N-no. No, Damien, just tell me why you’re here. Tell me what you want.”

“Right now, I want to give you what you need. You’ve never been fucked the way I do it. Not even my brother can give you the rough rutting than I can. You’re welcome, by the way.”

She pushed against the hard planes of his chest, finding comfort in the familiar curves of his pectorals, the muscled torso that sloped under the waistband of his jeans.

Her voice was reedy now. High-pitched and desperate to buy some time.

“If you have some vendetta against Logan, I need to understand why so we can set you free?—”

Her question was cut off when he leaned down, wrapped his arms around her thighs, and hoisted her over his shoulder. She came face-to-face with his backside just as he slapped hers and carried her out of the room.

Tina was barely able to catch her breath before he strolled down a hall with rough drywall and room entrances with no doors until he reached the end, where there was a main suite.

This room was also finished, with cream walls and a neatly made king-size bed.

On the wall opposite the foot of the bed was a mirror with gold trim, six feet tall and wide.

Before she could comment on it, Damien threw her on the bed. She scrambled back, but he grabbed her ankle and tugged her towards him again. She was a rag doll and he was strong enough to position her exactly where he wanted.

“Let’s see if you’re just protesting for the sake of saying no,” Damien said. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her pants and yanked them off her in one quick tug. The cool air hit her bare thighs, and her skin immediately prickled.

Before she could scramble back again, Damien curved his hands under her knees and tugged her closer while simultaneously spreading her legs. His take-charge attitude instantly had her glistening, no, dripping with desire.

“Derrick wouldn’t want this,” she cried, desperate to be loyal to one man.

“Don’t let that bastard fool you,” Damien replied.

He shrugged out of the flannel, then reached over his shoulder and pulled off the T-shirt in one swift movement.

Derrick’s body flexed and his muscles tightened even though Damien’s words came out of his mouth.

“My twin was as mean as I was growing up. He’s just more dangerous than I am because he hides it better. ”

He prowled over her, the rough chest hair rubbing against her taut nipples, practically poking holes through her shirt.

She turned her head away and pushed his shoulders before she rolled to the side and tried to climb over the foot of the bed.

Damien just wrapped his arms around her waist and maneuvered her on all fours.

When she looked up, she saw their reflection in the wide mirror. Her jaw went slack as she saw Damien in Derrick’s body remove his large cock from his pants and give himself a few hard strokes until he was so stiff, she trembled at the sight.

“Damien,” she whispered again.

“Watch us,” he commanded. He jerked his chin towards the mirror. “Watch as I plow your dripping cunt. You’re dripping, you know that?”

He slapped her pussy, and she yelped from the quick sting. Her protest didn’t disguise the embarrassingly wet sound that her lips made at contact.

She squeezed her eyes shut to block out the image they made as her arousal began to build.

Damien reached under her shirt from behind and reverently stroked his hands over her breasts, pulling down the cups of her bra as he went.

Then he notched himself in her opening and began to work his cock inside her, slow push by slow push, until she was gasping and letting out a high-pitched yelp.

Her hands fisted in the sheet as she held on so she didn’t topple off the mattress.

“Oh god, this is so much better than fucking you in your dreams,” Damien cried. Even though she didn’t want to, curiosity and arousal were her downfall, and Tina opened her eyes to watch his head tossed back and the cords in his neck tense as she clenched around him.

As she clenched around his bare cock.

“Damien, condom!” she cried.

He let out a throaty chuckle that was equally affectionate and evil. “I’ve been through that bastard’s head, baby. He always kept it wrapped. Unless you’ve fucked someone else other than me and my brother.”

He began thrusting in slow, easy pumps that had Tina’s eyes fluttering closed.

Derrick. This was Derrick’s body. She felt him deep inside her, hitting all the right spots.

When she dropped to her elbows, her ass tilting higher in the air, each push caused a new wave of sensation that had her skin heating and slicking with sweat.

She could feel his balls graze her clit with every thrust. His hands were harder, firmer than Derrick’s as he gripped her hip and pulled her back against his cock to meet each thrust. The room filled with moans, pants and cries of pleasure, mostly from her.

Her thighs trembled as she struggled to keep her ass up in the air.

Damien spoke to her. He muttered words that didn’t make any sense. She was so far gone that she almost missed it when he said, “My revenge.”

Her muscles tightened as an orgasm began to crest. “R-revenge?” she cried out.

In response to her stiffness, Damien thrust harder, faster, then snagged a fistful of her hair and tugged her head up so their eyes met in the mirror.

“Who am I?” he growled. His other hand was bruising on her hip. “Who the fuck am I?”

“Damien!” she shrieked.

“That’s right,” he said, his lips peeling back to reveal pearl-white teeth. “I’m Damien, and I’m fucking Logan’s woman. I’m taking Logan’s woman, like Logan took from me .”

Using her hair as a leash, he tugged her up on her knees, her back bowed at an impossible angle, as his thrusts became erratic, hard, relentless, and their cries echoed together.

They watched each other in the mirror. Her breasts swayed, her ass cheeks jiggled, and his balls slapping against her cunt.

“I’m coming!” she cried, reveling in the feel of Damien in the flesh, Damien in blood and bone, finally taking her the way she’d dreamed he would over and over since she moved in her house.

The way that her twisted, fucked-up brain liked it and the way she hated how much she wanted him to do this again and again and again.

“I’m coming! Damien!”

The orgasm gripped her by the throat just as Damien roared, and then his hands immediately gentled. The fist in her hair loosened and grazed the front of her neck before holding her steady. She swallowed, feeling the strength of his palm over her throat.

“Tina.”

The tone was different. Warmer. Familiar.

“Oh my god,” she gasped, shuddering with aftershocks. “Derrick.”

She let out a sob and collapsed against the mattress as Derrick returned to her. He adjusted his legs so that he could lay at her side and covered her back with his chest. She could feel him trembling as his hands shakily stroked over her belly. They lay together, trembling, sweaty and shaken.

They didn’t say anything for a long time.