The enemy duet, p.12
The Enemy Duet, page 12
I grabbed her by the shoulders and anchored her back against the wall. “I’m not leaving and I’m not letting you leave me. Well, not until you’ve heard me out.” Like fuck I was going to let her leave me.
I could see her wrestling with herself. Her face gave away everything. “Fine, but you better make it quick. It’s past two in the freakin’ morning.”
“Give yourself to me for six months and I’ll stop-”
She stomped her foot and if I wasn’t in the middle of making the deal of my life, I’d laugh. “I already agreed to give you six month-”
“Stop. Let me finish.” I gave her a pointed look, and she zipped it. “I want six months of actual dating with you. No past, no parents, no jail time, no extortion, none of it. Be with me for six months like we’re a real couple and if, at the end of the six months, you still hate me, then I’ll let you go.” I wouldn’t, but she didn’t need to know that.
“Why?”
“Because I wasn’t lying when I said I was obsessed with you. I need to see what I can be with you without all the hate and games. Maybe if the reality isn’t what I’ve always fantasized, I can finally shake you and move on.” I was lying, but I was desperate.
Her face was the most sincere I had ever seen it when she spoke, “You don’t deserve the chance to cure yourself of me. Not when I’m so damaged by everything you’ve done to me.”
I could only nod because she was right, but I needed a plan. The first plan of force and extortion fell apart, so I needed her on board with this one because I didn’t have a plan C. “True. That’s why I’m asking you for the chance instead of threatening to ruin everyone you love for that same chance.”
“So, you’re essentially asking me to be your girlfriend, like an actual girlfriend where we go to the movies and dinner and crap like that?”
“Pretty much.” She didn’t answer immediately and I could feel my body turning cold with the realization that she was mostly going to call my bluff on ruining everyone she loved.
“Okay.”
Fiona’s acceptance was uttered so softly, I had to ask her to repeat herself. “Can you repeat that? I’m not sure I heard you correctly.”
She squared her shoulders like she was going into battle and met me head-on. “I said, okay. I’ll be your girlfriend for the next six months and…try to…I’ll just try.”
I took her face in my hands. “Thank you, Halloween.”
“Why do you call me Halloween?”
“That’s a story for another time. I need to get you back to my place,” I answered. I wanted to get her in my bed as soon as possible, and hopefully the psychopath in me won’t tie her to the bedposts. She agreed to give this a chance, and I had to find a way to trust that. And her.
I didn’t know why, but she had been sleeping in her dress and so all she had to do was put on her shoes and grab her purse. Once we got to the lobby, she checked herself out, and I ushered her into my car that was parked in front of the hotel. I was lucky enough not to get any tickets, not that I would have given a fuck. My priority had been to find Fiona and, once I had, a parking space was not going to keep me from getting her.
When we finally made it back to my place, it was just about three in the morning. I was used to working around the clock hours, so being up this late wasn’t that big of a deal to me, but as soon has Fiona’s feet hit the carpet of my bedroom, I could tell she was exhausted.
I wrapped my arms around her. “We’ll take a quick shower, and then we’ll sleep, okay?”
I felt her nod against my chest, and so I picked her up and walked her into the bathroom. She stood silently next to the shower door as I adjusted the temperature of the water and jets. Fiona was so much shorter than I was, I wanted to make sure none of the jet streams would hit her face.
I placed my hands on her shoulders and turned her around in front of me and fucking finally had the pleasure of unzipping her green dress. One of the sexiest visions in the world is watching the back of a woman’s dress slowly open and treat you to the sight of the soft, feminine arch of her back. Never underestimate the high undressing a woman can give you.
Once the zipper was completely down, I gently pushed the straps over her shoulders until the dress fell into a puddle at her feet. I stepped back and took in the sight of Fiona in a pair of white lace panties. I hooked my fingers on the waist of the white lace and pulled them down off her body. She silently stepped out of them and after tossing the scrap of fabric aside I turned her around to face me.
She looked up at me through her lashes and I wanted to drop to my knees and pledge to worship her for the rest of my days. I knew she had body image issues, but if she could see herself through my eyes, she’d walk around naked all day knowing the power she’d wield over my sanity.
God, I loved this woman, and it was moments like these that I wish I could tell her.
I reached for the buttons on my shirt when her delicate little hands reached over and stopped me. “Let me.” I dropped my hands and stood there as Fiona undressed me and it was the most erotic moment of my life, except for our graduation night. No matter how sloppy, hurtful, and juvenile that night had been, it will still always be the best night of my life.
By the time she was done, my dick was rock hard. She didn’t comment on it as she took my hand and guided me towards the shower. She didn’t say anything when I reached for the shampoo and she noticed it was her brand again. Maybe the shock was wearing off now that I had confessed my obsession to her.
I went through the entire process of bathing her, from washing and conditioning her hair to scrubbing the soles of her feet. When I was done she returned the favor and this small experience we were sharing as an official couple had me reeling. It was like I finally had everything I had ever wanted, but it still wasn’t enough. I wanted to consume this woman.
We finished showering and after drying her each other off with towels, Fiona padded her way back to my bedroom and I silently followed her. Things weren’t tense or awkward, more like tired and anxious. I knew where I wanted to go from here. Hell, I’d marry this woman tomorrow if I thought she’d go for it. The hesitation and anxiousness were coming from her. I had no problem giving her time to adjust though. I’ve known for twenty-three years that she was it for me, she was still new to all this.
I pulled back the covers on the bed for her and all I could think as I watched her slide into my bed was that she didn’t belong anywhere else. I wanted her to feel the same way when I was in her home and in her bed.
I crawled in behind her and call me a pussy, but spooning with her made me feel as if all was right with the world. I guess I was too wrapped up in the moment, because I the next thing I heard was Fiona complaining.
“Umph, Damien…I can’t breathe.”
I instantly loosened my hold on her. “Sorry,” I mumbled.
A few minutes passed in silence and her breathing was so steady, I was certain she had fallen asleep, but she hadn’t. “Are you awake,” she whispered.
“Hmmmm…no,” I whispered back.
She took me by completed surprise when she rolled over, pushed me onto my back, and then straddled her luscious body over mine.
The look on her freshly scrubbed face was one of hope. She looked as if she didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world. Or maybe that was just my wishful thinking.
She was propped up on her forearms with her face only inches from mine. I ran my hands up and down the sides of her waist just reveling in the feel of her soft womanly curves up against my hard planes. I leaned up and nipped her lower lip. “Aren’t you tired, baby?”
“I am.” Her eyes kept roaming my face, looking for what, I didn’t know. She started planting soft kissing on my face and neck and I wondered how I survived this long without knowing what it was like to be on the receiving end of Fiona’s love and affection.
The thought was instantly clouded with images of her doing this with Jason. The darkness threatened to take me under until I heard her yelp. “Damien…”
I uncurled my hands from her waist and started smoothing the ache. “Sorry, Halloween, I just…” I didn’t know what I was, but I was fairly certain she was making me lose my mind.
She must have known something was up because when she went back to kissing me, she did it vocally. “I am tired, but I want you more, Damien. God, I want you all the time,” she confessed.
I grunted and ran my hands up her back until they were tangled in her hair, pulling her head back, making her neck vulnerable to my need to mark her. “What do you need from me, baby?”
She moaned as I tightened my grip in her hair. “Hmm…just you. I need to feel whatever you want to do to me. I need to feel what only you can do for me” I leaned up and bit into her neck, sucking the fuck out her tender skin. The harder I sucked the louder her moan became, and then, she was rubbing her slit back and forth across my hard dick.
I let go of her neck once I was satisfied she’d be wearing my teeth marks for days. I maneuvered her head, so that she was looking back down at me. Her eyes were clouded with lust and her face was flushed with the heat of her blood. She looked so damn beautiful I almost let those three little words escape my mouth, but instead, I brought her lips down to mine and instructed her between kisses. “Ride my cock, baby.”
I felt her sensitive, wet pussy lips pressed further over my dick as she slid back and forth with a little more force. “Oh, God, Damien, I love the way you make my body feel.”
I know people say you’re not supposed to believe anything anyone says during sex. The words of praise, love and need were usually said in the name of the actual sex act itself and not the person you’re with. But because Fiona had reduced me into a lovesick puddle of pathetic, I chose to believe everything she was saying was because she wanted me and not just my cock.
I lifted her hips and because her sweet, addictive cunt was soaking wet and my dick was hard as steel, her body swallowed me up with little resistance. Fiona threw her head back and let out the sexiest sound I have ever heard.
I was expecting her to sit up and enjoy the show of her huge tits bouncing as she rode every last hard inch, but she surprised me when she remained lying flat against me and began moving her hips back and forth slowly keeping me deep inside her.
This woman’s simple existence has tortured me damn near every day of my life, but the torture she was inflicting upon me now was one of the greatest pleasures I have ever felt. Those three little words kept fighting to get out, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment. If I told her I loved her now, she would either freak the fuck out or think I was bullshitting her and this was too important. This was the first time she’s initiated the sex and the first time she’s let me inside her when she wasn’t spitting mad at me.
I. Was. Not. Going. To. Ruin. This.
I held onto her and moved with her hips to reach that spot inside her. “That’s it, baby, take it however you need it.”
Fiona dropped her head on my chest. “Jesus, you feel so good inside me, Damien.” She lifted her head and held my gaze as she upped her tempo a bit. “I want to hold on to my grudge and hate you so much but, Christ, you feel so fucking good. So fucking good.”
I couldn’t help myself. I tightened my hold on her hips and I started thrusting upwards into her. I kept slamming her body down on my cock until she threw her head back and screamed my name. The second her tight, little pussy started convulsing around me I emptied myself inside her.
She slumped down over me, and we stayed like that, with me rubbing my hand up and down her back, until she slid off me and curled herself into my side.
I was never going to let this fucking girl go.
Never.
I’ll be dead first.
Chapter 17
I don’t know whether to be flattered…or scared.
Fiona~
“So, you guys are dating now?” I peered up at Vicky over my cup of coffee.
I had slept most of Sunday away, not waking up until way past noon. Will had dropped Vicky off and now we were hanging out at Damien’s-where I proceeded to tell her everything-killing time until he took us back to Smithtown. Damian had driven Will to the airport to catch his flight back to New York.
“Yeah, I suppose we are. Tell me the truth, Vee, on a scale of one to ten, how stupid am I?”
“Are you kidding me? He’s packing a wrist-thick cucumber that’s obsessed with you. Girl, I’m about to call MENSA for your club membership, because any woman that can land a man who’s hot, rich, and has got a big cock is a fucking genius!” she snorted as we laughed.
“Well, speaking of hot cucumbers…how does Mr. Creston measure up in the vegetable aisle?”
She gave me a sly smile. “Let’s just say if he were to call me the next time he’s on the West Coast, I’d answer.” The satisfied woman winked at me.
“Oh, so you browbeat me into details, but that’s all I get from you? You’re a horrible best friend, I hope you know.”
She leaned across and set her coffee down on the coffee table and got comfortable on the couch. “Okay. The man has at least eight inches of Holy Mary, Jesus, and Joseph and can fuck like he’s been conditioned all his life to deliver female orgasms. Is that detailed enough for you?”
“Wow.” I’d say that was super detailed.
She nodded. “I know. And you know me, I’m not easily impressed, but Will Creston can lay it down like nobody’s business.” She groaned, “Oh, God, and then he’s got these tattoos that just…” Vee shook her head. “I gotta tell you. There is nothing sexier than watching a man undress and seeing tattoos emerge from beneath his ten-thousand-dollar three-piece suit or tuxedo. I was ready to jump him as soon as I saw the little splash of color peek out from his left wrist.”
I knew exactly what she meant. “I know. The first time I saw Damien shirtless and saw that he was decorated in ink, it was enough to make me forgive him anything. I can’t think of anything hotter than the male body tatted up.” I gave a little shiver for effect.
“Okay, cucumbers and tattoos aside, are you really okay with dating your childhood tormentor?”
I put my almost empty coffee cup next to hers. “I’ll admit that I may have agreed a little quickly, but I was just so tired of all of it, Vee. But I thought about what you said, about this being my chance to finally get some answers. I don’t think I need an apology because, let’s face it, no ‘I’m sorry’ can erase the past and the mark it left on me, but maybe if he explains why, I can…I don’t know, heal?”
Vicky side-eyed me, reading my face. “What’s really bothering you, Fee?”
I sighed and dropped my head against the backrest of the couch. “Agreeing to give him a chance after all he’s done to me is making me feel so weak-willed. I know it’s not a fair comparison, but I feel like those battered women who keep forgiving their batterers and going back for more.” I turned my head towards my best friend. “I feel guilty and ashamed every time I enjoy him, Vee.”
She sighed. “You need to ask him why he was so mean to you back then. His answer might help you with those feelings. Besides, Fiona, you’re not that poor, insecure girl you were back then, so quit acting like it. This is not High School Fiona dating High School Damien. You guys are both grown, successful adults and, yeah, you guys have an ugly past, but Fiona Now can handle whatever Damien Now throws at her.” She reached over and squeezed my leg. “I know that for a fact, Fee.”
I sat up again. “You think?”
“I know.” She shrugged a shoulder. “And if he starts acting like an asshole again, cut off his dick and tell him to kiss your ass.”
I winced. “You don’t think cutting off his dick might be a bit extreme?”
“Hell no! While I may be encouraging you to see this through, I haven’t forgotten everything he’s ever done to you,” she huffed. “If he hurts you again, after all these years, he deserves to get his dick cut off then have it fed to wild pigs so there’s no hope of reconstruction surgery.”
“Jesus, Vee, wild pigs? Do you even know where we could find wild pigs?”
“No, but that’s what Google’s for.”
“Uh…I’m pretty sure feeding severed penises to wild pigs was not part of the idea concept in creating Google.”
“Do you know that for sure?” Vicky countered.
“No, Vee. No, I do not.” Her logic could still astound me after all these years.
“So, then, you can’t say it wasn’t.” Before I could respond, I heard the swish of elevator doors opening. I twisted my body and tilted my head a bit to see even though I knew it could only be Damien walking in here.
I’m not going to lie. Watching him walk into the room all male-masculine-presence-like had my lady bits tingling. I turned back to Vee and hid my smile as her eyes rounded to ridiculous proportions when Damien leaned down and kiss the top of my head on his way to the kitchen.
“Am I interrupting?” he called out.
Vicky turned her upper body to look over at him. “No. We were just comparing yours and Will’s dicks to various vegetable products.”
I leaned around her just in time to see Damien choke a little on the bottled water he had pulled from the refrigerator. “Jesus Christ.” He flicked me a quick glance before looking back at Vicky. “There weren’t any other topics you guys could have chosen from? No current events or latest fashion styles?”
I couldn’t see Vicky’s face but her voice was smooth as liquid steel. “We could have chosen to talk about how much of an asshole you were to Fiona all throughout school, but instead, we chose to talk about your dick instead of how you were a dick.” She twisted back around to face me. “But we can pick that topic up if you’re uncomfortable with the current one.”
I tried to stifle my laugh when Damien muttered, “No. No, your current topic is fine.”
Vicky just raised a victory brow at me and I did laugh then.
Damien came and sat on the back of the couch behind me and started rubbing my shoulder with one hand. “What time did you ladies want to head back?”
