The enemy duet, p.6
The Enemy Duet, page 6
“He will,” I insisted. “I’ll take care of it, Fiona.”
If I wasn’t so sure of the hatred she had for me, I would swear I saw gratitude in her deep russet eyes. My goal at the end of all this was to have her so madly in love with me that she’ll be signing her name Fiona Greystone in six months. But I knew the odds were more in favor of her pleading ‘not guilty’ to involuntary manslaughter after she kills me in a haze of hate and rage. I was willing to risk it, though.
Starting now.
We both knew who held all the cards here, so since I didn’t need to establish my dominance, I went to her. If I were a better man, I’d give her time to get used to our arrangement. I’d take her to dinner and attempt to ease her discomfort. But I wasn’t a better man and I’ve waited ten years to have her again. I had every intention of keeping her on her back until the sun came up tomorrow.
“Are you on birth control?” No sense in dancing around the practicalities.
“Yes.”
That’s it, just a simple ‘yes’, nothing more.
“When was your last physical?”
I could see her bristle a little bit at the question. “Last year sometime.”
I raised a brow at her stubbornness. She knew exactly what I was trying to get to. What she didn’t know is that I already knew everything I needed to know about her. The PI I have was the best. I could even tell you when her period was due. That’s how fucking sick over her I was. “Anything I need to know?”
“Nope.”
I stepped into her personal space and grabbed her by her upper arm. “When was the last time you fucked someone?”
I could feel the intake of her breath. “That’s none of your business!”
“I have to disagree, Halloween.”
She got right back up in my face. “When was the last time you fucked someone?”
“I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom and I’m healthy. That’s all you need to know.”
Her face flushed red, and I knew it’s because she knew my statement wasn’t entirely accurate. I have fucked once before without a condom. “You’re a liar,” she hissed.
The woman had balls enough to address the elephant in the room, I’ll give her that. “My apologies. Please allow me to rephrase.” I leaned down farther into her personal space. “I’ve never fucked anyone besides you without a condom.”
Her chest heaved and another inch and her tits would be brushing up against my stomach. “Well, same here. I have no health issues and I make sure I learn from my mistakes, so I have always used a condom with my partners.”
I was unreasonably seething inside at her comment of using protection with her partners. In the last ten years, my PI had reported her dating a guy named Grady Waterston when she was twenty, but that only lasted a couple of months. My guess was it had been too hard to juggle work, college, and a boyfriend. He later reported her dating a guy named Eric Singleton shortly after she graduated from college, but again, that only last a couple of months. It had been around the time she got on board with helping Alice McEntire run her business. The latest report was that she started casually dating a guy named Jason Marks. They started dating about six months ago and, while my PI hasn’t ever caught them having any slumber parties, I knew good, old Jason wasn’t still around if she hadn’t already laid down with him.
I’ll admit her number was far smaller than mine. And I didn’t give a fuck how chauvinistic that made me, but the knowledge that another man knew how she sounded and what she looked like when she came, had the psychopath in me ready to murder the entire town.
“Well, I think it goes without saying that during these next six months there won’t be any other partners in on this.”
She darted her eyes away from mine and began to bite her lower lip. I almost lost my mind at her hesitation. The beast in me was trying to claw his way out of my soul and if she didn’t fucking answer me soon, I was going to let him out.
She finally returned her attention towards me. “Okay…I…that sounds reasonable, and it’s safer to be monogamous.” She tried to laugh off the seriousness of my demand. “I mean, how hard can it be to remain monogamous for six months, right?”
I gave her a pass only because she truly didn’t have any idea how deep my obsession with her ran. I knew she believed all this was a game of power and manipulation and, while it was, it was born out of my desperation to have her. If anyone asked me if I loved this woman, I would tell them no. What I felt for Fiona went beyond common love. What I felt was an all-consuming state of madness for her. If she had any clue as to what she did to me, she’d flee the country posthaste.
But I would still find her.
“Good. You wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to good, old Jason, now would you?”
Her eyes rounded to the size of platters. “How do-”
“Doesn’t matter what I know or how I know it. Just know that I have enough money to know everything I need to know about you, including who you’re fucking.” I shook her slightly with the grip I still had on her arm. “In the morning, you’re going to give your friend Jason a call and convince him that you’ve moved on.” She opened her mouth to protest, no doubt, but I didn’t let her speak. “Do not test me on this, Fiona. If that man comes near you while you belong to me, I will fucking destroy him and everything he has, then I’ll go after Vicky and then Alice.” I shook her harder. “And then I’ll go after you, understood?”
Her beautiful brown eyes flooded in a teary rage. “I hate you!”
“I don’t care what you feel for me, Halloween. As long as I make you feel something.” I slammed my lips down on hers and the feeling of euphoria washed over my body like the first waves of heroin hitting an addict’s blood stream.
I ran my hand up the back of her neck and fisted a chunk of her chocolate masses so tightly she let out a strained moan. I could only hope it was hurting her. This first time was all for me. It was to feed my obsession and give me a semblance of sanity. I had the rest of the night to take care of her later but, right now, I needed this hit.
I pulled back on the kiss and stared down at her swollen lips. Her eyes were glassy and lidded. “Never forget, you chose this, Fiona. That means you will act like you want me even if you don’t. That means you don’t ever get to say no to me. That means you are mine to dress, to feed, to wash, to kiss, and to fuck however I want. Tell me you understand the rules.”
She was breathing so hard, I was afraid she might hyperventilate. But the look in her eyes wasn’t exactly hate. “I un…understand, Damien.”
“Good.” That was all that needed to be said before my lips descended on hers again.
This time she opened her mouth and let me inside. I swept my tongue alongside hers and I wanted to pledge everything I owned to God when she started actively kissing me back. With my right hand still tangled up in her hair, I ran my left hand down her neck and chest until I held the weight of one of those heavy, delicious tits.
Ten years ago, I had been too young, too crazy, and too desperate to worship her like I should have. Tonight, my tongue would learn every inch of her body, my fingers would massage every entrance she had, my hands would memorize all her curves and my dick would shower her entire body, inside and out, with my cum.
Fiona grabbed onto my waist and I could feel her curl her fingers into the leather of my belt. I took that as a sign that she was turned on, and so, I started walking her backwards towards the bed.
On our journey to the bed, clothes were being ripped off and discarded like the nuisances there were. The more Fiona took part in the stripping, the more encouraged I became. She may hate me, but she didn’t hate my touch and I would take what I could get from her.
As soon as I felt the back of her thighs hit the bed, I worked at lightning speed to remove her bra and panties, as they were the only things left on her body. I found the resolve to step away from her and I lost the power of speech as I took in a grownup, naked Fiona.
As soon as she realized that I was taking in every inch of her magnificent body, she curled into herself trying to hide her body from my view. I place my hands on her shoulders and pushed them back making her stand tall…well, as tall as her five-foot-two-inches would allow. “Never hide from me, Halloween. I’ve been fantasizing about your body for more years than I can count.” I decided to give her a little bit of real honesty. “Graduation night, I wanted you so badly that I didn’t take the time to look and appreciate what you were giving me.” Her eyes were bugging out of her head so comically, I almost laughed. “I won’t be making that same mistake tonight. By the time I’m done with you, your entire body will be burned into my memory.” I was going to own every fucking inch of her.
“Damien…” she whispered astonished.
“Baby, I’m going to worship every inch of you,” I promised. “Get up on the bed and just lay back for me.”
I was shocked as shit when she obeyed me argument-free. I stood transfixed as she scooted herself backwards until her head rested on the ridiculous amount of pillows on the bed. They propped her body up giving me a direct view of her massive tits, so I really shouldn’t bad mouth the abundance of pillows.
I dropped my boxers, and I knew there was no way she couldn’t see how rock solid hard I was. Her eyes widen-God let that be with awe and not pity-and I quickly climbed up on the bed to cover her. Fiona instinctively opened her legs to accommodate me and the second her body cradled my cock, I knew I would never want to be anywhere else but here for the rest of my life.
I held myself up with my elbows and just took my time looking down at her face. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” Her eyes glossed over, and call me a pussy, but I wanted to tell her how sorry I was for everything, how much I love and have always loved her and ask her to marry me all at once.
I should have known it wouldn’t be that easy.
“Don’t say things like that to me, Damien.” She tilted her head back a little, strengthening her resolve. “I’m here for you to fuck and nothing more. Don’t act like you give a shit about me now.”
I didn’t blame her considering all she knew about me is what I’ve shown her, but that knowledge did nothing to curb the animal she riled up with her words. “So, you just want a repeat of graduation night? You want me to just take from you, is that it?”
Then she cut me to ribbons. “I was never confused into thinking you would do anything but take from me. You’ve been doing it since we were five.”
I was so pissed that she had every right to think that, I decided to show her the bastard she believed me to be. “In that case, know that it’s going to only be until I’m satisfied that I’ll leave your body alone. Until then, I don’t care how sore, bruised, or battered you are. I won’t stop until I’m done with you.”
Chapter 9
It’s not only the professionally
diagnosed that are crazy.
Fiona~
I don’t know what prompted me to bait him. I just knew the gentleness he showed me was fucking with my head. I didn’t want him telling me I was beautiful. I didn’t want him caressing me tenderly. I wanted…no; I needed him to use me ruthlessly if I was going to make it out of this arrangement with any kind of sanity left to speak of. I didn’t want to like him.
I tried to be realistic and practical, but it was pretty evident I was out of my mind crazy. I mean, what other explanation could there be for me actually liking the way he was kissing and touching me? The second I felt his lips on mine and his hands on my body I had been a goner. I was a pathetic, sad, desperate, confused goner. How could his touch feel so good when I hated him so much?
I’ve only been touched by three other men after graduation night and none of what they did came close to how inflamed Damien made my body. I was definitely going to need professional couch time therapy after these next six months…three times a week, most likely.
Damien started at my right ear and started kissing his way down my neck and it felt sooooooo deliciously sinful. I wanted to cry because he wasn’t doing anything special. My fucked-up mind knowing that it was him kissing me is what made it feel so good. I let out an involuntary moan there was no way I could keep in.
He kept moving his way down my body until he was in perfect position to take a nipple into his mouth and when he did my body almost skyrocketed off the bed. He took both my breasts in his hands and kneaded the flesh as he alternated between sucking, laving, and biting both harden tips.
“Oh, God!” I shamelessly ran my fingers through his hair and held him close as he tasted and teased me. “Damien…”
He stopped pleasuring my breasts and moved his way up my neck until his lips reached my ear again. “What’s wrong, baby? Are you disappointed I’m not ramming my cock into your hot pussy yet?”
His dirty words were making me wetter than I have ever been, but I had to put up at least some kind of resistance, right? “I don’t care what you do to me.”
He stilled above me but continued to speak into my ear. “Is that right?” Next thing I knew, he had wrapped his hand in my hair, fisting a good chunk of it, and yanked my head back so hard my eyes watered. He peered down at me and his green eyes had never looked so alive. “In that case, I will ignore every time the word ‘no’ comes out of your mouth, Halloween. If you don’t care, then you won’t mind when I’m fucking this smart mouth of yours so hard you choke. If you don’t care, then you won’t mind when I slide my cock between these huge tits of yours and cum all over them. If you don’t care, then you won’t mind me fucking that hot little cunt of yours, even after it’s so swollen from use, I have to force it to take my cock.” He tugged harder on my hair and all it did was make me flood the sheets. He leaned down and finished his little speech in between bites to my lower lip. “If you don’t care, then you won’t mind when I paint your face, tits, pussy, and ass with my cum. If you don’t care, Halloween, then you won’t mind it when I bury my cock balls deep in your ass, will you, baby?”
I let out a humiliating cry at how hot every word out of his mouth sounded. Jason was the only person I actually slept with after Damien and both times had been lukewarm, at best.
God, I was sick.
He let go of my hair and went back to kissing his way down my body. There was so much I wanted to say. So much I wanted to rant and rave at, but I couldn’t find the words that wouldn’t make it sound like I’ve been crying over him all these years. My pride was taking a serious beating as it was with every time I moaned or relented to his machinations.
He worked his way down my body until his shoulders prevented my legs from being able to close. Damien Greystone was seconds away from going down on me and I couldn’t wait.
I felt his big hands splay on the insides of my thighs and push out. I could feel his breath on my wet lips and I wanted to scream out for him to get to it already. But, again, I was trying to salvage any pride I could at the moment. I was trying to convince myself I didn’t want this.
I lost all thoughts of pride and grudges the second I felt his tongue sweep through my wetness though. “Damien!” My hands instantly tangled themselves in the waves of his black hair and my grip was so strained I could feel my nails digging into my palms. His hands curled around my thighs and I knew his fingers were going to leave bruises in my flesh, and I did not give one fuck.
Count them...Not. One. Fuck.
That’s how mind-numbing the pleasure I was feeling was. Mind. Numbing.
“Fuck, baby, I could eat this sweet pussy forever.” Right now, in this insane moment in time, forever sounded just fine to me.
Damien didn’t let up once he got his first taste. All I felt was euphoria as his tongue licked up and down my slit, circling and pushing on my clit every time he swept upwards.
My body tensed when I felt his fingers begin to invade my pussy. Damien was well over six foot making him big and solid everywhere, including his fingers. I moaned as they deliciously stretched me open. I could hear the wetness he was coaxing out of my body.
He paused long enough to tell me his plans. “I’m not stopping until you cum all over my face and fingers, Halloween. And, when you do, I’m going to lap up every last drop. I’m going to taste you on my tongue for days after, baby.”
I lifted my hips at his words, silently begging for more. He took the hint and went back to sliding his fingers inside my hot core and his tongue began to focus on my sensitive nub.
Within seconds, I could feel the tightening in my core in warning. I was on the verge of doing exactly what he wanted and cumming all over his face and fingers. “Damien!”
I could feel myself clench around his fingers and that small action prompted him to curl his fingers deeper in and hit his target and it was enough. I didn’t know if I came from his tongue on my clit or his fingers brushing up against that secret spot, but my nerves electrified in a blaze of unparalleled pleasure that my body shook with the force of it.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I heard him growl, through the haze of my orgasm.
My body was still twitching when I finally noticed Damien hovering over me. I could barely keep my eyes open, let alone focus. “Baby, look at me.”
I blinked a few times and finally managed to focus on his green gaze. I brought my hand around and placed my palm on his cheek and just looked at him. The Devil shouldn’t be so beautiful. I should hate this man. I did hate this man. It just wasn’t fair.
“Dami-Ahhhhhhhhhh!” My back bowed up off the bed as Damien slammed his size into me, and I was transported back to that night, ten years ago. Only this time, I knew what to expect, and I wasn’t delusional enough to believe that Damien Greystone liked me or had any feelings for me outside of loathing.
Well, loathing and lust, apparently.
I opened my legs wider to accommodate his body between my thighs and to relieve some of the sting. He immediately pulled out and rammed his cock back inside my body again. I grabbed onto his powerful biceps as he began his assault on my very soul.
