Taming Damian(5)

She giggled in surprised. "The shower is over there!" She pointed her finger behind me as she tried to break out of my grasp.

"I'm in no rush." I grabbed her hands and held them over her head in a  viselike grip. My eyes gave her a once-over as I took in her naked body.  Her sun-kissed skin from the days on the beach contrasted with her  smooth ivory skin in the areas of her body only I'd seen and touched  this week. My other hand slowly grazed down her skin, moving from her  collarbone to the curves of her delicious breasts to her abdomen.

She burst out in laughter when I grabbed her waist. "That tickles!"

That was not the response I wanted to hear. "I can fix that real quick."  My lips curled into a wicked smile. She gasped in pleasure as I  inserted my index and middle fingers inside her wetness. "Looks like  someone's already ready for me," I groaned as her silky, warm pussy  tightened around my fingers, sending sparks of electricity shooting  through my body and down toward my hard cock.

She squirmed and arched her hips against my fingers, begging me to go  deeper inside the wet warmth of her pussy. I snickered at her need for  me. This is more like it. She quivered in my hand as I slid my fingers  in and out of her a few times before removing them.

"Not yet," she whimpered.

"I love when you beg." I gave her a satisfied smile. I watched her  writhe below me as she tried to grind her pussy up against my hand. I  put my fingers in my mouth, tasting her dewy sweetness. "Fuck, you're  delicious." And as much as I hated myself to admit it, I meant it. She  tasted like honey, and it drove me wild and horny when I tasted her.  Since I'd met her, that was the one thing I couldn't seem to get enough  of.

"Stop making me beg, you asshole," she pouted.

I chuckled. "Oh come on. You love this."

I smirked and lowered my hand between her legs. Her hands tightened  around the bed sheets as I circled my thumb around her clit, and I  watched with glee as she writhed before me.

"This is how amazing you taste." I lowered myself on top of her and  kissed her deeply, allowing her to taste herself off my tongue.

She sighed as her mouth eagerly accepted mine. I knew she wanted more. I  knew she thought I was about to fuck her brains out. And that was  exactly what I wasn't going to do. I wanted to tease her. I wanted her  to beg for more. And more than anything, I wanted her to know who held  the cards in this relationship.

Without warning, with her hands still secured above her head, I held  down her hips with my free hand and drove my entire length into her.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight!" I groaned when I felt her clench around  me as I pulled out of her. I wanted more than anything to continue to  move inside her, but I forced myself to stop.

I am in control, not her.

"Okay, I'm going in the shower. I just wanted to give you a taste of  what you'll get when you join me." I got up from the bed and walked  toward the bathroom. I knew she was staring after me in surprise.

"You fucking tease! I hate you so much right now!" she cried after me.

I laughed. "Well you can show me how much you hate me in the shower," I challenged. "I love angry fucking."

"Okay, you just wait! I'll be right there."                       
       
           



       

I laughed triumphantly as I turned on the shower and jumped in.

As the hot water washed down my body, I sighed and started to relax. I  hadn't realized until now how tense and tired my muscles had been this  week.

I started thinking about everything that had happened since I'd seen  that text message from Chris. I had been livid when I went into the  bathroom to confront Alexis. But when I had seen her talking to herself,  I had overheard her say that she was going to tell me something. I knew  it was only a matter of time that she'd tell me. A part of me wanted to  give her that opportunity to fess up. But until she did, I was going to  have my way with her however I wanted. That was going to be her  punishment. I wasn't going to make love to her anymore. I was going to  fuck her like the whore she was. I was going to make her feel like one  of my many hundreds of girls from my little black book. I was going to  fuck her and leave her when I was through with her. Maybe that'd make  her feel useless and foolish. And maybe that'd lessen the pain in my  chest if she felt some of the pain I was feeling.

So that night at the wedding, I had angry fucked her several times as  I'd tried to vent my rage out on her without her knowing it. First, I  fucked her in the bathroom stall with two girls just a few feet away.  Then I fucked her up the ass in the lit-up pool at the hotel. After  that, I came all over her face on the stairwell leading up to our hotel  suite. Finally I fucked her on the balcony in our suite and made her  scream out my name for the other guests to hear.

I continued this for the first half of our trip, fucking her like she  was some object I didn't care about. I knew she felt that something was  off about my behavior, but she didn't say a word. I had a feeling she  secretly enjoyed the dangerous, aggressive side to me.

When we arrived in Rome on the fourth day of our trip, I was worn down  and the pain in my chest did not seem to have lessened. Instead, it  seemed to have gotten worse. The more pain I felt, the more pain I  wanted to inflict on Alexis.

But then something happened.

We were strolling up the Aventine hill, one of Rome's famous seven  hills. There was a spot on the hill where a plain-looking green metal  door stood. And on this old metal door, there was an unassuming keyhole.  I hadn't even noticed the keyhole until our tour guide pointed it out  and told us to look through it. I looked first and what I saw took my  breath away. Through this seemingly normal keyhole was a spectacular  view of Rome with the dome of St. Peter's Basilica at the Vatican  perfectly framed in the center. What was awe-inspiring about this sight  was that this secret keyhole captured three countries in one glance:  Italy, the territory of Malta, and the Vatican City State.

When the tour guide explained this fact to us, Alexis squealed in  delight and looked through the keyhole. I watched as she gasped in awe  at what lay before her inside that keyhole, and something about her  reaction brought a smile to my face. It was probably my first genuine  smile since I had seen that text.

As we walked away from that keyhole, she grabbed my hand and smiled at  me with that warm, heart-stopping smile of hers that always made my  stomach flip. I realized then that she had smiled at me numerous times  during the trip before that point, but this was the first time I'd  allowed myself to notice. It was the first time it had hit me like a ton  of bricks and caused my hatred for her to immediately waver and  crumble. In this smile, I saw the sheer happiness on her face and knew  that I was the one who'd caused her to look so radiant. I wasn't sure  what it had been about that smile-about this woman-but at that moment, I  knew she was my ultimate weakness. When I was around her, I found it  hard to think rationally. I found it hard to stay mad at her.

"No!" I yelled aloud as hot water continued to beat down on my face. All  you really want with her is to fuck her, taste her, and make her scream  your name, I convinced myself. Fuck, I need to get over her!

I let out a huge sigh as I pounded my fist against the shower tiles.  Treat her like an expensive fuck! I needed to get my fill of her and  quit her cold turkey. She was my kryptonite and I had to think of her  like any other drug. They were addicting, fun and irresistible, but soon  the high was over. The greater the high, the greater the fall.

And with Alexis, she was my highest high and, therefore, my lowest low.  She had destroyed me, and what made it worse was she hadn't even  confessed yet. I had waited for it all week, but nothing. That drove me  crazy. I wanted to exact revenge on her, yet another part of me wanted  to give her the benefit of the doubt. I wasn't sure why, but the thought  that she was even remotely similar to my mother killed me. It was more  than I could bear and more than I was able to accept.                       
       
           



       

So this week, I had told myself to take a step back-have my fun with her  and wait until she told me everything. Maybe there was an explanation I  didn't see. Maybe she was the beautiful person I had pictured her to  be. Maybe she was still my Alex.

I rubbed my face with my hands and removed some excess water that was  running down my face. It wasn't until then that I realized that my  fingers were starting to prune.

How long have I been in here? I must have been in the shower for a good ten minutes without even realizing. But where's Alexis?