The Devil Behind Me(57)

WICKED GAME


Chris Isaak’s “Wicked Game” played throughout the penthouse as Daimon waited at the end of the foyer with his hands deep into his jeans’ pockets as he watched me. I stepped forward and took off my shoes. The bottoms of my jeans were soaked as I stepped on them. My clothes were dripping wet, making a little puddle where I stood. We both were silent. I looked right at him; the look he gave me with his crystal blue eyes was my undoing. I needed him. I wanted him. My eyes never wavered as I nearly ran to him. He took his hands out of his jeans and grabbed onto me as he kissed me; his lips were hard and fast.

I drove my hands into his hair and pulled him closer. I wanted him to be inside me, I yearned for his touch. I wanted his hands all over me, taking away all the pain I felt inside. He lowered his hands, grabbed onto my butt, and lifted me up. Daimon threw me against the wall, onto a small table in his foyer. Whatever was on the table crashed onto the floor. Our embrace never once broke as we hungrily went at each other. He yanked at my shirt and pulled it over my head; in the split second it took him to take off my shirt, his mouth found its way back to my neck, feasting on me. I held onto him, forcing him to stay as close to me as he could. He growled as he licked and bit me. My head fell back as I enjoyed his lips. The heat of his hands worked my cold body into a frenzy. I grabbed at his shirt, nearly ripping it off. He pulled back and yanked it off. His beautiful cream-colored skin showed his lean muscles. He looked at me breathlessly; his eyes were demanding, his lips slightly parted, waiting to see what I wanted. I leaned up and wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling me up. I began to wildly lick and kiss him. His taste was mouthwatering as I greedily went at him. Daimon grabbed onto me and held me close as he carried me to the bottom of his stairs. He reached between us and unbuttoned my jeans. I sat on the step and watched him through hooded eyes. With one swift move, Daimon yanked my jeans off. He looked at me as he knelt down between my legs. He smiled a toothless grin, as he pulled my thighs toward him. He undid the top button of his jeans and took out his cock.

His length instantly found my pussy as he slid in with ease. Daimon grunted under his breath as he began to fuck me. He rocked into me over and over again, pushing hard inside me. This is what I wanted. I wanted to lose myself and Daimon was the perfect one to fulfill my need. He continued to hammer into me; as his head fell back, he moaned low into his chest. I reached up and clawed at him, urging him deeper into me. He growled as he reached for my waist and held onto it desperately seeking his release. The mere look on his face made my insides wither away. I could feel my orgasm coming. It barreled down fast and hard. I cried out as it rippled through me, my body shook uncontrollably, but Daimon still continued to fuck me. He surged harder now, he was barely in control. He hissed in a tortuous voice as he yanked himself out of me and came onto my stomach.

I lay on his steps, breathless. He looked down at me, his icy blue eyes wanting an answer, but it was an answer I wasn’t going to give him. I shook my head and looked away. I finally found my bearings as I pushed him off me. I found my jeans and shirt and got dressed. I could hear Drako whimpering upstairs. I headed to the elevator not bothering to even look at Daimon.

“Addie,” he said low, but I said nothing and continued to leave. “At least let me drive you home,” he said angrily.

“No,” I said quietly as the elevator doors opened. I walked in but kept my back to him. I only turned around when the doors closed behind me. Now Daimon and I were finally done. Whatever I was feeling for him would go away and I would no longer need to seek him out. He and I were finally in the past and I would be able to move on with my life as though he was never part of it.



I made my way to my street and saw an ambulance in front of my house. I stopped in mid-stride. My heart jumped up my throat as I watched closely; the paramedics were pushing a gurney, rushing it to the ambulance.

“Daddy!” I cried out as I ran toward them. One of the paramedics saw me running to them. “Are you the daughter of Mr. Sakis?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, trying to see him in the ambulance.

“Get in then,” he said as he helped me inside. I sat next to the other paramedic who was helping my father. I began to cry, watching him unconscious with various tubes attached to him. He looked like he was on death’s doorstep with his sunken eyes and pale skin.

“Daddy,” I whispered as I reached for his hand and held it. He was cold and lifeless. “Daddy, I'm so sorry,” I sobbed holding on to him tightly.





HOSPITAL


They had taken my father to the emergency room. I was left despondent and completely wrecked for what felt like hours. I stood next to him, waiting and worrying. I had done this to him. I pushed him too hard and triggered an episode. After a few hours, I watched as a few doctors converged and spoke about him, looking through my father’s chart.