The Husband Beside Me(26)

“Okay,” I said quietly as I left.

I saw Daimon’s town car and his driver Charlie who was waiting outside. He opened the car door the moment he saw me. I slid inside worried at what Daimon was doing in the bar. A few moments later, he came out and stepped inside. We sat in the car at a loss at what to do. I didn’t know what to say to him so I remained silent. I never wanted Daimon to know. I had no idea why, but I didn’t. Maybe I didn’t want to seem weak; maybe I didn’t want to see him do something on my behalf. I wasn’t sure, but I was afraid back then. Afraid of what would happen.

Once we made it back to the penthouse, I was prepared for Daimon to lash out, but he didn’t. He went up the stairs and to the bedroom. Drako danced around at my feet, following me up the stairs. Each step I took, the more dreadful I felt. I finally made it to the bedroom to find Daimon changing. He said nothing as he moved around the room. I sat down on the bed, still waiting.

“Why did you never tell me?” Daimon reemerged for the closet dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.

“I don’t know,” I said quietly.

“I could have protected you,” he said, his tone serious.

“Daimon, they wanted to get back at you and I was that way,” I said matter-of-factly.

“Did they really hit you?” he asked, coming closer to me.

“No, not really. Like Darren said, he was always there. Clara on the other hand, she was different. Darren couldn’t be there in the girls’ locker room,” I smiled faintly, trying not to remember the vicious moments of my life.

“I did nothing for you then. I caused you all that pain in high school. I’m so fucking pissed at you right now,” he said grimly.

“Me? Why?” I asked.

“First, you go over to Darren’s dressed like that. Second, I find out that my girl was bullied by others and never told me,” he seethed.

“You are insane!” I shouted, all the pent up anger I had spewed forward.

“How could you not tell me? For fuck’s sake, Addie, I ran the fucking school. I could have done anything I wanted and no one would’ve care,” he shouted.

“You ran the school? You could have done whatever you wanted?”

“You should have told me,” he cried out.

“Fuck you, Daimon. Fuck you!” I took abuse from not one spoilt kid, but many because of him.

“FUCK ME? FUCK ME?” he roared, his eyes nearly bugging out as he leaned toward me, beating his chest.

“YEAH, FUCK YOU!” I shouted back.

Daimon took two menacing steps forward and grabbed onto my face and forced a kiss on me. I tried to fight back, hitting him on the chest, but he was stronger than me. I felt the wall as I hit it hard with my back. His kiss was firm as he seized my mouth. His soft lips were rigid and demanding. He wanted me. I tried to push him off again, but my body grew weak with my need for him. My lips relaxed as my mouth opened to let him in. His tongue claimed ownership, as he began licking the seam of my lips. He pulled away just for a mere moment and then assaulted me again with his hot kisses. His hands moved down my body, touching me everywhere. He finally reached the end of my skirt and hiked it high over my thighs. I was left completely open to him as his hands caressed up and down my body. Finally, he grabbed onto my breasts and kneaded them roughly almost to the point of pain. God, I loved the pain.

I grabbed onto the nape of his neck and pulled him in, wanting more. He bit the lower part of my lip, making me whimper. I could faintly hear the sound of his zipper as he undid his jeans. He slid his leg between mine and pushed me up. My wet pussy lay on his thigh. I moved, seeking my sweet orgasm. Daimon growled as he reached for my button-down shirt and ripped at it, exposing my bra, the very bra he had bought me. He looked down and licked his lips. He then grabbed me from underneath my arms and pushed me up. He leaned in and devoured my breasts with his hot mouth. I grabbed at his hair, wanting more. He growled loudly as he put me down. Putting his finger inside my panties he pushed them to one side, causing another groan of need to escape my parted lips. His hard length nudged at my entrance, sipping on my essence. He then surged forward. I bucked up feeling how big he was and how tight I was around him. He groaned as his pelvis finally hit my mound. My pussy instantly became wetter, feeling Daimon’s possessiveness.

“Fuck me?” he challenged, his voice controlled as he pumped inside. “No, you, Addie, you are going to fucking fuck me. You’re going to fuck me hard,” he barked as he hammered away at me. I clasped my hands around his neck as he rocked into me.

“You dress like that only for me,” he said in a tortured voice. “Only for my eyes.”