14 CHAPTER 14

Lie found herself at the wash area with her hamper full of used clothes. She'd rather do something trivial like do her laundry than think about her meddling grandfather and how Damien had glared at her brother a while ago. She didn't want to have any hopes that he was jealous of Gold. He shouldn't be. They were just sex friends. She knew that, after all, she was the one who laid down the rules.

She separated the whites from the colored clothes, slowly realizing that half of the clothes there were not hers. Some were his. They had been sharing a room so frequently that they were more roommates now than he and Nat.

She picked up a shirt and his scent got to her even before she saw who it belongs to. Her heart throbbed when she held his shirt and pressed it against her chest. No strings attached, Calliope. No strings attached. You're sex friends. Friends with benefits are not supposed to fall in love. You're not falling in love with him. She hugged his shirt tighter before letting it go.

She shook her head and put his shirt among the whites and threw them all into the machine before taking all the underwear—his and hers—to the tiled area for her usual scrubbing. She dumped them all into a basin and filled it with water, mind still crowded by the look of murder in Damien's eyes. Why did he look like he was prepared to squeeze the life out of Gold? Why did he seem like murder would have been committed if she didn't explain to him? Why did it give her a sense of joy?

She started to rinse the underwear quietly, her chin propped on her knee while she imagined Damien as someone who was not just a sex friend. He'd be someone worth marrying. Wouldn't that be awesome? She let herself dream and imagine for a while as her hands scrubbed some of the dirt from the undies with water before tossing them to a small basin already filled with soapy water. He would be a lawyer and her, a professor. They would both be busy but they'd still make time for each other.

He'd free his time during lunch if they didn't manage to share a breakfast together. They'd prepare dinner together and end the night with lovemaking.

She shook her head at that. Marriage was not for her. Not yet anyway. And she doesn't even know if it would be something Damien would want to share with her or with anyone at all. Marriage and sex relationships have a huge gap between them after all.

Before she gets married, she wanted to reach her goals and make a name for herself without riding her family's coattails first. She wanted to be a good person. She wanted to do a lot before she could settle down. And settling down means more responsibilities. She wasn't sure if she could handle that. She wanted to be a hands-on partner and mother if she ever had children in the future.

Her mind made a beeline to Damien once again. He was a good person. He was definitely someone who was a catch in the lottery of marriage. He would be a good husband and father to his children. He would be responsible and logical enough to solve any problem that may arise in the relationship. He was a catch. Period.

Was it a mistake to drag him into her sexual ventures? Should she have just stayed out of his way and continued to just fantasize about him? She had a lot of questions and she didn't know the answers. What she knew was that she enjoyed every moment with him and his sister. She enjoyed every night that she felt his body against hers, and every morning when the warmth of his arms kept her from freezing. She enjoyed him. She shouldn't want more. She—

A yelp escaped from her lips when she found herself being heaved from the safety of the floor then being pushed against the cold, hard wall. She barely had enough time to see who it was but she knew that scent. She knew those strong arms. There was no question in her mind. There was no fear at all despite the seemingly violent actions he was making. Damien's lips covered hers as his body kept her suspended and pressed against the wall.

Hunger ate at both of them. Hands roamed. Teeth bit. Mouths clashed. Clothes disappeared. Heat devoured them as they pulled and pushed at each other for more.

She cupped his face and looked into his eyes and saw the need that reflected in his eyes. Her reflection showed an equally huge need. She knew that that same need was obvious on her face, too. She didn't even dare to hide it. She wanted and needed him. "Fuck me… here… now…" she demanded and wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer to her naked body. "I want it hard… and fast…." Her walls received him wholeheartedly and wrapped around his member like a vice when he pushed in into her. "Oh, gods… yes…" Heaven will never feel this great.

With her head thrown back, his mouth had enough skin to mark and to own. His hands were hard and rough against her skin. They would leave bruises but she didn't care. She lived for each and every earth-shattering thrust he put her through. With her thighs wide open, his whole member could slide in and out of her without any problem at all. Her fingers wrapped around his hair and pulled him against her body. She was a slut for him. Her body craved for his touches, for his hungry bites.

She was not a delicate flower that he had to take care of. She was delicate. Like a bomb that was always prepared to explode. One wrong move and you'll find yourself shattered and useless.

Every time they did it, it was hard. It was rough. But today, it was more. It was as if something inside them had snapped and opened up their hungrier sides. He grabbed her wrists and locked them over her head with one hand while his other hand latched on her thigh painfully hard even as his hips thrust into her with more power and rage than he had ever done before.

Oh god… it aroused her, even more, to see him like this. Powerful. Possessive. On fire. Wonderful.

Each thrust drove her to the edge of insanity. Her breath was shallow and came in huffs but she smiled up at him and offered her lips to him. "Kiss me… Please… Damien…"

He obeyed and caught her lower lip between his teeth, and gave it a suck. "Fuck, Callie… You drive me crazy…" he whispered and let her wrists go so he could hold both of her thighs and pull her away from the wall. "Hold on tight," his thrusts made her bounce hard and come down to his cock harder than before, pushing him deeper into her tight and wet hole.

"Damien!" she gasped out at the force her body was taking and threw her head back. She held on to the man who both sent her to outer space and anchored her to reality. "Oh, Gods… You've lost… ah… nnn~~~ You've lost… your mind… Ah!" her climax was so groundbreaking and sudden that she was afraid she'll explode in the process. Her breath was literally and figuratively taken away from her.

Her body sagged against his as she panted to catch her breath. He held her tightly as they waited for the spasms to ebb. Their combined heat made any furnace seem cold.

"I'm not done yet, Callie," he whispered and pulled out of her wet cavern with a wet pop. His cock was now covered with her juices and if that wasn't enough to bring her back to life, she didn't know what would. He put her down and kissed her forehead gently before he sat down on the wooden chair while still supporting her weight since she couldn't trust her legs to keep her up at all. He positioned her so her back was on him and made her sit down--her legs on either side of his, opening her up widely--his cock pushing between the folds of her womanhood until it was wrapped in silky muscles once more. She relaxed and leaned her head back against his shoulder.

His hands cupped her small breasts and squeezed them gently while his lips and tongue tasted her neck and shoulder. He didn't move yet. Not yet. He just held her like that--open and pliant for him to take in any way he wanted to take her.

She realized that the washing machine was still going as if her world had not just been rocked hard and shattered. The world around her went on like usual while her heart and mind warred. Everything around them continued on as if she was not being taken into another world by this man who was still buried inside her.

With a slight turn of her head, her lips found his and their kiss was gentle and slow. Her body trembled from his caress. He would rub her jaw with his thumb lightly before he slid his hand down to her neck inch by inch as if to memorize all the ridges and mounds of her body. His lips continued to tease her earlobe.

She closed her eyes to amplify the feeling of his touches on her body.

"I love your body," he whispered against her ear as his right hand cupped her left breast and pinched her nipple, making her shiver and moan. "It's so sensitive." His left hand traced her side and grabbed her thigh gently before sliding to massage her inner thigh.

She could feel the curve of his lips against her cheek as his right hand continued to play with her nipple. Oh, she was sensitive right there. Her breasts seemed to be too thirsty for attention that they just rose and gulped out the sensations being offered to them.

She let out a gasp when his left hand found her clit and teased it. "D-Damien!" Her eyes flew open at that and forced her to look at him again.

"See what I mean?" his voice was husky and mischievous as he pinched that sensitive nub and sent Lie arching up and shivering, tightening around his rock hard manhood even more. His chuckle was deep and low even as he planted more tiny kisses on Lie's neck. "It's just begging to be touched and to be kissed. It's begging to be marked and to be teased." He pushed his finger inside her already filled hole and her walls latched down on both finger and cock hungrily.

She reached down and held onto his left wrist before looking over her shoulder to look into his eyes. "What's… What's going on with you?" she asked, mind already blurring up from the need and heat of the moment. This was so different from the usual. Oh, gods… her mind was going blank. She's going crazy. Stupid.

He cupped her face and kissed her deep and long, pushing his tongue into her awaiting mouth to taste and gulp her up, and moved his hips up to bounce her on top of him.

Soon enough, she was so much into the pleasure to even remember her question. His rapid and harsh breathing fuelled her lust. She grasped his thighs and started to move her hips on her own, giving him a show of her tiny and lithe body bouncing and owning his cock.

He grabbed her waist and bit his lower lip, baring his pearly whites as he thrust up to meet all her movements.

The sound of flesh meeting another wet body filled the wash area. Her moans sounded so primal to her. It was as if her body didn't belong to her anymore. It belonged to him. Only he can pleasure her this way.

She took his hand and kissed it in the midst of her torrential moment. Gods, she wanted him. She moaned when he pulled her back to him and ravished her lips while still rocking her world with his hips.

The throbbing inside her alarmed her of what was coming. She was prepared for it. She wanted him to explode inside her. Again and again. She wanted him to feel her body squeezing the juices out of him. She threw her hands over her head and pulled his against hers. "Cum for me… Fill me…"

His growl was animal-like as he held her body and squeezed her as he shot out into her with a grunt.

Lie watched Damien hang the clothes up outside the mansion while she sat by the door. Her chin was propped on the palm of her hand as her mind rewound what had happened in the wash area. They didn't talk about it but her body still hummed from the need and the action. There were aches and throbs all over her body. Her womanhood felt like it was throbbing too.

His eyes would land on her every once in a while before his lips curved up in a naughty smile. It drove her crazy but she let him be. Her feelings for him were becoming dangerous but she was too addicted to stop it yet. She wanted to do it more.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Damien sat on his heels in front of Lie and smiled. "Everything alright?"

She smiled and nodded. "Definitely. I was just thinking about how hot you looked doing such homely chores," she teased, reaching over to cup his handsome face.

He just shook his head and pulled her up as he stood up. "Well, you'll be surprised if you knew everything I can do." He wound his arm around her waist and pulled her against his body as they walked into the house.