Chapter 2

Damian's Pov I could feel her trembling slightly under my touch. I was acutely aware that she was offering herself to me not out of affection, but for revenge, to vent her emotions. I didn't care. I'd wanted her since the moment I first saw her at a family gathering three years ago, when Ethan paraded her around like a trophy. Even then, when she'd barely spoken a word, I was already falling for her. But her eyes held no place for me. I never made a move, only watched her from afar in secret. I just never imagined she would come to me willingly. The elevator doors closed behind us, and instantly she pressed against me, her lips finding mine with desperate hunger. I tasted the sweet liquor on her tongue as my hands found her waist, pulling her closer. "Are you sure?" I asked, breaking the kiss. I needed to hear her say it. She didn't respond with words, only silenced me with another kiss. Her inexperienced technique was already driving me wild. The elevator chimed open to my penthouse, and I lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her inside. Her lips never left mine, hungry and demanding. I pressed her against the wall, grinding against her, letting her feel how much I wanted her. "Bedroom," she breathed against my mouth, her hands already working the buttons of my shirt. I carried her there, laying her down on the black silk sheets before stepping back to remove my shirt. Her eyes darkened as she took in my chest, my abs, the trail of hair leading down to my pants. "You look perfect," she whispered, sitting up to pull her own top over her head. Her lace bra barely contained her full breasts, and the sight made my mouth water. I growled, moving toward her and capturing her mouth again. My hands found her breasts, squeezing, teasing her nipples through the delicate fabric until she arched against me, moaning. I unhooked her bra, revealing perfect round breasts topped with rosy peaks that begged for my attention. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while my hands worked the button of her jeans. She gasped, fingers tangling in my hair, pressing me tight against her chest. "Please," she begged, helping me push down her jeans and panties. "I need to feel you." I quickly shed my remaining clothes, watching her eyes widen as she saw my hardened length, ready for her. "Damn, you're big," she whispered, reaching for me. I caught her hand, bringing it to my lips. I moved between her legs, trailing kisses down her stomach until I reached her core. She was already wet for me, her sweet scent driving me crazy. I ran my tongue through her folds, finding her clit and circling it slowly. "Oh God," she moaned, her hips bucking against my mouth. I slid one finger inside her, then another, feeling how tight she was. Too tight. I looked up, suddenly realizing. "Victoria," I said hoarsely, "are you a virgin?" Her eyes flew open, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "Does it matter?" Arthur howled with primal satisfaction inside me. My brother, that fool, had never fully claimed her. She would be mine—only mine. "It matters," I said, moving up to kiss her again, this time more gently. "I promise I'll make it feel good." I reached for protection from the nightstand, rolling it on before positioning myself between her thighs, pressing against her entrance. She shook her head, pulling me closer. "Please, Damian. Give it to me!" I pushed forward slowly, feeling her stretch around me. She winced, nails digging into my back. I stopped, letting her adjust. "Breathe, beautiful," I murmured, kissing her neck, her jaw, her lips. "Just breathe." When she relaxed, I pushed deeper, one smooth stroke breaking through her barrier. She cried out, and I swallowed the sound with my mouth, kissing her deeply while staying still inside her. "Incredible," I groaned, fighting every instinct to move. "So tight, so perfect." After a moment, she began moving beneath me, hips rising to meet mine. I took the hint and started moving, slow and shallow at first, gradually deepening as her discomfort transformed into pleasure. "More," she gasped, legs wrapping around my waist. "Harder." I complied, thrusting into her with increased force, watching her face transform with pleasure. Head thrown back, lips parted, eyes half-closed—she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. "That's it," I encouraged as she began meeting my thrusts. "Ah! Fuck me harder!" Her words drove me even wilder. I changed our position, pulling her on top of me without breaking our connection. She gasped at the new angle, hands braced on my chest, and began riding me. "Oh fuck," she moaned, her hips finding a rhythm that had us both gasping. "Damian, I—I'm close." I reached between us, my thumb finding her clit and circling it as she moved. "Come for me, Victoria," I commanded, feeling my own release building. "Let me feel you." She shattered above me, her inner walls clamping down on my length as she cried out my name. Watching her fall apart pushed me over the edge, and I thrust up hard, growling as I emptied myself into the protection. She collapsed onto my chest, both of us breathing heavily.