*Isabella's POV*
His words hung in the air, a command that went through my brain and went straight to my fucking core. "Then you know what to do."
My fingers, trembling slightly, went to the hem of my t-shirt. I didn't hesitate. I pulled it over my head, letting it drop to the floor. His eyes were on me, dark and intense, tracking my every move. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, pushing them and my panties down in one smooth motion until I stood before him, completely naked and exposed. There was no shame, only a raw, thrilling anticipation.
He closed the distance between us in a single stride, his hands cupping my face as he claimed my lips in a dominating, possessive kiss. It wasn't gentle; it was a marking, a burning reminder of who was in charge. And as his tongue swept into my mouth, his hands roamed my body, something incredible happened. All the shitty, insecure feelings, the jealousy, the fear—it all just fucking evaporated under his touch.
I knew my worth. I'd always been confident in myself, in my skin. But these new feelings, this toxic jealousy, were taking over my mind, and I knew it wasn't healthy. Maybe it was the fear of being rejected, of being forgotten, I didn't know what the fuck it was. But I knew one thing: Damien had all day tomorrow to show me what I meant to him in a clothed, sensible manner. Right now, in this moment, I needed his body to scream the words his mouth hadn't said yet.
He broke the kiss, his eyes burning into mine. Then, in a move that surprised me, he swept me up into his arms. He carried me to the bed and placed me gently on the soft duvet, a deliberate contrast to the merciless fucking he was about to give me.
He stripped off his own clothes with an efficiency that was both incredibly hot and a little terrifying. His dick was hard and ready, a testament to his desire. He leaned over, pulling a condom from the pocket of his discarded trousers and ripped it open with his teeth, rolling it on with practiced ease.
And then he was on me. There was no warning, no slow build-up. No foreplay. He spread my legs with his knees and drove into me, hard and deep, burying his cock to the hilt in my pussy in one powerful thrust. I cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure. He set a brutal pace, fucking me fast and mercilessly, his hips slamming against mine, the sound of our bodies meeting echoing in the quiet room.
He was a man possessed, taking what he wanted, what I was so willingly giving. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he pounded into me, over and over again. The pressure built inside me, a tidal wave of sensation, and just as I felt myself stumbling on the edge, he'd slow down, or change his angle, denying me my release.
"Not yet, sweetheart," he'd growl, his voice a low command against my ear. "You'll cum when I say you can."
He did it again and again, pushing me higher and higher, only to pull me back from the brink of an orgasm. It was exquisite torture. I was a squirming, begging mess beneath him, my nails digging into his back, my body pleading for release.
Finally, when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "Cum for me," he commanded.
And I did. My orgasm shattered through me with the force of a fucking earthquake, a violent, all-consuming wave of pleasure that left me screaming his name, my vision going white. My pussy clenched around his dick, milking him, and with a final, husky groan, he found his own release, his body shuddering against mine as he emptied himself into the condom.
We collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs, both of us breathing heavily, our bodies still trembling from the intensity of it all. The only sound in the room was our ragged breaths, and in that moment, everything was fucking perfect.
We lay there for a while, my body was a delicious, pleasant ache, a stark reminder of the merciless fucking he'd just given me. I felt his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back, and I shivered, a wave of contentment washing over me.
Then, his voice broke the silence, low and firm. "Take your things to my bedroom and unpack there."
I pushed myself up on my elbows, my heart doing a weird little flip-flop. "What?" I asked, my voice coming out all nervous and slightly high-pitched. I was completely fucking thrown. We'd just had a massive argument, then makeup sex and now this?
He propped himself up on his side to face me, his expression serious, but his eyes were soft. "I want you in my room," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Where you belong."
The words hit me with the force of a physical blow. Where you belong. It was so possessive, so fucking... final. A part of me wanted to scream, "You don't own me!" but another, bigger part of me, the part that was still reeling from jealousy and insecurity, felt a profound sense of relief. Like I'd finally been given a place I was meant to be.
He must have seen the war waging inside me because he leaned in and kissed my forehead. "I'll go take a shower," he said, swinging his legs off the bed. "We're going out for dinner."
"Out?" I asked, sitting up properly, the duvet pooling around my waist. "But... I've seen Violetta cooking delicious meals.," I countered, a little confused. It seemed a waste to go out when there was perfectly good food here.
He turned back to me from the doorway, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, I want to go out with you," he said, his tone making it clear this wasn't up for debate.
"Okay," I replied, feeling a blush creep up my neck. Fucking hell, this man could switch from dominant and demanding to sweet and romantic in the space of a heartbeat.
"And tomorrow at noon," he added, leaning against the doorframe, "I want to show you something."
"Show you what?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"It's a surprise," he said, that familiar, annoyingly charming smirk back on his face.
I rolled my eyes, a playful retort on my lips. "I hope we won't have to fucking fly for four hours for another surprise," I said sarcastically.
He let out a deep, genuine laugh that filled the room. "Just fifteen minutes by car, I promise," he said, before walking back over and planting a soft, lingering kiss on my cheek. Then he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me sitting there, a dizzying mix of emotions swirling inside me.