Chapter 118
Aria pov
Applause filled the ballroom as cameras flashed. I felt Damien’s thumb stroke across my knuckles, hidden behind the podium.
As we stepped down from the stage, people surrounded us immediately. Questions flew from all directions.
“Ms. Monroe, how will this affect Monroe Global’s international operations p>
“Mr. Blackwood, what prompted this decision p>
“Will there be restructuring p>
“How will dual CEO leadership work in practice p>
Damien fielded questions smoothly, his hand still holding mine. When someone asked about our “personal relationship,” he simply said, “We’re focused on building a successful business partnership p>
The non-answer spoke volumes.
Finally, after what felt like hours of schmoozing and answering questions, Damien leaned close, his breath hot against my ear. “Let’s get out of here p>
“We can’t just leave our own announcement party p>
“Watch me.” His hand slid to the small of my back. “We’ve done our duty, i need to get you alone p>
The promise in his voice sent shivers down my spine. The car was waiting outside, the driver holding the door open. Damien helped me in, his hand lingering on my waist longer than necessary. The interior was dark, private, the partition between us and the driver already raised.
As soon as the door closed, the tension that had been building all evening exploded.
Damien didn’t move to his side of the seat. He stayed close, his thigh pressed against mine. The leather was cool beneath me, but his body radiated heat.
“You were brilliant up there,” he murmured, his hand finding my knee. “Commanding. Powerful, every man in that room wanted to fuck you—and every woman wanted to be you p>
“Damien” I tried, but his fingers were already moving, sliding upward with slow, deliberate intent, pushing the clinging red silk higher inch by torturous inch until it bunched around the tops of my thighs.
“Shh.” His lips found the tender spot just below my ear, kissing, then sucking lightly, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “The driver can’t see a thing through the tint and the partition p>
His hand continued its ascent, warm and sure, fingertips tracing the edge of my lace panties before slipping beneath the delicate fabric without hesitation. My breath hitched sharply.
“This dress has been torturing me all night,” he whispered hotly against my throat, voice thick with hunger. “Watching your hips sway, knowing your cunt is bare under here except for this tiny scrap of lace. Knowing how wet you get when you’re angry and turned on at the same time p>
“We shouldn’t” The protest dissolved into a gasp as two long fingers parted my slick folds, stroking upward until they found my swollen clit and circled it with devastating precision.
“Tell me to stop.” His tone was dark, commanding, almost threatening in its softness. His fingers dipped lower, sliding through my drenched entrance, coating themselves in my arousal before pushing inside me—slow, deep, stretching me open with one smooth thrust. “Tell me you don’t want my fingers fucking you right here in the back of my car p>
I couldn’t speak. My head dropped back against the supple leather, a broken whimper escaping despite my best efforts.
“Quiet,” he warned, his free hand rising to cover my mouth—gentle but firm, palm warm against my lips. “Can’t have the driver hearing how soaked my womans pussy is for me. Though if we were truly alone His fingers curled inside me, stroking that sensitive spot that made my hips jerk involuntarily. “I’d bend you over this seat, spread you wide, and fuck you so deep you’d feel me for days p>
The heel of his hand ground against my clit with every thrust of his fingers, the wet, obscene sounds of my arousal filling the confined space despite my attempts to stay silent. Heat coiled viciously low in my belly, tighter and tighter.
“You’re dripping down my wrist,” he growled against my neck, satisfaction dripping from every word. “Been thinking about this? About my cock splitting you open again? About how hard I’d make you come p>
I couldn’t answer—could barely breathe. His fingers pumped faster, deeper, the pads dragging relentlessly against my front wall while his thumb worked merciless circles over my pulsing clit.
“That’s it,” he breathed, lips brushing my earlobe. “Come all over my fingers, Aria. Let me feel this tight little pussy squeeze me the way it used to, let me feel how much you still need me p>
The combination—his thick fingers stretching me, curling, thrusting, his thumb pressing hard and steady—snapped the last thread of control. My thighs clamped around his hand as pleasure detonated through me in brutal, shuddering waves. I bit down on the inside of my cheek to muffle the cry, body arching, inner walls fluttering and clenching rhythmically around his invading fingers as orgasm tore through me.
Damien held me through every tremor, his movements gentling but never stopping completely, drawing out the aftershocks until I was trembling, boneless against the seat.
When my lashes finally fluttered open, he was watching me with raw, predatory satisfaction—eyes black with lust, jaw clenched tight with his own unspent need.
Slowly, deliberately, he withdrew his fingers, glistening and coated with my release. Our eyes locked as he brought them to his mouth. His tongue slid out, lapping first one finger, then the other, tasting me with slow, deliberate strokes.
“Best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted,” he rasped, voice wrecked with hunger. “Sweet” He leaned closer, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “And I’m still starving, Aria. When we get home, I’m going to spread you on my bed, bury my face between your thighs, and eat this perfect cunt until you beg me to stop. “
The promise made my pulse race all over again.
The penthouse elevator doors closed behind us with a soft chime. We were alone, the space suddenly feeling too small, too intimate.
Damien didn’t give me time to think. He backed me against the cool mirrored wall, his broad frame caging me in. The hard length of his cock pressed insistently against my lower belly through the fine wool of his tuxedo pants—thick, rigid, throbbing with the same need that had been building since the car. I could feel every pulsing inch of him, the heat of him searing through layers of fabric.
“Damien” I gasped as he rolled his hips forward in a slow, deliberate grind, dragging the heavy ridge of his erection right over my still-sensitive clit.