Free Shattered Innocence by Alexis Noelle Page B

the pressure more intense.
    “Yes!” My fingers are clawing at the sheets, trying to keep myself from losing control. His mouth lowers to my breast capturing it in his mouth. When his teeth graze my nipple, I scream and my body explodes around him.
    “Fuck yes.” He starts wilding pumping into me, his intensity is overwhelming. He keeps up his relentless pace until his body tenses and he groans. Damon collapses next to me on the bed, one arm thrown over his face. He is breathing fast, and his entire delectable body is covered in sweat. He is so damn sexy.
    When he peeks out from behind his arm and looks at me I wiggle my eyebrows.
    “Seriously? You’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”
    I laugh and climb on top of him. “At least it will be a pleasurable death.” Before Damon can say another word I lower myself on him taking every inch of him.
    ***
    I wake up in the morning with my body deliciously sore from the night before. I smile thinking of how Damon had passed out after round four. I can’t believe that I finally agreed to let him in. As much as it scares the shit out of me, it also excites me at the same time. I know that it will definitely be an adjustment for me. The only person in my life I have trusted for a long time is Lo.
    I feel Damon’s hand brush my skin, his fingers trailing up my side. I turn toward him and smile.
    “Anything you want to do before we leave today?”
    I can barely think as his hand continually moves across my skin. “Not really. Didn’t you say before that your family lived down here? Did you want to see them before we go back?”
    His hand stops, and his face becomes unreadable. “My sister lives down here. They’re on vacation though.”
    I have had people lie to my face my entire life and there is no doubt in my mind that he is now. I get up out of bed and head toward the bathroom. Turning on the shower, I curse myself for ever thinking that someone could be capable of being good to me. Why the hell is he lying about his family? Is he ashamed of me? That’s probably it. Who the fuck would want to take a hooker home to meet their family?
    As I step under the stream of water I let a single tear fall from my eye. I hear the bathroom door, but chose to not acknowledge his presence. I can feel him staring at me, and it’s so hard not to react to him. When the shower door opens and he steps in, my body stills. It’s like I’m drawn to him, my body just wants to mold itself to him. My head though, it knows that he is a douchebag who needs a good kick in the balls. Out of the corner of my eye I see his hand reach toward me. “Don’t you fucking touch me.”
    He doesn’t stop though and his hand grabs my elbow. I jam it back into his side making contact with his ribs and smiling at the groan he lets out. When I look back at him he is hunched over grasping his side, and I can’t help but giggle.
    I turn my back to him, but before I know what’s happening, he pushes me forward so that I’m now flush with the tile wall. He is pressed against my back and his dick is digging into my ass. I control the instinct to push back against him, because I know right now I’m supposed to hate his guts. His hands are resting over mine holding them above my head, and in this position I am at his mercy. I feel his chin on my shoulder. “Are you going to tell me what the hell caused the bitch switch to flip in that crazy ass head of yours?”
    Is he serious? He lies to my face and then has the nerve to insinuate I’m some crazy bitch. “Maybe the fact that you sat there and lied to my face. Don’t deny it either because I could tell right away. What is it Damon? Can’t take me home? What’s the saying again? You can’t turn a ho into a housewife.”
    His hands move quickly so that one of them is grasping both of my wrists and the other reaches around and cups my pussy. “Listen to me right the fuck now. I don’t think of you like that, so don’t insinuate shit.” He inserts two