Free Corrupted by Alicia Taylor, Natalie Townson Page B

it purposefully. I need it for the next phase of my plan.
    I pull it over my head before pulling on a fresh pair of underwear, and make my way to the living room. It’s early yet, not even ten pm. I don’t like the silence. It’s strange how some silences can be deathly loud. This is one of those silences. I realise I miss my room at Damon's. Pulling out my mobile I call for a taxi. I’d rather wait for Damon to come home then wait here alone.
    I pull up to Damon's house an hour later. The house is dark which means that Damon is still at the charity event. I sigh before paying for the ride.
    Pulling out the key he gave me I let myself in, dropping my bag, dress, and shoes on floor. I jump when I hear him.
    “Where the hell have you been?” he growls. My hand moves along the wall to find the light switch. He is sitting at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes look sad but his body is tense for a fight.
    “I was with Tom. I didn’t realise I needed to keep you updated on my whereabouts,” I snap, feeling frustrated. He has no right to question me and certainly no right to use that tone of voice with me.
    “So you spend the night dry humping my brother, then you leave with your date, who happened to have a quick fuck in the closet room might I add, and you come home in a different outfit. Is that his fucking shirt?” He is looking at me with pure rage and it fuels my anger.
    Rage. I’m good with that. I can deal with rage. I take a step towards him, thinking about my words, trying to find the right ones to get the best reaction from him.
    “Yes it’s his shirt. I didn’t see the point in getting dressed after we messed around.” I let it hang in the air.
    “After you messed around? What the fuck does that mean, Ella? Did you fuck him?” He roars the last words at me making me jump. Oh he’ll feel bad for that move.
    “No. We didn’t get that far,” I snap. His body sags with relief. Time to take back that relief. “We’ve made arrangement for tomorrow night instead.” It’s a whisper but I know he heard me. He slumps down on the stairs, looking shocked, like he is trying his hardest not to believe me.
    I go and stand in front of him, he has his head in his hands, a nd I have to resist the urge to run my fingers through his hair.
    “Why?” he whispers. I barely heard him. He looks up as he continued to speak, “Why do you do it? Is it all a game to you?”
    “No.” He’s getting too close to the mark with all this game talk. “Every woman has needs.”
    “Is that what you like, Ella? To just fuck? Because I can do that baby. I can fuck you until you’re screaming. I can fuck you all night long, until you beg me to stop. You know I can.” His hand reaches between my legs and I clamp them closed, keeping his hand in place. He lifts my shirt, running his other hand over my stomach, taking the material with it before completely removing it.
    “Damon.” It comes out as a breathy whisper but it’s all it takes. He pulls me towards him ripping my panties off me in one pull. I reach down to unfasten his trousers, pulling his already hard cock free.
    Damon pulls me down on top of him so I straddle his thighs. His massive cock fills my pussy in one push, stretching me. I can’t help the moan that escapes my throat. I cry out his name, it doesn’t even sound like me, as he pummels up into me again and again. It’s raw, hard, and carnal. I have never been fucked like this before. I feel every single inch of him.
    “Fuck, Ella. Why does it feel this good? You’re so fucking tight. Your pretty little pussy likes to pull me in, likes to squeeze me,” he groans. His raspy words take me to the edge. Pleasure explodes in my core, spreading out through my body. “It’s never felt this good before.” His words only add fire to my already burning pussy. I bite down on his shoulder as I feel my orgasm building.
    He pistons into me, holding me in place with his hands on my hips, grunting and groaning his