Chapter 209: The Devil Goes Back To His Ways (R18+)

?Biting back her burning humiliation, Anastasia forced her trembling fingers to move.

?She unbuttoned the sodden camel coat, letting the heavy wool slide down her arms and drop with a wet thud onto the floor. She took a step forward.

?Next came the ruined flats, kicked aside onto the dark wood. Another step.

?With every layer she shed, she took another agonizing step toward his desk, leaving a damp trail behind her in that freezing, quiet office.

?Her trembling fingers reached the top button of the soaked blouse, working it through the wet silk. Then the second. The third. The cold air rushed against her exposed collarbones and the valley of her chest, making her breath hitch.

?The moment she reached behind her back and unclipped her sheer lace bra, letting it fall away, the room shifted.

?Anastasia heard it... the sudden, rushed catch in his breath.

?Damian’s eyes hungrily devoured the sight of her bare, glistening skin. They burned into her with a raw, desperate ferocity. For a split second, the cold corporate malice vanished from his face, replaced by a terrifying hunger that made it look as if he wanted nothing more in this world... than her.

?He patted his thigh, gesturing to his expensive leather chair.

?"Sit here."

?Anastasia’s heart hammered wildly against her ribs. She knew exactly what happened the moment she sat on his lap.

?"Damian... we are in the office," she whispered, her face flushing scarlet against the dim room. "What if someone comes in? What if we get caught doing..."

?"Shh..." Damian cut her off, his dark eyes flashing with dangerous amusement. "This is exactly what makes it more thrilling, isn’t it?"

?Anastasia gasped.

?"I... I don’t want anyone to see me like this with you," she said, her voice cracking as she looked down at the floor, instinctively clutching her arms across her bare chest to hide from his piercing stare.

?"But you can’t refuse me."

?Her eyes shot up to meet his.

?The warmth in his gaze was entirely gone, replaced by the icy, inescapable authority of the contract she had signed on her knees in Pennsylvania.

?"Remember, Anastasia?" Damian purred, leaning forward across the desk, his voice a lethal promise that vibrated through the room. "You gave your soul to this Devil to pay off your debt. Now do what I say. Because if I have to start punishing you... the entire building is going to know exactly how Anastasia Vance screams in pleasure."

?Anastasia choked on her own breath. The threat hung heavy in the air, wrapping around her neck like an invisible leash.

?She couldn’t let that happen. She simply couldn’t.

?For the past few months, she had worked tirelessly on the thirty-fourth floor. She had pushed past the whispers, the dirty looks, and the cruel rumors about an heir.

Finally, she had earned respect among her colleagues. Clara, Marcus, the creative teams... They were finally starting to see her as an individual, a hard worker and a capable professional, rather than just Damian Sterling’s disgraced ex-wife.

?If Damian carried out his threat, if someone walked past that door and heard her, everything she had fought to rebuild would crash to the ground. She would be reduced to his plaything in the eyes of the world.

?"I..." She hesitated, her chest heaving as she swallowed her pride, forcing the burning embarrassment deep down into the back of her mind. "I’ll obey you."

?Damian’s dark eyes flared, a sinister, beautiful satisfaction rolling over his chiseled features.

?"This is getting fun, my beautiful doll," he murmured, his voice laced with thick, dark amusement. He didn’t hide the predatory hunger in his smile. "I like when you put up a little fight from time to time. It makes me want to watch you get lost in pleasure even more."

?He slowly brought his hand up toward hers, offering it like a king demanding his subject’s allegiance.

?Anastasia hesitated for a fraction of a second before her small, trembling hand slid into his large, warm palm. The contrast between his searing heat and her freezing skin made her shudder violently.

?With an effortless flick of his wrist, Damian gave a slight, commanding tug. He pulled her close, urging her body toward his.

?Anastasia didn’t fight the authority of his movement. Guided by his hands on her hips, she lifted her legs one by one, straddling his lap. She sank down onto his thighs, her bare, shivering skin making direct contact with the expensive fabric of his suit trousers.

?They were sitting face to face now. Impossibly close.

?The heat radiating off Damian’s broad chest was dizzying. Anastasia looked directly into his eyes, her heart hammering so hard she was certain he could feel it against his ribs. His gaze locked onto hers, dark, intense, and completely consuming, as if he were memorizing every line of her flushed face.

?Suddenly, his hand moved.

?His large palm slid down her bare, damp back, his long fingers trailing along her spine with a heavy, possessive warmth.

?Anastasia gasped loudly at the sudden sensation, her back arching instinctively into his touch.

?"You’re so cold..." Damian whispered, his hand spreading heat across her skin, anchoring her firmly against his chest. His thumb stroked her hip, his touch a confusing mix of possessive cruelty and intense desire. "Want me to warm you up, doll?"

?Unable to handle the sheer intensity of his gaze, Anastasia looked away from him, staring at the dark wood of his desk.

?Her tiny flicker of defiance only made his smirk deepen.

?He reached up, his rough fingers catching her chin and forcing her face back to his. He wouldn’t allow her to look anywhere else.

?"Why do you keep defying me, Ana?" He questioned, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble.

?There was a sudden edge of raw frustration bleeding through his arrogance.

?"I told you to not make me worry about you. But even then... you didn’t listen to me. You went out in this terrible storm just to deliver some meaningless reports?"

?"It... It was necessary..." she whispered, her voice trembling against the heat of his skin. "The department needed them by five. I had to do my job."

?"Shh..." Damian breathed down her jaw, his lips brushing against her sensitive skin, sending a violent wave of electricity straight to her core.

?He leaned in closer, his dark scent of expensive cologne, cedar, and rain completely clouding her mind until she couldn’t think straight. His lips hovered just a millimeter away from hers, his breath hot and commanding.

?"Nothing is more necessary than you being in my sight," he growled softly, his grip on her hips tightening with bruising force. "Nothing."

?Before she could even draw a breath to reply, Damian eliminated the remaining distance, crashing his lips down on hers with a bruising, desperate finality.

?Outside the high glass walls, the storm roared violently over Manhattan, but inside, the entire world narrowed down to the suffocating heat of his mouth and the brutal hunger of his touch.

?Shuddering against him, all Anastasia could think about was the terrifying truth burning through the darkness... her Devil ex-husband was entirely, hopelessly obsessed with her.

?And she was, yet again, completely at his mercy.

"I’m going to fuck you so hard Anastasia, that you won’t ever think of defying me again." He said, placing her on the glass table, swiping away the documents on it.

Damian did not just kiss Ana; he consumed her. He descends upon her body with a feral, starving intensity, as if he intended to devour every inch of her skin.

His lips are not soft, but demanding, his mouth molding to her curves with a bruising pressure. He started at her throat, sucking and biting into the delicate skin of her neck, marking her with deep, dark hickeys that will act as a warning to anyone who dares look at Anastasia tomorrow.

Damian slid down her body, his heavy frame shifting until he positioned himself between her thighs. He didn’t use a gentle touch; he spread her legs wide with a forceful, commanding grip, pinning her knees back toward her shoulders to give himself total, unobstructed access.

He stared at her for a heartbeat, his eyes burning with a cold, predatory hunger as he looked at the most intimate part of her.

He doesn’t hesitate. He dives in, his mouth crashing against her with a raw, animalistic intensity.

He didn’t just lick; he used his tongue with a punishing, rhythmic pressure, mimicking the violent thrusts of his hips. He treated her body like a feast, his tongue flicking and swirling with a relentless, demanding speed that left her gasping and arching off the glass table.

He is thorough and clinical, knowing exactly where to apply the most pressure to break her resolve. He suctioned her clitoris into his mouth, pulling and sucking with a force that borders on pain, his breath hot and ragged against her sensitive skin.

He didn’t stop when she trembled; he didn’t stop when she begged for air. He continued to devour her, his fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs to hold you still, ensuring she felt every wet, sliding movement of his tongue.

Open for me," he mumbled against her skin, his voice a muffled, guttural vibration that send shocks of electricity through her spine. "Let me taste how much you belong to me."