Chapter 315 I wanted you to fuck me

Chapter 315: Chapter 315 I wanted you to fuck me

Aria’s POV

By the time we got back upstairs to the unit, the courtyard below had gone quiet again.

I stood at the window with my arms crossed, watching the ambulance pull out through the front gate, its lights swallowing themselves into the dark of the street. Something behind my ribs pulled tight, and I felt my brow knit before I could stop it.

Damian came up behind me. His arms slid around me, crossing over my chest, and he set his chin against the top of my head.

"You feel sorry for her," he said. Not a question.

"Her heart isn’t good. And she was worked up past anything I’ve ever seen." I let out a slow breath. "This time she took it hard."

"Even if something happens to her, none of it lands on you." His voice came low, unhurried, right against my ear. "And besides, this time I was the one who broke her. A woman who treated you the way she did—if she drops dead over it, she earned it."

I knew he only said things like that to me. I knew it was temper, not truth. But hearing it fall out of him so calm, so even, still sent a thin cold current sliding down my nerves.

"Don’t talk like that." I turned in his arms until I was facing him. "We don’t ever have to think about these people again. That’s the whole point. I just want you to be all right."

It was strange. He was the most controlled man I’d ever met—measured with everyone, immovable in a room full of Alphas twice his age. But somewhere along the way, every time it came down to me, he tipped. He picked a side, and the side was always mine.

I stopped looking out the window. I pressed myself into his chest instead and wrapped both arms around him, as far as they’d reach.

He was the kind of man who ignored his own wounds out of sheer habit. He could take a knife to himself and not blink. But let anything touch what he’d claimed as his, and he came alive with something almost feral, reacting to a threat against me faster than he’d ever react to one against himself.

I understood that about him now. And I understood, too, that I was the one thing that steadied it. I could be the thing that pulled him back out of the dark, the medicine that shortened the time he spent inside it. A little more, every time.

"All right," I said against his shirt. "Whatever you say. I’ll listen to you."

His hand came up to the back of my neck, gentle, and I felt him go still under me.

"Say that again," he murmured. "I want to hear it."

"I said I’ll listen to you." I tipped my head back to look up at him, and there was that thing in his eyes, that thing that only ever surfaced for me—the ice all gone out of it, nothing left but heat. "Don’t push your luck, Blackwood."

"Too late.sweetheart."

He kissed me before I could answer.

It wasn’t careful. It wasn’t the kind of kiss you give someone after a long, ugly afternoon.

His mouth came down on mine like he had been holding himself on a leash the entire time we were downstairs and the leash had finally snapped.

One hand fisting in my hair, the other locked at the small of my back so I had nowhere to go but into him.

I made a sound against his teeth and he swallowed it, tongue pushing into my mouth like he meant to take the rest of the day out of me and leave only this.

"There she is," he murmured. "That’s my girl."

"I know—"

"Then act like it."

He walked me backward until my shoulders hit the wall beside the window. The blinds were still half open.

Anyone down in the courtyard who looked up hard enough might have seen the shape of us, and the thought of it sent a stupid, shameful pulse straight between my legs. Damian felt it. Of course he did.

His thigh shoved up between mine and he pressed, slow and mean, until I had to bite down on a sound.

"Already wet," he muttered, almost to himself. His hand slid under my dress, palm dragging up the inside of my thigh, and when his fingers found the soaked fabric of my underwear he made a low, ugly little laugh.

"Christ, Aria. Just a kiss and you soak through your panties like a desperate little thing. Is that what does it for you? Watching me ruin them?"

"That’s not—"

Two fingers pushed the fabric aside and sank into me without warning. I gasped, head knocking back against the wall. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He curled them, dragged them out, shoved them back in deeper, and the wet sound of it was obscene in the quiet room.

"Not what?" He pumped his fingers again, harder. "Not what, baby? Because this cunt is dripping down my wrist and I haven’t even taken my cock out yet."

Heat flooded my face. I hated how easily he could do this—strip every careful word out of me and leave me standing there with my legs open, clenching around his fingers like I had no pride left at all.

"Damian—"

"That’s it. Say my name while I finger-fuck you against your own window." His thumb found my clit and pressed, circling once, twice, mean and precise.

"Anyone who ever treated you like you were nothing should see you like this. King’s mate. Soaking my hand. Taking it because I told you to."

I grabbed at his wrist. Not to stop him. Just to have something to hold. He didn’t slow down. A third finger stretched me and I whimpered, high and humiliating, and he leaned in and bit the side of my throat just shy of the mark he’d already put there.

"Look at you," he said, almost soft, which somehow made it worse. "Two years you spent in that house pretending you were fine. Pretending you didn’t need to be fucked properly. And now you can’t even keep your legs together for five minutes."

His fingers slammed in deeper. "This is what you needed. Someone who actually knows how to use you."

"Please—"

"Please what? Use your words, sweetheart. You said you’d listen to me. So tell me what you want."

I couldn’t look at him. I stared at the hollow of his throat, breathing like I’d been running.

"I want you to fuck me."

"Louder."

"I want you to fuck me," I said, and my voice broke on it. "I want your cock. I want you to put it in me and I don’t want you to be gentle."

Something dark and satisfied moved through his face.

"Good girl."