Aria pov
The elevator dinged, we were at the penthouse. He yanked his fingers out of me so suddenly I whimpered at the empty ache. My pussy clenched around nothing, slick and throbbing.
"Come on," he ordered, grabbing my wrist and dragging me out into the hallway toward his door.
My torn pants were barely hanging on, my thighs wet, my whole body screaming for him to finish.
Mrs. Dora was waiting by the door, her purse already in hand. If she noticed my disheveled appearance or Damien's wild eyes, she didn't comment.
"Noah's asleep," she said. "Went down at eight thirty without any fuss."
"Thank you, Mrs. Dora," I managed to say.
She nodded and excused herself quickly. The moment the door closed behind her, Damien had me against the wall.
"Bedroom," he growled. "Now."
We barely made it. He kissed me the entire way down the hallway, our mouths breaking apart only when necessary. When we finally got to his bedroom—our bedroom now, really—he kicked the door shut behind us.
