The moment Elena slipped out of Damien's office, she froze.
The floor was empty. Silent.
Every desk deserted, every light dimmed except the faint glow from the exit signs. Even Sophie's ever-present perfume had vanished. It was as if the entire building had conspired to leave her alone in the aftermath of what had just happened.
Her heart pounded. Her blouse was buttoned crooked, her lips swollen, her thighs still trembling from the brutal intensity of Damien's possession.
She clutched her bag with shaking hands, her footsteps echoing unnaturally loud as she made her way to the elevators. No one saw her. No one would know. And yet, she felt branded, as if anyone who looked at her tomorrow would see exactly what she had done.
The elevator ride was suffocatingly silent. She pressed her back to the cold metal, forcing air into her lungs, but the phantom feel of Damien's hands on her body lingered, searing her skin.
By the time she reached the ground floor and pushed through the glass doors, the cool night air slapped her cheeks, but it did nothing to clear the haze in her head.
She hailed a taxi with a desperate wave and collapsed into the back seat, clutching her knees together as if to hold herself in.
The city blurred outside the window, neon lights smearing into streaks of color.
"What have I done?" she whispered to herself, voice breaking.
The driver glanced at her once in the mirror but said nothing.
At home, the silence pressed in again. She tossed her bag aside, stripped out of her clothes, and stumbled into the bathroom.
The shower hissed to life, steam rising, fogging the mirror until her reflection vanished.
She stepped under the scalding water, pressing her forehead against the tile. The spray beat down on her shoulders, but it couldn't wash away the memory of Damien's mouth, his voice, his body driving into hers with merciless hunger.
"You're an idiot," she whispered, water mingling with the tears on her cheeks. "You're supposed to be smarter than this."
Her hands scrubbed at her skin, but no matter how rough she washed, she couldn't erase the way his touch had branded her, the way his possession had filled her.
And the worst part?
She didn't want to erase it.
Every time she squeezed her eyes shut, she saw him again, looming over her, growling her name, filling her until she shattered.
Her hand slipped lower, trembling, sliding over slick, heated skin.
"No," she whispered, shaking her head. "No, stop..."
But her body didn't listen.
Her fingers found her clit, already throbbing, and the moment she pressed, a moan ripped from her throat.
"Damien," she gasped, his name spilling out before she could stop it.
She sank against the wall, legs splayed, water cascading over her as her fingers worked faster, chasing the rhythm he had set earlier on his desk. The ache in her core grew unbearable, every touch stoking the fire until it consumed her.
"Oh God..." she moaned, her head falling back, her hips rocking against her hand. The sound of the water drowned her whimpers, but she didn't care anymore.
The orgasm hit hard, violent, ripping through her until her knees buckled. She cried out his name again, broken and desperate, her body convulsing under the torrent.
When it passed, she slumped to the floor of the shower, breath ragged, fingers trembling, shame and relief tangling bitterly in her chest.
She stayed there for a long time, letting the water wash over her until she felt hollow enough to stand.
Later, in bed, the exhaustion dragged at her, but sleep didn't come easily.
She lay on her side, clutching the sheets, her body still humming, her mind still replaying the feel of him inside her.
Every time she closed her eyes, she moaned his name silently into the pillow.
Eventually, the weight of it pulled her under.
Sleep claimed her, and so did he.
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The darkness of sleep shifted, pulling Elena into a place that wasn't real but felt sharper, hotter than waking life.
A spotlight snapped on.
She stood in its glow, dressed in little more than silk and lace, the kind of outfit she would never dare to wear in reality. A gleaming silver pole rose from floor to ceiling before her. Music pulsed low and heavy through the dream, bass thrumming against her skin.
And in the shadows sat a man.
Damien.
His storm-gray eyes locked on her like shackles. He sat back in a leather chair, broad shoulders relaxed, legs spread, one hand resting casually on his thigh. But his gaze was anything but casual. It burned, consuming her with every sweep.
He was the only audience.
And she was already his performer.
Her body moved before her mind caught up. She gripped the pole, sliding around it slowly, arching her back. Her hips swayed, the silk brushing her thighs, her hair falling loose. Each spin, each drop was for him, every movement pulling heat tighter in her belly.
Damien's jaw flexed. His fingers curled against his thigh. He didn't look away for a second.
She dropped into a split, back arching, chest thrust forward. The music pounded harder. She crawled across the floor toward him, predator and prey all at once, her lips parting as if to whisper his name.
When she reached him, she climbed into his lap without hesitation.
Damien caught her hips with a growl, his eyes flaring. "Mine."
Their mouths collided. His kiss was hungry, devouring, his tongue claiming her as though she'd been made only for this. She ground against his lap, moaning into his mouth, every ounce of shame stripped away.
The dream shifted, chair melting into bed, shadows into silk sheets.
He laid her down gently this time, unlike the brutal way he'd taken her earlier in reality.
His lips never left hers until he broke away only to trail kisses down her throat.
Her breath hitched when his mouth found the spot at her neck, sucking hard.
"Ah...Damien!" she gasped, writhing beneath him. "Please… please take me."
He chuckled low, dark amusement vibrating against her skin. "So desperate. And yet, I'm going to make you beg harder."
His lips traveled lower, teasing over the swell of her breasts. He freed one with a tug of lace, his mouth closing over the hardened peak. His tongue swirled, his teeth grazed, and his other hand fondled the other breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers until she cried out.
Her thighs clenched, hips arching. "Please...I need..."
"Not yet," he murmured. His mouth left a trail of fire down her stomach, each kiss lower, slower, cruelly deliberate.
When he reached the heat between her thighs, he spread her legs wide, his gaze devouring the sight of her dripping for him.
"So wet," he said darkly. "All for me."
Then his mouth descended.
Elena screamed, hips jerking when his tongue licked her in long, slow strokes. He sucked her clit hard, his fingers pressing into her at the same time, curling deep inside. The dual assault shattered her, her moans spilling raw and shameless.
"Yes...yes...oh God...Damien!"
Her orgasm tore through her violently, her body convulsing, thighs clamping around his head. He groaned into her, not stopping until she was trembling and sobbing his name.
Before she could recover, he pulled away, his mouth glistening with her.
"Now you'll return the favor," he said, voice rough with lust.
He sat back, pulling her with him, guiding her down between his thighs. His cock jutted out thick and hard, veins straining, pre-cum glistening at the tip.
Elena's mouth watered. She wrapped her lips around him, sucking greedily, bobbing her head as he groaned, fingers tangling in her hair.
"That's it," he growled, thrusting gently into her mouth. "Take me deeper. Look at me while you choke on it."
Her eyes watered as she obeyed, swallowing him, hollowing her cheeks until his groans vibrated through the room. His control snapped for a moment, hips bucking, but he pulled her back just before he came.
"Not like that," he hissed. "I want to be inside you when I break."
He flipped her, pressing her down on the bed. But she surprised him, straddling him instead, lining him up with her entrance.
Her hips sank, impaling herself on his length in one desperate motion.
Both cried out.
"Fuck," Damien snarled, gripping her waist. "Ride me, Elena. Show me how much you want it."
She rose and fell, moaning, grinding, her breasts bouncing with each thrust down. The wet slap of skin filled the room, her cries echoing.
"I...oh God...I'm close..." she sobbed.
Before she could finish, he flipped them, slamming into her from above.
She screamed, clutching the sheets, nails dragging down his back. He fucked her hard, relentless, his hips pistoning into hers.
"You're mine," he growled with each thrust. "Say it."
"Yes!" she cried, broken. "Yours...oh God, Damien...yours!"
Her climax ripped through her, blinding, her body clenching around him as he roared, spilling deep inside her.
But he wasn't done.
He pulled her up, flipped her to her hands and knees.
"Now you'll take me like this," he said darkly, thrusting into her from behind.
Elena screamed, her body jolting with each hard slam, the position hitting her deeper, rougher. His hand tangled in her hair, yanking her back, his other hand smacking her ass until it stung.
"Damien...please...I can't..."
"Yes, you can," he snarled, pounding harder. "Take it. Take all of me."
Her vision blurred as another orgasm ripped through her, then another. She collapsed forward, but he held her hips up, driving until he came again, spilling into her with a groan that shook her.
They collapsed together in a heap of sweat, panting, his mouth at her ear.
"You'll never escape me," he whispered.
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Elena jolted awake.
Her sheets were tangled, her body slick with sweat, her thighs damp. Her alarm screamed from the nightstand.
"Shit!" she gasped, realizing the time. She was almost late.
She scrambled out of bed, cursing herself as she tore into the bathroom.
"Dammit, Elena," she muttered, scrubbing herself under the cold shower. "Dreaming about him now? What the hell is wrong with you?"
But even as she cursed, the phantom feel of him lingered, his teeth at her neck, his hands on her hips, his voice growling her name as he drove her into madness.
And her body ached for it all over again.