The Maid's Deception-Chapter 72 - 71: Trying to Change Her Mind

DAMIEN’S POV

Damien watched Aria’s third orgasm tear through her.....her back arching impossibly, her hands fisting in the sheets, a scream tearing from her throat that was equal parts pleasure and devastation.

He didn’t stop. Kept pounding into her from behind, his grip on her hips bruising, his pace unrelenting.

"Three," he counted, his voice rough. "Three down. Three more to go."

"I can’t...." she sobbed. "Damien, please, I can’t..."

"You can." He pulled out suddenly, flipping her onto her back before she could even process the loss. "You’re going to. Because I’m not done with you yet."

He pushed back inside her and the angle was different now....deeper, more intense. She cried out, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"Look at me," he commanded, and when she didn’t respond fast enough, his hand went to her throat. "I said look at me."

Her eyes opened....glazed, tear-filled, completely wrecked.

"Good girl." He began moving again, slower now but no less intense. Deep, rolling thrusts that hit every sensitive spot inside her. "Keep your eyes on me. I want to see you. Want to watch you break."

"I’m already broken," she whispered.

"Not yet. But you will be." His thumb found her clit, circling with deliberate pressure. "By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be so thoroughly fucked that you can’t remember your own name. Can’t remember anything except me. Except this. Except how good I make you feel."

"Damien....." Her voice broke as pleasure built again, impossibly, despite the exhaustion. "I can’t.....not again....."

"Yes. Again." His pace increased, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision. "Come for me. Show me you’re mine."

He could feel it building in her.....the way her inner walls fluttered around him, the way her breathing changed, the way her entire body tensed in anticipation.

"That’s it," he encouraged, his thumb working her clit in tight circles. "Give it to me. Give me everything."

She shattered with a broken sob, her fourth orgasm ripping through her with such intensity that her vision went white. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could only feel as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

Damien fucked her through it, relentless, watching her face with dark satisfaction as she came apart beneath him.

"Four," he said when she finally stopped convulsing. "Two more. And then...." He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "Then maybe I’ll let you rest."

"Please," she whimpered. "Please, I need....I can’t take anymore....."

"You can. And you will." He pulled out, ignoring her cry of protest, and positioned himself against the headboard. "Come here. Sit on my lap."

ARIA’S POV

Aria could barely move. Her entire body felt like it had been taken apart and put back together wrong. Every muscle ached. Her thighs trembled. The place between her legs burned with a mixture of pleasure and pain she’d never experienced before.

But Damien’s hands were on her, guiding her, and she found herself obeying despite her exhaustion.

He pulled her into his lap, positioning her so she was straddling him, his cock pressing against her entrance.

"Now," he said, his hands on her hips, "you’re going to ride me. You’re going to take what you need. Show me how desperate you are for me."

"I can’t....I’m too tired....."

"You can." His fingers dug into her hips, lifting her slightly. "And you will. Because you came here tonight asking for this. Begging for this. So now you’re going to take it. All of it."

He lowered her onto his cock.....slowly this time, making her feel every inch as he filled her completely.

She gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders for balance. The angle was different, deeper, and she could feel him everywhere.

"Move," he commanded. "Ride me. Show me you’re mine."

Her body obeyed even though her mind was screaming that she couldn’t, that it was too much, that she was too exhausted.

She lifted herself up and sank back down, gasping at the sensation. Did it again. And again. Finding a rhythm even as her thighs shook with the effort.

"That’s it," Damien encouraged, his eyes dark with possessive hunger. "Take what you need. Use me. Show me how much you want this."

But his hands on her hips weren’t passive. He was controlling the pace, lifting her and pulling her down harder than she would have managed on her own. Making her take him deeper. Making her feel every brutal inch.

"I love you," she sobbed, the words spilling out unbidden. "I love you, I love you, I love you....."

"I know." His voice was strained now, his control finally starting to slip. "I know you do. That’s why this is going to destroy us both."

She didn’t understand what he meant. Couldn’t process it through the haze of exhaustion and overwhelming sensation.

All she could do was move. Ride him. Take him. Give him everything she had left.

DAMIEN’S POV

Damien watched Aria ride him with single-minded intensity, even though she was clearly at her limit. Even though tears streamed down her face. Even though every movement looked like it took monumental effort.

She was doing this for him. Giving him everything. Destroying herself to please him.

And in a few hours, she’d betray him anyway.

The thought made him furious. Made him want to stop this, to push her away, to protect himself from the inevitable devastation.

But he couldn’t. Could only pull her closer, thrust up into her harder, chase his own release while trying desperately to bind her to him through sheer physical intensity.

"Come for me," he demanded, one hand moving between them to find her clit. "One more time. Give me five."

"I can’t....please...Damien, I can’t...."

"You can." His fingers worked her clit expertly, knowing exactly what she needed. "Come for me, Aria. Show me you’re mine."

She came with a scream that turned into a sob, her entire body convulsing in his lap. And the feeling of her clenching around him....the way she fell apart so completely....finally broke his control.

He came with a roar, pulling her down hard onto his cock, burying himself as deep as he could go as he emptied himself inside her.

His. She was his. Marked by his seed. Claimed in the most primal way possible.

For several long moments, they just held each other, both breathing hard, both trembling from the intensity of it.

"Five," he finally said, his voice hoarse. "That’s five. But I’m not done with you yet."

"Damien, please....." She pulled back to look at him, her eyes desperate. "Please, I need to rest. Just....just a few minutes....."

He wanted to say no. Wanted to keep fucking her until she passed out. Until she was too exhausted to even think about stealing from him.

But looking at her....at the exhaustion and pain and overwhelming emotion in her eyes....he found himself nodding.

"Okay. Rest. But stay right here." He shifted them both so they were lying down, still connected, her body draped over his. "Don’t move. Don’t leave this bed. Just rest."

She nodded against his chest, already drifting toward sleep.

And Damien held her, his mind racing.

It was 1:15 AM now. She’d planned to make her move at 2 AM. That gave him forty-five minutes.

Forty-five minutes to either keep fucking her into unconsciousness, or to stay awake and catch her when she inevitably tried to leave.

Because despite everything...despite claiming her body, marking her with his seed, making her come five times....he knew she’d still try.

Love wasn’t enough. Sex wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough to override the desperate need to save her mother.

And he understood that. Hated it, but understood it.

Which was why, in about three hours, after he caught her in the greenhouse, after the confrontation, after all the truths finally came out.....he was going to save her mother anyway.

Was going to give her what she’d been trying to steal. Was going to make sure she understood that she never had to choose between him and her mother. That she could have had both if only she’d trusted him enough to ask.

But first....first she had to face the consequences of her choice. Had to understand what her lack of trust had cost them both.

"Rest," he murmured, stroking her hair. "I’ve got you. I’ll wake you up later"

She was already unconscious, her breathing deep and even, her body completely boneless against his.

And Damien stayed awake, holding her, waiting for what came next.