DAMIEN’S POV - 1:20 AM
Damien felt Aria’s breathing deepen as she started to drift off, her body boneless and exhausted against his, and sothing primal in him rebelled.
No. Not yet. He wasn’t done with her yet.
If he let her rest now....if he gave her even thirty minutes to recover....she might have the strength to leave. To steal from him. To betray him.
But if he kept going. If he pushed her past exhaustion into complete unconsciousness. If he fucked her until she literally couldn’t move.....
Then maybe she’d be too weak to execute her plan. Maybe she’d sleep through 2 AM. Maybe he could save her from herself.
"Wake up," he said, his voice rough as he shifted beneath her. "We’re not done yet."
"Damien...." Her voice was slurred with exhaustion. "Please, I can’t.....I need to rest....."
"No." He rolled them over so she was beneath him, still impaled on his cock. "I said I’d give you six orgasms. You’ve only had five. I always keep my promises."
"I can’t....it’s too much....."
"You can. And you will." He was already hardening inside her again, the combination of her tight heat and his desperate need to keep her making recovery almost instant. "One more, Aria. Give one more and then I’ll let you rest."
He began to move before she could protest further.....slow, deep thrusts that made her gasp despite her exhaustion.
"No.....please....I’m too sensitive....."
"I know. That’s the point." His hand slid between them, finding her swollen, oversensitive clit. "This one is going to hurt. Is going to feel like too much. But you’re going to co anyway. Because your body belongs to . And I’m not done with it yet."
ARIA’S POV
Everything hurt. Everything felt raw and oversensitized and overwhelming.
But Damien’s fingers on her clit, his cock moving inside her with relentless precision, were building sothing despite the pain. Sothing that felt like it might actually kill her when it finally broke.
"Damien....I can’t....it hurts...."
"Good." His voice was harsh, unforgiving. "Let it hurt. Let it overwhelm you. Let it destroy you. And then co for anyway. Show how thoroughly you’re mine."
His pace increased, his fingers working her clit with expert pressure despite how swollen and sensitive she was. The pleasure built on a foundation of pain, mixing until she couldn’t tell one from the other.
"Please....." She didn’t even know what she was begging for anymore. For him to stop? For him to continue? For rcy? For more?
"Co," he commanded. "Now. Give six."
And sohow....impossibly....she did.
The sixth orgasm tore through her with devastating force, so intense it actually hurt. She scread, her body convulsing violently, her nails raking down his back hard enough to draw blood.
And Damien fucked her through it, prolonging it, making it last until she was sobbing and begging and completely incoherent.
"Six," he growled with satisfaction. "That’s six. But you know what? I lied."
"What?" She could barely process words.
"I’m not done yet." He flipped her onto her stomach before she could react, pulling her hips up so her ass was in the air, her face pressed into the mattress. "I’m going to fuck you like this. And you’re going to co at least one more ti. Maybe two."
"No.....I can’t....please....."
"You keep saying that. But your body keeps proving you wrong." He positioned himself and thrust back inside her.....the angle was impossibly deep, hitting places that made her see stars.
DAMIEN’S POV
Damien knew he was being cruel. Knew he was pushing her past reasonable limits. Knew she was in pain and exhausted and overwheld.
But he couldn’t stop. So desperate, primitive part of him believed that if he just fucked her hard enough, long enough, completely enough.....she wouldn’t be able to leave him.
That he could literally fuck the betrayal out of her.
His hands gripped her hips as he pounded into her from behind, the angle letting him go deeper than ever before. She was crying into the mattress, her hands fisting in the sheets, her whole body trembling.
"Please.....Damien....I’m begging you...."
"Beg all you want." His hand ca down on her ass.....a sharp slap that made her cry out. "You’re not getting rcy. Not tonight. Tonight you’re going to learn what it ans to be mine. What it costs to belong to ."
He slapped her ass again, watching the handprint bloom red on her pale skin. The mark of his ownership. His possession.
"You’re going to co for again," he said, his voice strained as his own release built. "Your body is going to betray you one more ti. And then...." He leaned over her, his chest against her back, his mouth at her ear. "Then I’m going to co inside you again. Fill you up. Mark you from the inside out. Make sure you rember this. Rember ."
His hand slid beneath her, finding her clit, and despite her exhaustion and pain, he felt her body respond. Felt her inner walls flutter around him. Felt her climbing toward another impossible peak.
"That’s it," he encouraged harshly. "Stop fighting. Accept it. Co for one more ti."
"I hate you," she sobbed, even as her body obeyed. "I hate you for this....."
"No, you don’t. You love . That’s what makes this so fucking tragic." He increased his pace, fucking her brutally, his fingers working her clit without rcy. "Now co. Let feel it."
ARIA’S POV
The seventh orgasm felt like dying. Like her body was being torn apart from the inside. Like pleasure and pain had rged into sothing incomprehensible.
She ca with a scream that was almost silent, her voice completely gone, her body convulsing so violently that Damien had to hold her hips to keep her from collapsing completely.
And then she felt him swell inside her, felt his grip on her hips beco bruising, heard his roar of completion as he emptied himself inside her for the second ti.
Marking her. Claiming her. Binding her to him in the most primal way possible.
When he finally pulled out, she collapsed completely. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe.
She felt him shift, felt a warm cloth cleaning her gently.....such a contrast to the brutality of monts before. Felt him lift her, position her more comfortably, pull covers over her exhausted body.
"Sleep," he murmured, and his voice was gentle now. Tender. Like he hadn’t just fucked her into complete destruction. "You’ve earned it."
She tried to respond, tried to tell him she loved him, tried to explain....
But darkness pulled her under before she could form the words.
DAMIEN’S POV - 1:35 AM
Damien held Aria’s unconscious body and checked the ti.
1:35 AM. She’d been unconscious for ten minutes. She’d planned to make her move at 2 AM. That gave her twenty-five minutes to wake up, get dressed, and get to the greenhouse.
It wasn’t enough ti. Not after what he’d just done to her. She was completely spent, her body pushed beyond its limits. She’d sleep through 2 AM. Would sleep for hours.
He’d won. He’d exhausted her so thoroughly that she couldn’t execute her plan.
He’d saved her from herself.
He settled more comfortably in the bed, keeping her pulled close to his chest, and allowed himself to feel satisfied.
Except.....
Except there was sothing nagging at him. So instinct that said this wasn’t over. That Aria was more determined, more resourceful than he was giving her credit for.
That desperation could push soone beyond normal human limits.
But no. She was unconscious. Completely out. He could feel her dead weight against him, hear her deep, even breathing.
She wouldn’t wake up in ti. Couldn’t possibly have the strength to move even if she did.
He’d protected her. Saved her. Kept her from making the biggest mistake of her life.
He closed his eyes, exhaustion finally catching up with him.
And missed the mont....at 1:40 AM....when Aria’s breathing changed. When she stirred slightly. When her eyes opened with desperate determination.
ARIA’S POV - 1:40 AM
Aria woke with a start, her body screaming in protest at the movent.
She was in Damien’s bed. Naked. Covered in marks and bruises and evidence of what they’d done.
And she’d fallen asleep.
Panic flooded through her as she checked the ti. 1:40 AM. She had twenty minutes before she needed to be in the greenhouse.
Damien was asleep beside her, his arm draped over her waist, his breathing deep and even.
She needed to move. Needed to get up. Needed to.....
But god, her body hurt. Everything hurt. She could barely move without gasping from the soreness between her thighs, the ache in her muscles, the exhaustion that went bone-deep.
Damien had fucked her into near-unconsciousness. Had claid her so thoroughly that she could barely rember her own na. Had made her co five tis until she’d passed out.
And now she had to sohow sneak out of his bed, get to the greenhouse, steal the plant, and escape....all while barely able to walk.
But she had to try. Her mother’s life depended on it.
Carefully, slowly, she extracted herself from Damien’s embrace. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake. She grabbed a pillow and arranged it under the covers to look like her body, then carefully slipped out of bed.
Every step was agony. Her thighs shook. Her core ached. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out from the pain.
But she forced herself to move. To get dressed in the dark clothes she’d left in her room earlier. To grab the access card. To head for the door.
She paused at the threshold, looking back at Damien sleeping in his bed.
"I’m sorry," she whispered. "I love you. I’m so sorry."
Then she slipped out into the darkness, heading for the greenhouse.
Heading for the betrayal that would destroy them both.
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