Dark Desires

chapter 17(18+)

Melania
Melania

Oh no… it’s Damon.

A wave of panic washes over me as I realize who’s standing behind me. I lied to him, and now he’s here—angry, intense, and undeniably possessive. His lips press harder against my neck, the force almost bruising.

I push against his chest, my voice trembling. "Damon, stop… you’re hurting me."

Despite my attempts, his hold remains firm, his strong frame preventing me from moving away. Yet, despite the frustration simmering within me, I feel myself soften under his touch, caught between resistance and surrender.

His breath brushes against my ear as he whispers, voice low and laced with irritation. "Why, Melania? Why did you lie to me about prom night? And instead, I find you here, dancing… with every man in this club staring at you."

I hear the restrained anger in his tone as he continues, his grip tightening just slightly. "Do you have any idea how dangerous this place is? There are gang leaders here, killers—men who won’t hesitate to take advantage of someone like you. And yet, you walk right into their den, practically inviting them to take what’s mine."

Tears prick the corners of my eyes, his words cutting deeper than I expected. "You’re being cruel, Damon. I’m not a child. Let me go. I don’t need you to protect me."

I step away from him, trying to gather my composure. But before I can make it far, he swiftly lifts me into his arms, throwing me over his shoulder effortlessly.

"Damon!" I cry out, fists beating lightly against his back. "Put me down!"

He ignores my protests entirely, striding purposefully through the club, unaffected by the curious glances of bystanders. His focus remains unshaken as he carries me to one of the private suites upstairs.

Once inside, he kicks the door open, steps in, and locks it securely behind us. I feel the tension in his body as he lowers me onto the large master bed, the plush mattress soft beneath me.

Damon paces the room silently, his frustration palpable. With a heavy sigh, he discards his shoes and socks, running a hand through his hair as if trying to contain whatever storm is brewing within him.

I sit up slowly, unsure of what to say, watching him carefully as the silence stretches between us.

Without a word he climbs onto the bed,the mattress sinking under his weight.His hands find my face,his thumb unexpectedly gentle caresses my cheek.Before I can say anything,His lips claim mine,fierce and demanding.

His body presses against me,his frame easily pinning me beneath him.The heat of his kiss intensifies.The jealousy and possessiveness pouring out from each movement he makes.

I shift slightly,but his arm wrapped around my waist keeps me in place.There's no escaping the intensity between us.His grip tightens,as if afraid that I might slip away.

"You don't understand Melania,how much I love you",He murmurs against my lips his voice soft and strained.

I'm caught between the weight of his body whether to resist or give in the emotions swirling between us.

Without any answer from me,He takes off his shirt.His abs are still hot as he is.He takes off my dress without any hesitation I give in myself to him to rule over me and take over my body.I'm left just in my bra and panties.He quickly takes off my bra and panties together.I shiver under his touch.As he works on his belt.He unzips in pants and takes out huge cock and thrusts inside of me roughly and hard.He starts thrusting in and out again and again until he's done.He lifts and places one of my legs on his shoulder to get a better angle and he thrusts back harder.
The room is heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, the air thick with the aftermath of raw passion. Damon’s chest rises and falls against my back, his heartbeat steady and strong, a comforting rhythm that lulls me into a sense of security. His arms are like iron bands around me, possessive and unyielding, yet there’s a tenderness in the way his fingers trace idle patterns on my skin.
Damon’s lips brush against the nape of my neck, his breath hot and uneven. “You’re mine,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, the words more of a growl than a whisper. “Always mine.”

I turn my head slightly, catching a glimpse of his face in the dim light. His eyes are dark, filled with a hunger that hasn’t been fully sated. There’s a wildness in him, a primal need that I can’t resist. I reach up, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer until our lips meet in a searing kiss.

He groans into my mouth, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve and dip. His touch is electric, sending sparks of pleasure through me. I arch into him, my body responding to his every move, every caress.

Damon breaks the kiss, his eyes locking with mine. “I need you again,” he says, his voice thick with desire.

Before I can respond, he flips me onto my back, pinning me beneath him. His cock is already hard, pressing against my thigh, demanding attention. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t ask. He simply takes, thrusting into me with a force that leaves me gasping.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, my nails digging into his back as he moves inside me. The pleasure is overwhelming, a tidal wave that threatens to drown me. Damon’s lips find mine again, his kiss fierce and possessive, claiming me in every way possible.

He fucks me with a desperation that borders on madness, his hips slamming into mine, his cock hitting that spot inside me that makes me see stars. I cry out, my body trembling as the pleasure builds, threatening to consume me.

Damon’s breath is ragged, his movements becoming more erratic as he nears his release. “Come for me,” he growls, his voice rough and commanding.

I obey, my body convulsing as the orgasm crashes over me, wave after wave of pure ecstasy. Damon follows me over the edge, his cock pulsing inside me as he spills his seed, filling me with his warmth.

He collapses on top of me, his body heavy and spent. We lay there, tangled together, our breaths slowly returning to normal. Damon’s arms wrap around me, holding me close, his lips brushing against my forehead.

“I love you,” he whispers, his voice soft and tender.

“I love you too,” I reply, my voice barely audible.

We stay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten. In this moment, there’s nothing but us, nothing but the love and passion that binds us together. And as I drift off to sleep, I know that no matter what happens, I’ll always be his.