Deathless & Divided (The Chicago War #1) (19 page)

D
amian’s words were punctuated by two of his fingers finding heaven and home inside Lily’s hot, tight pussy. He was right. She was drenched, slick with her arousal and it wet his fingers beautifully. Her body took his fingers in without a lick of tension. She opened for him, her sex flexing around his digits as he spread them wide on the withdrawal and then plunged them right back in again.

“Mine,” he repeated strongly. “This is mine, how wet you are is all mine, and everything I do to you is mine, Lily. Only I get to do this, see you like this, and feel you like this. The next man who touches you in a way that is anything less than innocent will get the pleasure of feeling a bullet rip through his skull.”

“Jesus,” Lily breathed.

“Say it,” Damian said, keeping the rhythm of his fingers fucking her at a tempo just fast enough to get her need to come rising. “Tell me what you know, what you know you want to say, and I’ll give you everything you need.”

“B-but …” Lily trailed off, canting her hips into his palm with every thrust. Damian fucked Lily a little harder, curling his fingers to learn the inside of her pussy so he would know the right spot to get her raining all over his hand.

“There are no buts, Lily,” Damian said lowly. “I intend for you to be my wife, that makes you mine, and every time I touch you like this, I expect you to know it, too. Tell me that you know, sweet girl. Every inch of your body is mine to taste, fuck, and have. None other but me.”

“You,” Lily echoed.

Damian grinned in satisfaction, watching Lily’s eyes flutter closed as her sex began to shudder around his fingers. “My name in your mouth, Lily. That’s what I want to hear every time you come tonight.”

Lily whimpered. “Every single time?”

“Oh, I can guarantee there will be more than just the once.”

“God, Damian.”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I want to hear.” When her body released around his fingers, Damian kissed in the inside of Lily’s thigh before he bit the same spot. The tartly sweet smell of her arousal soaked into his lungs as her come trickled down his palm. The second cry of his name came out louder, breathless. “Fuck yeah, Lily, just like that.”

The tremors rocking her from top to toe satisfied Damian like nothing fucking else. He withdrew his hand from between her legs and stood, yanking her dress up with him in fistfuls until he could pull it over her head. Lily didn’t shy away from the roughness in his actions as she worked at undoing the buttons of his dress shirt and loosening his tie. She pushed the silk shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. Damian only let go of her long enough to let the shirt hit the floor along with his tie.

“Christ, leave it,” Damian ordered when Lily tugged at his belt.

Her wide eyes lit up with confusion. “But—”

“Not important,” he said before his mouth crushed down on hers. Lily’s plump lips parted to let his tongue strike into her mouth. She tasted of him and heat as his teeth scraped along her bottom lip and down her chin. Damian explored the expanse of her creamy, silky skin with his hands and mouth, licking a wet line down her throbbing pulse point and then nipping a path at her collarbones. “What do you sound like when you’re being fucked, Lily? Are you wild and loud or soft and quiet?”

“I …” Her words drifted off into a low, aching moan when Damian pushed her back against the door. He caught her wrists in his hands and lifted them high above her head, pinning them to the wood. Her chest and breasts, still stained with the red wine from earlier, arched against his body. “Depends on how you fuck me, Damian.”

“Raw.” He forced the word out through gritted teeth and caught her wild gaze with his own. “Raw, Lily.”

“
Mmm
.”

“I’m going to fuck you raw. Until every inch of you feels me everywhere. Until I know all the sounds you make and how all of you tastes. Fucking raw, sweetheart.”

Lily’s lip disappeared under her top teeth. “Yes, please.”

Damian jerked her away from the door, spinning her fast so he could push her along the hallway with his hand at her back. Lily didn’t stumble as he moved in closer, caught the ends of her hair in his fist, and tugged her back into his chest.

“You’re not a goddamn china doll.”

“No,” she whimpered.

“I am not going to treat you like one, Lily.”

“Good.”

“Bedroom,” he said.

Lily turned left at the end of the hallway and Damian let her go the moment she stepped into his bedroom. He flicked the light on, illuminating the space and her gorgeous figure to his eyes. She spun to face him as she walked backward until her legs hit the edge of his bed.

Lily DeLuca was a beautiful creature—wide, clear eyes, bitten red lips, mussed hair, and a body begging to be fucked by him. Her chest heaved with her ragged breaths and all he could think about was being buried nine inches inside her pussy and fucking her until he couldn’t think.

Her arms fell to her sides and her palms turned up in his direction like she was inviting him in. It looked almost innocent in nature, submissive even in the way her gaze flitted downward so she could stare at him through her lashes. The girl had no idea the effect a simple look could have.

Damian was so hard his cock fucking hurt. The thick ridge of his erection strained against his slacks, the line of the zipper biting through his boxer-briefs into his dick. He reached down and unbuckled his belt before pulling it slowly from the loops. He didn’t look away from her once as he unbuttoned the slacks, opened the zipper and pushed his pants down until he could step out of them.

She came to him willingly. Just like he wanted.

Damian had thought it might take a little more because Lily was so goddamn stubborn when she wanted to be, but he wasn’t about to complain that it worked out this way.

She needed to be safe; to be taken care of; to be cared for. Dino wanted a certain type of man providing those things. That was Damian’s promise—the deal. He planned on keeping it.

A life for a life.

His cock sprung free from the confines of his boxer-briefs as he slipped his thumbs around the waistband and tugged them down. Lily tried stepping backward again when he stepped forward, but she had already hit the bed. Instead, her ass hit his sheets and a blink later, Damian was on her.

Lily moved further onto the bed with Damian’s urging. His lips touched down over and over to her fevered, pebbling skin. She tasted like woman, sex, and sin already. When his hands fisted into her hair, she tilted her head back with a loud groan, giving him perfect access to her throat. He took the chance to mark her there, wanting to see as much of him covering her body as he could.

Before the night was over, she’d be feeling him everywhere.

“Fuck me,” Lily said, the words a soft whisper.

“I will. Soon.”

He wanted to learn her first like he promised to. Gliding the tip of his tongue around the swell of her breast, he listened for the hitching of her breaths and the quiet mewls she released when he found her sensitive spots. Damian sucked and licked the red wine stains on her skin until all he could taste was her flesh and want in his mouth.

Lily’s legs tightened around his waist and she grinded her hips into his dick. The slickness of her arousal glided along his shaft with every slide of her body. Damian traveled further down her body, kissing a path around her navel before roaming lower. Her thighs opened wider the moment he buried his face into her pussy and got the first real taste of this woman and her sin on his tongue. Her flavor was tart and heady, so fucking good. Her juices flooded his taste buds and Damian only wanted more.

She hadn’t been expecting it if her loud shout was any indication. Lily jerked away from his tongue diving into her clenching core, but he pressed a hand flat to her stomach and pinned her to the bed. He fucked her harder with this tongue, thrusting it as deep as it would go until her sex was clamping down around him with every plunge.

“Holy shit,” Lily stuttered out, her cries turning louder and more desperate.

“Amazing, sweetheart,” Damian murmured before teasing her swollen clit with his tongue. “That’s how you taste. Scream for me, Lily.”

Damian drew her tiny clit in between his lips and sucked hard. Lily’s air rushed out of her chest along with a broken cry of his name. He practically felt the orgasm tear through her nervous system as her arousal seeped from her sex. Damian took his sweet fucking time lapping at her come until she was clean, shaking, and begging him for more.

He kissed a quick path back up her toned stomach, feeling her legs tremble around him as her heels dug into his lower back.

“Tell me you’re safe,” Damian said, pressing his lips to hers gently. “Because I don’t keep condoms here, sweetheart. Women haven’t been invited into my home to fuck.”

It was the truth. Damian kept this space to himself and he’d never had a reason to need protection in his apartment. In his car, sure. Brand new pack of condoms in the dashboard. But he wasn’t interested in going down six flights of stairs to grab them.

Lily grinned a sexy sight. “I am. Four shots a year since I was sixteen. I’ve never fucked without a condom, either.”

Damian kissed her again, more forcefully the second time. “Perfect. This will be a first for us both, then.”

“Yeah?”

Something soft and unsure in the lilt of her tone caught his attention.

“Yeah,” he confirmed honestly. “But what did I say earlier, huh?”

“Yours,” she swore quietly.

“Mine, Lily.”

“You better hurry the hell up and get a start on making that a fact, Damian.”

His smirk matched hers. “Demanding girl.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

That was what he wanted to hear.

Damian leaned up and flipped Lily over onto her stomach at the same time. Her hair blew out in waves around her face as he wrapped an arm around her stomach and lifted her to her knees so her beautiful, rounded ass was on display for him. He took the chance to admire her backside with his hand, grabbing the flesh to make it pink under his handling.

“Here, too,” Damian said, dragging two fingers down the crack of her ass.

“
Hmm
?”

“I want you here, too. Everywhere I can have you, Lily.”

She stilled.

“Not tonight,” he added, using his other hand to grab the base of his cock. He rolled the tip of his dick along her wet slit, loving the silk feeling of her juices on his bare length. “But soon.”

“Good God.”

“No, Damian, I said.”

Lily laughed. It faded into a sharp gasp the moment he entered her. Like earlier with his fingers, Lily’s body opened so well for him. She took his cock in with three swift thrusts until he was balls deep and unable to breathe.

“Shit, you’re tight,” Damian ground out.

She was, crazily so. She was also a hot, blazing paradise, searing him straight down to his blood and bones.

Lily muttered something completely unintelligible. Her hands fisted the bedsheets as she tossed him a heated look over her shoulder. He wanted to hold her like that for a moment, feel her walls flex around him while her juices dribbled down to his balls, but he couldn’t.

Damian grasped her hips firmly, pulled out to the tip, and yanked her body back into his groin. Lily sighed, the sound full of content and pleasure. He didn’t give her a break between the second thrust and the third. The fourth and fifth came harder and faster. With each slap of skin and every shout of his name, something crawled over his skin and twisted in his stomach. It promised release and bliss. Damian’s balls tightened, the sensation of fucking Lily bare as he rammed into her over and over driving him insane.

He wouldn’t last long like this—not with her pussy holding him strong and contracting around him like she was already on the edge of her third orgasm.

“Christ, there … like that,” Lily said, her teeth cutting into her lip.

“Get your hand down there and play,” he demanded. “Feel how fucking wet you are for me, Lily.”

Damian didn’t need to tell her a second time. He felt the tips of her fingers graze his throbbing dick. Her wetness smeared as her fingers explored and teased. Her inner walls crushed around his cock so snug it nearly fucking blinded him. Ecstasy swept over his senses as he came hard, marking her in an entirely different way. When Lily’s back arched inward and her muffled scream cut through the air, he was gone.

So gone.

“Yeah, I got it,” Damian said, pressing the pads of his fingers into his temples. “Noon, Carmela’s joint. I’ll be there.”

With a frustrated sigh, Damian hung up the phone call and tossed the cell onto the table. It was going to be a long fucking day if that call was any indication.

“Who’s Carmela?” Lily asked from the kitchen entryway.

There wasn’t a hint of jealousy in her voice, but her pretty brown eyes lit up with something unknown and a sassy grin split her lips.

“A place, not a person,” Damian said.

He took his sweet time taking the sight of her in first thing in the morning after spending a proper night in his bed—one that included him being in there with her. Lily’s hair was a tousled mess, but it looked damn good all the same. She wore one of his dress shirts with only two buttons done up in the middle and nothing else. Barefoot, wide-eyed, and smiling.