Serena
Hot beads of sweat gathered around my bosom, and it made me even more pissed at myself.
The AC was on full blast, but still, it did absolutely nothing to help my current situation.
Damien sat a few feet away from me, looking so chill, so normal, and as much as I hated to admit it, he looked even more sexy than before.
I wanted to hate him for leaving me high and dry, but I was angrier at myself for letting him consume my self-control without thinking about the consequences.
The atmosphere was tense with release and the aftermath of our session.
I was full of need, and all I could think about was begging him to fuck me. Just this once; I badly needed to release, and I wasn't sure how much farther away this journey was.
Desire disappeared as the realization of where we were headed prickled me. Where was he taking me? Surely by now, if we were going to my house, we would have been there hours ago.
Anger and frustration flooded my mind. How could I have been so distracted? I turned to Damien with alarm in my eyes.
"Where the fuck are we headed? We've been on the road for hours."
"That's rich coming from you, considering how a few minutes ago your thought process had absolutely nothing to do with where we were headed. You really should work harder when it comes to observing your surroundings. If I were a kidnapper, by now you'd have been gone," he ended his sentence without sparing a glance at me.
Embarrassment blazed my cheeks, and I knew he was right.
I was the one who told him to kiss me, right in the middle of a conversation that I didn't even get to know all the details of, but even still, it wasn't enough reason for him to talk to me like that.
"Are you going to tell me where we are headed or condemn me for an act that was as much your fault as it was mine?"
He turned; those shiny emerald-green eyes burned into my skin, and the heat I previously suffocated arose again.
"We are almost there, but since you so badly want to satisfy your curiosity, we are going somewhere safe, somewhere you'll be far from any form of danger, and you'll be there until our wedding is finalized."
"Does this somewhere have a name, or is it a low-key dungeon you're taking me to?"
"Trust me, princess, if I were to take you to my dungeon, it would have absolutely nothing to do with keeping you safe. That mouth of yours would be doing other, more stimulating things, and talking wouldn't be one of them," he said with a final note and turned his face back to the car window.
How long was I going to stay in this car with him? As if the universe heard my cry, the car came to a stop, and for the first time since this ride began, I looked out of the window and noticed we were at a hotel.
"Get out," I heard Damien's voice and quickly fixed myself before stepping out of the car. The driver held the door, and if he had any suspicions about what happened, his expression didn't betray it.
Once my feet were finally on the ground, I took in the full view of the structure before me.
"De Mount de Luca," Damien said. "It's owned by my family and, throughout the years, has been kept for purposes such as these or within that scope." He glanced at my form as if referencing my situation.
"Let's go in."
The building was probably the biggest I had seen in my entire lifetime.
It reeked of exotic charm, and you could tell it wasn't one of those buildings that were held up by substandard materials.
We reached the entrance, and the doors opened, revealing a view that was absolutely breathtaking.
The walls shone with gold-plated glass, and the furniture looked equally astonishing.
"You might want to close your mouth; you seem to have a habit of leaving it open around me."
Fuck! How much more embarrassing could my situation get?
"There's currently a storm coming, and while this wasn't my initial idea for your situation, we'll have to wait out the storm here. My abode isn't too far from here, but it picks quite a distance, so you'll be staying here until the storm is over. You'll have everything you'll need, from food and water to proper… clothes." His gaze brushed my already tattered gown.
Yeah, right! Like it wasn't absolutely your fault. I wished I could say that to his face, but right now, I was in his territory, his care, his protection.
As powerful as we were, I couldn't deny the limits his protection could give me.
I still needed to see my dad and at least tell him about what happened.
As if reading my thoughts, he said, "There's no need to call your father tonight. He's already been updated on the situation. It would be best to get some rest in the meantime." He turned to go but stopped midway.
"If you need anything, ring the bell in your room, and you'll have servants at your service. See you in the morning, Serena," he said on a final note and walked away.
I was shown where my room was, and it'd be a complete shame if I didn't make the most of my stay here.
The bed was big and soft, the bathroom looked like the perfect dream for a girl. Dangling on one of the bathroom lines was a pink towel.
There was shampoo and a princess robe too.
The room smelled feminine, almost as if they knew I was going to be here.
Finally, in the comfort of my company, I took off my gown. Whatever was left of it wasn't encouraging; I made a mental note to ask the servants to throw it away.
I stepped into the already running bath and soaked myself in the warmth and comfort of the water against my skin. I was still tight with heat and needed a release.
My hands moved slowly to my pussy, and all I could think of were thoughts of Damien. I inserted my fingers into my pussy and slowly started sliding back and forth.
I moaned loudly as thoughts of Damien fucking my pussy, with his mouth on my nipples, clouded my mind.
My body tensed, and I released; the heat of my orgasm swallowed whatever thoughts I had left.
I stilled, my head against the bath pillow. I was satisfied, but my pussy still throbbed, and I didn't need a seer to know why. I couldn't stop my thoughts from roaming. Damien and I were stuck in a hotel.
What were the odds that the tension between us wouldn't lead me to his bed?