Page 30 of Dark Therapy
I opened my mouth to protest, to scream, to do anything, but the words died on my tongue as his lips crashed into mine. The kiss wassavage,consuming, a collision of pain and heat and suffocating need. It wasn’t a kiss; it was awar, and I was losing.
He pulled back just enough to speak, his lips still brushing mine. “Feelthat?” he growled, his voice hoarse and wild. “That’s the truth. That’s what it’s like when you stop pretending, Millie. That’s what freedom fucking tastes like.”
The moths swarmed closer, theirwings brushing against my skin like whispers of ghosts, amplifying the electric chaos in the room. I was trapped between them and Damien, betweenterroranddesire, between who I was and what he was trying to make me become.
The air crackled with tension, thick and suffocating, as his fingers skimmed down the column of my neck, tracing a line to my collarbone with deliberate,maddeningprecision. My body was atraitor, igniting under his touch, heat pooling low in my stomach in ways that I loathed—and craved.
“Amelia,” Damien breathed, his voice like a growl, raw and unhinged. His eyes burned into mine with an intensity that made my pulse stutter. “You feel it, don’t you? That little ember inside you. The one you’ve been choking out for years. Let it fuckingburn.” He leaned in closer, the warmth of his breath brushing against my lips, and my heart thundered in response. “Let go of the past.Fuckyour rules.Fuckyour guilt.Feel.”
Before I could muster a response, he crushed his lips to mine, and the world shattered. The kiss wasn’t gentle or tender—it was a brutal claim, a storm that devoured me whole. His teeth grazed my lower lip, and I gasped, granting him entrance. Themoment his tongue invaded, I felt like I was drowning in him—histaste, hisscent, hisheat. I fought at first, but he didn’t budge. His hands found my waist, gripping with bruising force, pullingme flush against him.
My knees buckled, my breaths came short, and an unbearable warmth spread through me as his hands roamed. One hand slipped under the hem of my cami, his palm rough against my skin as it trailed upward, deliberate andtorturous. My mind raced with every reason this waswrong, but my body melted under the searing intensity of his touch.
My breaths came in sharp, shallow gasps as his hand moved higher, cupping my breast through the thin fabric of my bra. His thumb rolled over my nipple, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. The conflict inside me was unbearable—fear, shame, and something darkly thrilling thatI couldn’t shake.
“Feel that?” he murmured, his lips brushing against my neck as he spoke. “That’s your body telling the truth. Not that sanctimonious little head of yours. Your body knows exactly what it wants.”
Before I could answer, his lips crushed mine again, harder this time, all-consuming. I gasped into his mouth as his hand slid lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts.Every nerve in my body lit up as his fingers found my most vulnerable place, stroking with an unrelenting rhythm that left me gasping.
His fingers worked with agonizing precision, and my breath hitched, my knees threatening to give out entirely. “That’s it, baby,” he purred, his voice low and sinful. “Let go. Stop fighting what you want. Stop pretending you’re not just like me.”
Ihatedhim. I hated him for what he was making me feel. But more than that, I hatedmyself—for the way my body betrayed me, for the way I clung to him as the world spun out of control.
The darkness he promised wasn’t just his. It was mine too. And it was swallowing me whole.
The world blurred into nothing butDamien—his touch, his voice, his madness consuming every corner of my mind. His lips left mine, leaving a trail of heat that burned down to the pit of my stomach. His whiskey eyes locked onto mine, alight with something feral. The kind of intensity that didn’t just look at you—itstrippedyou, flaying every wall, every defense, until all that remained was raw, tremblingvulnerability.
“I want you to feeleverything,” he growled, his voice low and fractured, like a storm barely contained. “Every. Fucking. Moment.” His lips curled into a dark grin, one that promised ruin. “Let go of those chains, Millie. Let me show you how much sweeter it is to fall.”
Before I could evenbreathe, his hand slid lower, fingers parting me with cruel precision. The first thrust of his finger into me tore a gasp from my lips, my back arching violently against him. He watched me, his head tilting slightly, like he was studying the exact moment I broke.
“Fuck,” he rasped, his voice dripping with lust. “You’re so fuckingtight. Makes me wonder…” He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “Think this little pussy can take my cock? Or will you fucking shatter under me?”
My mouth opened, but no sound came out, just ragged breaths as his finger slid deeper, curling in ways that unraveled me. My body betrayed me, hips bucking against his hand, even as my mind screamed for control. Another finger joined the first, and I let out a moan I couldn’t stifle.
“There it is,” Damien hissed, his lips curling back in a wicked grin. “Thatsound. That’s the truth, Millie. That’s you surrendering, whether you want to admit it or not.” His free hand moved to my throat, fingers curling around it in a grip that wasn’t quite tight enough to cut off air, but enough to claim me, to remind me that I wasn’t in control.
His gaze bore into mine, and for a moment, the world narrowed to nothing butthoseeyes—wild and consuming, their depths promising both destruction and salvation. His palm began slapping against my clit with every thrust, the sharp sting mixing with the unbearable heat pooling in my core. Each movement was precise, relentless, a calculated assault designed to unravel me piece by piece.
“You feel that?” he growled, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke. “That’s me, fucking the truth into you. You’ve been running from this—running fromme—but it ends here, Millie. You can’t fucking escape it anymore.”
“P-please,” I managed to gasp, the word barely audible over the pounding in my chest. His grip on my throat tightened slightly, cutting off any follow-up plea. His expression darkened, a glint of twisted satisfaction sparking in his eyes.
“Please?” he echoed mockingly, his voice dripping with condescension. “That’s all you’ve got? Fuckingpathetic. If you want something, youbegfor it.”
I bit my lip, my pride warring with the molten desire he’d stoked to unbearable heights. My body trembled, caught between resistance and surrender, but his hand slowed, torturously dragging out every movement until it was maddening.
“Sayit,” Damien demanded, his voice a dangerous growl. “Fucking say it, Amelia, or I’ll stop right now and leave you drowning in this need.”
“Please!” I cried out, my voice breaking. “Please, Damien. Make me—make mecome.”
His grin widened, and the low, satisfied groan he let out was animalistic,primal. “That’s my fucking girl,” he hissed. His fingers plunged deeper, harder, and a third joined the others, stretching me in a way that made me see stars. “Now give it to me. Come for me, Millie. Make a goddamn mess all over my hand.”
The fire inside me exploded, a violent, uncontrollable release that tore a scream from my throat. My back arched, my vision blurred, and all I could hear was his voice, low and commanding, grounding me in the chaos.
“That’s it, baby,” Damien growled, his breath hot against my ear as I shuddered against him. “You’re mine now. Every fucking piece of you.”
As the last waves of pleasure coursed through me, I collapsed against him, trembling, knowing he’d just claimed a part of me I’d never get back.