Page 73 of Dark Therapy
“Stopthinking,” Damien’s voice snapped, low and raw with manic frustration. His teeth grazed the inside of my thigh as his hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. “Whatever shit is in your head, Millie,killit. You’re here. Right fucking now.”
I gasped sharply as his fingers, rough and merciless, drove into me, the sudden invasion leaving no room for thought. Then, without warning, one finger thrust inside my ass, hard and unforgiving. My entire body jolted, a cry ripping from my lips.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he growled, his breath hot against my skin. “Take it. Fucking take all of me.”
I clutched the chains harder, the cold bite of metal digging into my palms as I tried to steady myself. But he wasn’t going to let me. He wasn’t going to give me anything except chaos. His mouth latched onto me again, his tongue dragging and twisting in ways that made me buck against him, riding his face like I had no control left.
Damien groaned into me, the vibrations shooting straight through me. “You’re getting close.” His voice was muffled, almost teasing. “Go on.Comeon my fucking tongue. Don’t stop until I say you can breathe again.”
The climax hit me like a brutal wave, shaking me to my core. My screams tore through the room, raw and breathless.
The sharp ringing of his phone echoed somewhere in the room, but he ignored it completely, driving another finger into my ass. The sensation shifted from sharp pleasure to raw, jaggedpain, my body arching against the overwhelming intensity.
And I liked it. God, Ihatedmyself, butI liked it—because he was enjoying it, and there was nothing more intoxicating than the sound of Damien losing control, the growl of his pleasure twisting with my pain.
With one final, bite to my inner thigh, he pulled away, his teeth grazing my skin like a warning. His fingers slid out of me, slick and slow, as though savoring the moment. And then, without hesitation, heshoved me off his shoulders.
The world tilted violently, my feet slamming against the cold floor with a jarring thud. I stumbled forward, my body lurching dangerously close to the flames. A sharp scream tore from my throat as the chains yanked at my hair, sending a lightning bolt of searing pain through my scalp.
In front of me, Damien watched in silence, his head tilted slightly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, just stood there as if drinking in the sight of my struggle. When I finally steadied myself, gasping and trembling, his lips curved into a slow, wicked grin.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice like velvet laced with malice.
Then, with a deliberate flick, he extinguished the flames, plunging the room into a chilling silence broken only by my ragged breaths. He stepped forward, removing the collar from my neck with a deliberateslowness that felt more intimate than it should have.
My head dropped forward, the fight draining out of me, exhaustion pooling in every limb. My hair hung limp and sore. I heard him chuckle softly, low and satisfied.
Damien’s fingers clamped around my chin, forcing my head up with a sharp, almostpunishinggrip. His eyes bore into me, wild and consuming, as if he could devour every inch of my soul with just a look. Before I could draw breath, he crashed his lips onto mine, a bruising, ravenous kiss that stole what little air I had left. It wasn’t soft; it wasn’t kind. It was raw, overwhelming, a collision of power and possession that left me trembling beneath his grasp.
My wrists ached in the restraints, my scalp still burning from the pull of the chains, but none of it mattered in that moment. His teeth grazed my lip, a deliberate bite, as if he wanted to mark me even here. When he finally tore his mouth away, his breath was hot against my skin, his grin feral.
“You belong to me,” he whispered darkly, a vow, a threat, and a promise all at once.
With a flick of his hands, the chains released, and I collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut. My body hit the floor in a heap, my legs too weak to hold me, my hair falling in wild tangles around my face. The coldness of the floor seeped into my skin, a stark contrast to the heat that lingered where his touch had been.
Above me, Damien loomed, his shadow swallowing me whole as he laughed softly, the sound dark and triumphant. “Get used to the ground, doctor,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “It suits you.”
My body betrayed me, every ounce of strength drained as I lay crumpled on the cold, unforgiving floor. The room spun in slow, sickening waves, my mind clouded and heavy. Each breath felt like a struggle, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on my chest. Somewhere above, Damien’s presence loomed, but his voice became a distant echo, swallowed by the storm in my head.
And then, like a crack in reality, another memory hit me.
I was lying on a filthy, stained floor. The stench of mold and sweat clung to the air, choking me as my frail body curled in onitself. The sharp edge of a boot pressed against the floor, andcruellaughter filled the room, its cadence chilling. I tried to move, to fight, but I was so weak. Ahand—large, rough, and unyielding—grabbed my arm, yanking me up like a rag doll before throwing me back down.
“You’renothing,” a voice spat, low and venomous, like a poison seeping into my mind. “Stay where you belong.”
I remembered theterror, thehelplessness, the searingpainin my side as I struggled to breathe. My fingers clawed weakly at the ground, searching for an escape that didn’t exist. And then I was back, trapped in an endless nightmare, tears streaking my face as I whispered prayers to be saved.
The memory blurred, fading into black as my present reality merged with the past. My eyelids fluttered, too heavy to keep open. Damien’s voice was the last thing I heard, deep and menacing, a dark lullaby pulling me under.
And then,silence. My eyes shut completely, and I was gone.
HIS CHAOS, HER RUIN
Damien
I slammed the car door shut, the engine roaring to life as I pulled out of the parking lot, one hand gripping the steering wheel tight enough to leave marks. I’d been looking forward to the quiet, the time to just…bewith her. But no, fucking Claire had to call me now.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I could already feel the irritation building in my chest. I knew it was her, but I didn’t care. Ineededthe fucking silence. I wasn’t in the mood for any more of her shit today. I grabbed the phone and answered, slamming it against my ear.