Tamed in her Hands II
Rated 18+ 🔞
Warning:
This book contains mature and explicit romance content. For 18+ readers only.
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This is a work of fiction. Do not copy, reproduce, or steal. All rights reserved by the author.🔕
Damian stepped forward, his tall frame filling the doorway, casting his presence over the room.
"Good morning, wifey," Damien murmured smoothly, slipping behind her, his hands claiming her waist as he pulled her back against him. The press of his body against her curves made Eva's face flush crimson; she nearly collapsed from embarrassment. Gina, wide-eyed, discreetly stepped aside while secretly stealing glances at the couple.
"So, what are you cooking this morning?" he asked, brushing a kiss along her earlobe, then stealing a soft one from her lips.
"I_ I..." Eva's voice faltered. Once again, Damien's teasing presence scattered her thoughts into nothing. He had that effect on her_ her brain went blank under his relentless charm.
When she failed to answer, Damien chuckled. "What now? You don't even know what you're cooking anymore? Fine, then. I'll help. Do you need me anywhere?"
"N-no, I already have Gina," she stammered.
"No. Let Gina rest. I can help instead."
Before she could protest, Damien grabbed the salt, tipping it dangerously toward the pot. Eva gasped, snatched it out of his hand, and glared at him in disbelief. Was he seriously about to empty the entire salt container into her food? With a push to his chest, she shoved him back.
"Don't bother, okay? Just go back to the bedroom. I'll handle this," she insisted.
"No, I want to help," Damien said stubbornly, his tone calm but resolute.
Gina's eyes went wide again, her disbelief growing by the second.
"Erh... fine, then," Eva muttered. "Maybe you can do the dishes instead." She pointed toward the sink, hoping to keep him as far away from her cooking as possible.
To her utter shock, Damien actually rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the sponge, and began washing the dishes. "Am I doing it right?" he asked with a small, boyish smile.
Gina nearly dropped her jaw. The CEO of the Lopez Empire, washing dishes? Unthinkable. She quickly rushed over, attempting to take the sponge from him.
Meanwhile, Eva tried to focus on cooking, while Damian stood in the side, then Eva brought a tiny bit of fried meat to his mouth and once he took a bite he absolutely loved it. "This taste good, tell me Eva," he asked casually, "where did you learn to cook?"
Eva smiled warmly. "Since I was a child. I remember back in Chicago, when I was twelve, I..."
"W-wait." Damien froze, turning toward her. "You were in Chicago twelve years ago?"
Eva blinked, realizing she had slipped. Excitement had made her careless.
"Where in Chicago, if I may ask?" His voice was quiet, probing. "Because I grew up there too. Twelve years ago, I was still very much in Chicago."
Her heart thudded in her chest. ""I, erh... it was in... Wicker Park." She lied.
His eyes narrowed slightly. "Wicker Park? Interesting... I use to stayed in Lincoln Park. Wow, that's crazy, I never knew you grew up in Chicago. Now that I think about it, there used to be a girl back then, her name was Ana. Ana Clarkson. She should be around your age. She..." His words trailed off as his voice softened, swallowed by thought.
His voice drifted as his mind wandered. Just the thought of Ana sent a strange ache through him. Years had passed, and he had fallen in love again, but Ana still had a special spot in his heart. How could he ever forget the girl who had saved his life twice? He owed his very existence to her.
And then he remembered, those wide, unforgettable eyes. He turned suddenly to Eva, his gaze sharp and searching. Her eyes, the same striking color as Ana's.
"I'm guessing Ana would probably look like you now," he said softly.
Eva's breath caught, and she quickly looked away. She couldn't believe he still remembered Ana. For years, she had thought he despised that girl, thought he had sided with Seraphina to make Ana's life unbearable. So why did he suddenly sound as if Ana had meant something to him?
Could it be... he secretly liked her back then? The memory of those old photographs she'd once stumbled on in his private study flashed in her mind. But even though every part of her wanted to dig for the truth, she couldn't. Not now. Instead, she fixed her attention on the simmering pot before her, stirring in silence while Damian leaned against the counter, lost in his own thoughts.
When the food was ready, he helped her dished it, and soon they sat together at the dining table. Before Eva could even lift her cutlery, Damian was already eating, his expression lighting up with delight. Without hesitation, he scooped up another bite and brought it to her lips. Eva chewed slowly, nervously.
"Wow, this is perfect. You're an excellent cook, Eva. If I weren't married to you, I'd probably hire you as my personal chef and pay you any amount. But I guess marrying you was the wiser choice, now I get to eat anything I want." His gaze dropped, his tone dipping lower. "And I also get to eat you."
Eva nearly choked, her cheeks flushing scarlet. Damian chuckled and, with a swift move, scooped her into his lap.
"Let me feed you," he murmured. He picked up a piece of meat with his fork, slipped it into his own mouth, then drew her closer. His lips found hers in a hungry kiss, transferring the steamy bite between them. Eva gasped, overwhelmed by the taste of spice, the heat of his mouth, the closeness of him.
Damian was relentless, all over her, leaving her dizzy, her senses unraveling under his touch.
Damian didn't let up until they had finished eating, every bite came with a kiss, every taste of food mixed with the taste of him. When they were done, he scooped her up bridal style and carried her upstairs, ignoring her half-hearted protests.
"Aren't you going to work?" Eva managed to asked nervously, already dreading what might happen next. There's no way I can survive this man the whole day, shethought. He'll kill me with a heart attack before the day is over.
"It's the weekend," he replied easily.
"I thought you sometimes attended to business even on weekends," she tried again.
"Not necessarily. Only when I'm idle. But not anymore, I'm married now. I've got company, so I'll spend my weekends with my wife." His tone softened as he placed her gently on the bed. "Or is there something else you'd like to do?"
Eva hesitated. "I... I don't know. Maybe go shopping?" she blurted out, anything to escape him for a few hours.
"Shopping?" He smirked. "I don't think that's a good idea. I think I'd rather keep you here, tangled in sheets." He said bluntly with a poker face and climbed onto the bed, pinning her down.
"Wait! We can't stay in bed all day. We could... do other things," she scrambled for excuses.
"Oh, I definitely can make you stay in bed all day. Don't believe me? Let me show you."
"Hold on! I... I do believe you. I just... I need to pee," she lied, desperate for a way out.
His eyes glinted with mischief. "That could be a good way to start. Fine then, we'll start from the bathroom." He bent as if ready to carry her again.
"No, no! I don't want to pee anymore," she said quickly, panic flashing across her face as memories of that other time in the bathroom resurfaced. The wall, his grip, the endless pace until she limped for days. Never again.
"Then what is it, Eva?" His voice dropped, raw and blunt. "No more excuses. I want to make love to you, and I can't take it anymore." He kissed her deeply, and she instantly melted beneath his touch.
But then he stopped suddenly, pulling back to look at her flushed, trembling face. "Says the one who claimed she didn't want it. Everything in you clearly wants me. So why are you holding back Eva?" he asked as he stared at her bashful flushed face.
"I... I..." she stammered.
He studied her carefully. "I wonder though why you become like this every time I touch you. Is it just you or is it my touch that does this to you" He asked in that soft, seductive yet low yet searching voice.
Her lips trembled. "It's your touch. I can't fight it. It... confuses me. It saps me... It takes over everything. I don't know why."
Of course she couldn't dare fight the feelings of a guy she had loved and fantasized about since she was twelve. Perhaps that explains the magic his touch does to her.
"Really? No one else makes you feel this way?"
She shook her head, eyes glistening. "Nobody. No one has ever touched me before. Only you, Damian. It's always been you."
She said while looking at him with the sultry drowsy watery beautiful eyes of hers and Damien bulge tightened and he gasped in disbelief.
His breath hitched, "So Victor never touched you?"
"Never. The only time he kissed me was at that party... and I didn't like it."
"But you like mine?" His lips curved wickedly, voice smooth as silk.
"I do," she whispered, trembling. "And I want you too, Damian. Kiss me... please."
She said as he came closer to his lips, slowly and then kissed him, and that acts shattered his restraint. He claimed her mouth, but what happened next made his eyes widen. His little wife suddenly went buncas, like a firecracker that she is, she went full mood and then took over, then she sat on top of him, and then fanatically started to take off his clothes. From switching positions, straddling him, tugging at his clothes with urgent hands. Damian gasped in disbelief. This girl will be the death of me. He said in resignation.
And here he thought he was the king of bullying, well Eva did the unexpected, she decided to do the sucking.
Shocking him further. When his shirt was gone, she trailed kisses lower... lower... until she froze, blinking and staring wide-eyed at his huge size. Before he could tease her, her little soft mouth enclosed him and he groaned aloud, his head hitting the pillow, be wasn't expecting that.
She peeked up at him with watery eyes, then mischievously grabbed a tie and bound his wrists. Damian let out a breathless laugh as he facepalmed himself. This little wife can't be tamed, she's the tamer herself.
She was clumsy, unpracticed, but every touch was fire. Her moans vibrated against his bulge as she sucks on him, her hair brushing his skin, and it wasn't long before he lost control, his release tearing through him as he gasped her name. When she looked up at him afterward, innocent and messy, he thought he might actually lose his mind. So she's got it in her after all.
Unbelievable.