Tamed in Her Hands III
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Warning:
This book contains mature and explicit romance content. For 18+ readers only.
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But she wasn't done. She climbed onto him, grinding against him until his control snapped again. In all his life, he had never felt this kind of pleasure. In a long while since his existence, Damien felt pleased.
And she was damn good. He could see that he had managed to corrupt his, once-shy, innocent virgined wife. And he was loving it.
Then he flipped her over, taking her from behind, he held her butts from behind, slamming into her, Eva screamed.
Her cries filled the room. After a pretty long time, she started to beg for mercy, but it was far too late, she had awakened the beast inside of him, and he had no intention of letting her go.
Gina and the housemaids lingered by the hallway, torn between knocking on the door or pretending they heard nothing. Eva's screams echoed through the mansion, sharp and desperate; they couldn't believe the vigor of their machine-like boss, and he seemed really merciless with his fragile little wife. Fear prickled their hearts. They wanted to beg Damien to go easy on her, but who among them dared?
Her cries grew hoarse, then suddenly faded into silence. Relief washed over Gina, her precious Eva must have been spared at last. But just when she thought it was over, another sound replaced the silence, soft moans, helpless and breathless. Their eyes met in shock. They couldn't believe their quiet, stoic boss could be such a relentless storm behind closed doors.
By afternoon, Damien finally stepped out, freshened and composed, as though nothing had happened. He carried a tray of food Gina had prepared and went back to the room where Eva lay sprawled across the bed, her body spent, her face pale from exhaustion. He tried to wake her gently, whispering her name, brushing his fingers against her cheek, but she could barely flutter her lashes. Too tired even to lift a finger. So Damien sat by her side and fed her, spoon by spoon, his patience almost tender. She swallowed in half-sleep, then drifted back into a deep slumber against his chest.
And Damien hadn't been lying he truly kept her between the sheets all through the day.
The following week,
The office pulsed with excitement. A big deal had just been signed, and the entire company buzzed in celebration. Music, laughter, clinking glasses, and the aroma of small chops filled the air.
Eric strolled across the room with a bottle in hand, his steps slow, his smile easy. He stopped before Eva.
"Miss Eva, I never got the chance to thank you for the other day."
She blinked, surprised. "Oh no, it was nothing. You don't need to,"
"No," he interrupted softly, his eyes steady on her. "It meant something to me. So, I brought this." He offered the wine with a small bow, his politeness almost disarming.
Eva hesitated, then accepted it with a quiet nod. Eric's smile lingered just a moment longer before he turned away.
Almost immediately, Cathy bounced to Eva's side, eyes wide with curiosity.
"What did he say? Tell me, Eva, pretty please, don't you dare keep it from me!" Then her gaze dropped to the bottle. She squealed, snatching it playfully. "Wait, Eric gave you this? My prince charming himself bought this? Then I'm drinking too! Eva it's totally fine to drink with you, right?"
Cathy asked with her little cute face and Eva chuckled softly at her friend's excitement, "Ofcourse. Besides, he was just thanking me over a little help I rendered to him. Nothing more".
"Oh that's very thoughtful of him. Most people wouldn't bother. Especially since he's way above us all. That's why I just love him. And even though he rejected me, I just love him still."
Cathy popped the cork and poured them each a glass.
They drank and laughed, their voices mingling with the noise of celebration. At some point, Eva lifted the bottle and drank straight from it. Cathy burst into laughter, her eyes sparkling. "Eva! You're hopeless!"
Once the bottle was done, Eva suddenly reached up, and loosened the tie of her bun, and let her dark hair tumble down her shoulders. The strands framed her face beautifully, catching the office light. Cathy froze, alarm flickering in her eyes.
"Are you sure it's okay to let your hair fall like that? We're still at work remember."
Eva's lips curved in a reckless smile. "So? Relax its just hair, and besides I can do whatever I want."
"No, seriously, you could get yourself fired. Mr. Eric is still here, and even the boss himself is around."
Eva's laughter was sudden, almost too bright. "So what? Neither of them can touch me. After all," she lifted her glass, her eyes glinting, "I am Eva Lopez."
Cathy's smile faltered, a chill running through her at the boldness in her friend's tone. She glanced down at the bottle and finally noticed the fine print. Her face went pale.
The alcohol content was alarmingly high.
"Oh my God, what have I done?" Cathy whispered, her voice trembling as tears pricked her eyes. "Eva... you're drunk. You're really drunk." She could already see it, the way Eva's cheeks flushed, her steps too light, her eyes too bright. Eva's tolerance for alcohol was embarrassingly low, and Cathy knew she had ruined everything.
"Who's drunk? Me?" Eva burst out with a wide, reckless smile. "Hell no! I'm perfectly fine. Just so you know I am not drunk, I am gonna dance. Watch me, Cathy... watch me shine." She threw her arms up and headed straight for the little stage at the corner, her laughter echoing like music.
And then she did the unthinkable. She actually indeed started to dance.
"Oh no, I'm finished. I'm dead," Cathy groaned, burying her face in her palms as tears spilled down her cheeks. "God, help me. Eva would never_ never_ do this if she was in her right senses. Please don't let her get fired because of me." Her heart pounded painfully as she watched her friend spin, sway, and suddenly grip the pole in the middle of the stage. Gasps rippled through the room as Eva's hips began to move with surprising rhythm, her hair flying as she twerked.
Everyone was shocked because who doesn't know Eva? She's the most reserved employee in the building, so forgive them if they are having the shock of their life seeing her like that. It was mind blowing and everyone wanted to see her. While some folks were having a swell time watching her dance so freely, swaying, sashaying and all, unleashing a part they never could have suspected existed, especially coming from someone like Eva.
When some of the ladies saw Eva dancing so well, they couldn't help but to join her on the dance floor.
The door opened.
Damien stepped in, earlier he's been quite busy in a business meeting. And once he was done with the meeting he thought to have a drink or two with his employees just to encourage them for a job well done, you know, to perhaps share in his employees' celebration, but his stride faltered instantly. And his breath caught in his throat because...
There, under the lights, was Eva.
Not his timid, soft-spoken wife. No. This Eva was a vision, her body moving like a siren's song. Eva grinds on the stage. Then she twerks, her hair whipping as she twisted and flipped it back, her waist rolling with hypnotic precision.
Damian carried an aura so commanding that the moment he entered any room, silence usually followed—people couldn't help but notice him. But this time, no one even realized he had stepped into the hall. Every gaze, every heartbeat was captured by Eva. She had bewitched them all, her performance and presence stealing the very air from the room.
His employees clapped and laughed, but Damien stood frozen, utterly undone. He had never seen this side of her. She was dazzling. Untamed. Like watching a star blaze across the night sky. What? Eva was a beautiful dancer, she was damn good.
But then she began unbuckling her shoes, her hand reaching for the table to climb on it, and that was when Damien noticed something doesn't seem to be right somewhere. Damien's shock turned into a sharp alarm. It was beautiful watching her, but then he suddenly doesn't seem to like the fact that everyone gets to see that beautiful side of her. So his eyes darted around and landed on Cathy, her only friend. He could see Cathy pale and crying in the corner.
So in long strides he walked quickly over to her.
"What happened?" his voice was steel. "Why are you crying? And what's wrong with your friend?"
Cathy choked on her sobs. "Sir, please don't fire her. It's my fault. Punish me instead. Fire me instead sir. I_ I was the one who made her drink."
His jaw tightened. "Drink what?"
"The wine," she whimpered, holding up the bottle with trembling hands.
Damien snatched it, scanned the label, and his stomach dropped. He sucked in a sharp breath. "Eva drank this?"
"Yes, sir. We both did... but she drank more." Cathy's lips quivered as she pouted helplessly.
"You've got to be kidding me" and Damien facepalmed.