Chapter 55: Chapter 55

Chapter 55:

Tatiana’s P.O.V

Damien seemed nervous to tell me his story. I could clearly see the weariness in his eyes. But curiosity had won over me and I couldn’t seem to tell him to stop, even if it meant him being uncomfortable. I was going to see a part of Damien not everyone knew; it was my chance to get to know him better, to see how his mind really worked.

“I met Marian Joseph a little over a year ago, at a night club.” Damien began. “She was a beautiful woman with this dark hair and pale green eyes, so it wasn't a surprise we ended up spending the night together.” I tried to suppress my jealousy as I heard Damien describe this Marian woman, but the only comfort I found was that he didn’t look all that thrilled to be telling me this story. In fact, there was an underlying tone of bitterness to his voice.

“We began dating after that, meeting each other when it was convenient and spending the night when we could.” Damien continued. “The arrangement worked very well for the both of us since Marian was still trying to find her footing financially and I was extremely busy with my cases. But then, a couple months later, on my birthday, Marian told me that she had gotten pregnant.”

Damien ran a shaky hand through his hair. “I didn’t believe it at first. How could she be pregnant when we’ve been so careful? I had always used protection and she told me she was on the pill. I told her I didn’t believe her but she’d brought me some scans of the baby and I just had to believe her. She even called her doctor and put the phone on speaker so I could listen to their conversation. So I was left with no choice but to marry her. Marian was in no condition to take care of the child alone and I was foolish enough to think that finally settling down with her would be good for me. Little did I know what was waiting for me.”

I put my hand on Damien’s shoulder for comfort. I could already tell what was to come and I knew how difficult it was going to be for Damien to say it. I really appreciated what he was doing for me. He was tearing open scars that he’d rather forget. It made me appreciate him a lot more...it also made me fall for him a little harder.

“After we got married, everything seemed fine for the first month, my life felt better. I didn’t mind that Marian was asking me for money every now and then to buy things. She was having my baby, I would give her the world if she just asked. It wasn't until the second month that one of my friends, a colleague from the same firm I work in, told me that he had seen my wife with another man in a really shady area of Montana. At first I didn’t believe him, so I asked Marian. She instantly denied even going to that area. Another week later, that same friend sent me a picture of my wife kissing another man...a man I considered my best friend.”

“I was angry, but I hid it. That day when she came home, I asked her again where she went but she averted the question. The very next day, she asked for fifty thousand dollars for a diamond necklace she had seen on a shop and that she wanted to purchase. I didn’t say anything, just handed her the cheque and then waited in the garage for her to go out instead of going to work. When I followed her that day, I saw her giving the money to my best friend and he took it without hesitation. At first, I was so confused as to what was happening but then I saw him place a hand on her stomach and I just knew it!”

“I caught them red handed with nowhere to run and Ralph, my so-called best friend, told me that the child Marian was expecting was his, not mine. She was dating Ralph the night she met me, she had seen my picture on his phone and had gotten to know that I was a man with a descent income. She tricked me into marrying her to get a hold of my money and that was when Ralph had started blackmailing her. He even told me that Marian had been pregnant for a total of five months now, which meant she had gotten pregnant a month before we even met. Ralph returned all my cheques, telling me that all he really wanted me to do was find out the truth so he could have his child. He didn’t care about Marian, that lying, cheating bitch could go to hell for all he cared, he just wanted his baby.”

Marian was in a fix and threatened to kill her child to get back on us, but Ralph had already taken hold of her before she did anything stupid. He wanted his child that much...and I realized, that was what I had wanted too. A chance to hold a baby in my arms, a baby who was a part of me, who would run to my arms when I got home and who would look up to me like I was a hero. I felt my hope shatter into a million pieces at Marian’s feet and I was powerless to do anything else. So I dragged her to court and made her sign the divorce papers.”

“Marian didn’t go down without a fight though, she got a hefty sum out of me for the divorce and she got a monthly agreement out of Ralph that made him have to pay ten thousand dollars to her every month until the baby was born and she’d continue getting some money even after the baby was born. She was the worst kind of leech possible but at least I was free of her and Ralph was getting his baby. But the experience had shaken me up pretty bad.”

“I don’t think I can ever trust another woman like that, Tia. What Marian had done to me...it’s something I’m not going to forget so easily. That’s one of the reasons why I want to move to LA as soon as possible, to get away from all the bad memories. I was so close to having everything I always wanted and in just one fatal blow, everything was gone. I became a divorcee, I was no longer a would-be father and I had become the divorce lawyer with the messy divorce, the laughing stalk for the entire firm.”

The way he looked at me then just broke my heart. I’d never seen Damien look so mentally exhausted, so broken. I wanted desperately to comfort him and I didn’t think words would help with what he was feeling. So instead of speaking, I brought my lips to his and pressed down with a feather light kiss and lingered there so Damien could make the next move. I was giving him the choice today.

And the next thing I know, I was being pushed back into the mattress with Damien on top of me, holding my hands above my head and kissing me with a fury I had never experienced before. It didn’t come close to the tender love-making I was used to with him, but it was so much more. I felt alive and burning, like a fire had been lit under my skin and only Damien could put it out. But to be honest, I didn’t want this fire to end, I wanted to keep burning in its passion for as long as I could.

“I’m sorry, you deserve better than this,” Damien spoke hoarsely as we came up for air. “But I don’t think I can do gentle today, Tia. I’m too wound up. Tell me to go, tell me to leave right now and I will. Just tell me, Tia, what do you want?”

“I want you inside me!” I told him hoarsely, my breath coming in pants. “And I don’t need you to be gentle. Don’t hold back!”

And he didn’t. His kisses burned, his fingers sparked flames across my skin. I knew I might have bruises the next morning, but I didn’t care because I wasn't holding back either. I dug my nails into his back, raking them across his skin as I moaned out his name. My back arched off the bed as Damien took one of my nipples into his mouth and bit down hard. Then he licked the sensual hurt with his tongue while his other hand moulded my neglected breast.

My night dress was in tatters on the floor, Damien must have ripped them off of me at some point but I had been too lost to notice. I was writhing under him, my hands flailing by my side and Damien licked and sucked and bit ever inch of my skin, giving me everything I could’ve asked for and more. By the time he brought his mouth to my lower lips, I was ready to go over the edge. But Damien didn’t let me off easy. He was teasing, licking, tasting, all in slow, patient strokes, bringing me to the edge over and over again but never driving me over it. It was pure torture. It was agony...and it was pure bliss. I wanted him to hold me close, to drive me over and I wanted to get as far away from me as possible. It was a sensation I’d never had before and I wanted more of it.

“Damien!” I screamed in frustration as he brought me to the edge for the millionth time and then left me hanging. “I want you inside me, now!”

This time, Damien complied. He got off the bed to roll on a condom and then he was back at my side, the blunt end of his cock rubbing against my entrance in slow, deep strokes. He adjusted himself at my entrance and then he was burying himself deep inside me, making my back arch off the mattress as he groaned out my name.

In that moment, I felt complete. Like we were two pieces of a puzzle that fit together, like we were two halves of a whole. In that moment everything felt right and I just knew.

I love you.

I wanted to say it out loud but I couldn’t. Not yet. It wasn't the right time and I didn’t know when it ever would be the right time, but I was willing to wait. And then Damien started moving inside me and all thought was lost.

He thrust in and out of me at a steady rhythm, slow at first and then gradually increasing the pace. His cock was hard and pulsing inside of me; stretching me to the limit and making me moan his name. I could feel my orgasm build in the pit of my stomach, ready to take me over the edge. I was so ready for it and this time, Damien took us both over the edge.

He suddenly stopped mid-thrust and arched his back, his head thrown back to expose the slender column of his throat as he rode out his orgasm and the world shattered in a million pieces around me. Damien collapsed on top of me and held me in his arms as I quivered from my release, and then we drifted off into a peaceful slumber in each other’s arms.