Bound by Flame & Fang

Episode 15

I stood in shock.

I couldn’t believe Damian was my boss.

Then it all started to make sense—the cars, the house, the way everyone bowed to him, and even his first name that I ignored. How could I not have known all this while? Goodness.

He stood up and slowly walked toward me, his tall frame overshadowing me. Every step he took forward, I moved backward, still frozen in disbelief. And him? He was simply smiling. That wicked, calm smile that belonged to the devil himself.

Before I could think, he moved swiftly and pinned me to the wall. His speed left me breathless.

I just stared at him with my mouth wide open, like a fool caught in a dream.

But I jolted awake when I felt his cold hand against my lips. I closed my eyes instantly.

I always did when he touched me with those hands—hands that smelled of cedar and something wild. My chest rose and fell rapidly, and I knew he could feel my heartbeat pounding under his palm.

His gaze lowered, and I knew his eyes were on my breasts. Even under the blouse, my n*****s were hard, betraying me.

He leaned down, his mouth brushing my ear. His voice was soft, dangerous, teasing.

“How will it feel if I spread your legs wide and f**k you in this office,” he whispered, “while you cover your mouth and try not to scream your lungs out?”

Then he bit my ear.

A moan slipped out of me before I could stop it. Shame and desire collided inside me, but my body betrayed me, leaning closer to his touch.

He kissed my closed eyelids, slow, deliberate, sending shivers down my spine. His voice dropped lower, commanding.

“Open your eyes and look into mine, Aria.”

I obeyed like someone under a spell. My eyes snapped open, and I met his golden gaze. Hunger. Lust. Possession. It was all there, burning like molten fire.

A wicked smile curved his lips. “Good girl. I love them obedient.”

Without warning, he lifted me as if I weighed nothing.

I gasped, my arms instinctively clinging to his shoulders. He carried me with ease, his strength making me feel like a feather in his arms. I was too lost in the storm of passion to even form words.

He didn’t stop until he reached the couch. He placed me gently on the table, his breath hot against my cheek.

“Spread your legs,” he whispered.

And again, I obeyed without thinking. He smiled and whispered in my ears. "Good girl"

His eyes locked on mine as he dipped his fingers inside me.

“Ahh, Damian!” I gasped in pure pleasure, my voice trembling.

My moans filled the office, shame mixing with desire. But instead of slowing down, his fingers moved faster, harder, driving me insane.

I clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging into his shirt. Every stroke, every press of his fingers made me lose another piece of self-control.

I moaned out, unable to hold back. Then I quickly covered my mouth with both hands, realizing where we were, in an office, his office.

My muffled cries only seemed to drive him crazier. His hunger was in his eyes now, glowing bright.. He moved with fury, with fire.

He licked every inch of me.

And just as I was about to break apart, just when I thought I would lose myself completely, he stopped.

I blinked in confusion, panting, my body shaking.

He stood, turned his back on me, and walked calmly to his seat, behind the desk.

“What the f**k…” I whispered under my breath. My legs were still spread wide open on the couch, my body trembling for release he didn’t give me.

He sat down like a king, as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t just put me on fire.

His face was cold and emotionless.

Then his eyes lifted, sharp, piercing.

“I thought you came here to work,” he said, his voice like ice. “Why are you lying there on my couch with your legs wide open?”

My chest tightened, shame flooding me all at once.

That was the moment I realized how foolish I looked. My legs snapped shut, and I lowered my head, cheeks burning hot with humiliation.

He didn’t even look at me again. His eyes were on the documents before him, as if I didn’t exist.

When I didn’t move, and just stood there trembling, he grabbed a thick pile of documents and threw them across the desk.

They landed with a heavy thud in front of me.

“Those are my schedules,” he said coldly.

“Rearrange them. And tell Ona Group that the meeting is cancelled." He spoke casuely.

He spoke nothing like the man, who had just pinned me to the wall few minutes ago.

Just when I wanted to leave with my weak legs. His voice rang out in a very commanding tone.

"Be fast. In Blackthorne, we don’t tolerate incompetence.”

I nodded slowly, my knees still weak from the way he had touched me. My voice wouldn’t come out.

I turned and walked quickly out of his office. My head hung low, my heart torn between desire and pain.

The humiliation burned more than the passion he had sparked inside me.

The moment the office door closed behind me, I couldn’t hold it anymore.

I rushed straight to the restroom.

The moment I reached the sink, I broke down.

I cried painfully, clutching at my chest like my heart had been torn out. I cried because I knew had been fooled again. "Just when I thought I had someone who saw me as a human being!"

"Someone who might treat me gently, he turned out to be the weapon fashioned against me."

The water from the tap ran steadily, but it couldn’t drown the sound of my sobs.

I cried like a baby, my shoulders shaking, my tears mixing with the running water.

Every word he spoke replayed in my head. Every cruel look. Every cold command. Just when I thought I was worth it, turns out it's was all in my head.

"Why?".

"Why did I let him touch me?, Why did I let him control me like that?" I asked myself, the pain I felt in my heart was too much.

I clutched my chest harder.

Because no matter how much it hurt, one truth tore me apart more than anything.

I wanted him.

I wanted him even while I hated myself for it.