Damaged and the Beast (Damaged #1)

“You branded me good, girl,” he said, kissing my left butt cheek. “I wish I’d been sober for that.”


“Me too,” I said, smiling as he kissed me on the butt again.

Resting my head on my hands, I felt him moving around on the bed, getting comfy. Then, I felt the heat of his breath between my legs. Before I could speak, his tongue tasted me and I exhaled hard.

Cooper paused, waiting for me to complain. I turned my head and met his gaze. When I said nothing, he licked again and I shivered. Sensing the smile on his face, I knew he wanted me to feel good. What he was doing, softly, carefully, did feel incredible, but I knew I would panic. I would hit a point when I returned to the smelly trailer and wouldn’t be with Cooper anymore.

Until the moment arrived, I soaked in every hint of bliss. He was so gentle and I felt the pleasure building. Cooper ran his tongue deeply from my clit to my anus then back. It felt amazing and I moaned into my hand. Yet, I felt the panic rising up in me as the pleasure intensified.

Inhaling harshly, I tightened my grip on the sheets and prayed he would stop. Without delay, Cooper crawled closer then pulled me up to kneel like him.

“It’s me,” he said, lifting my chin so I would look at him. “It’ll never be anyone else. With me, you’ll always be safe.”

Placing my hands on his chest, I nodded. “I love you.”

Cooper glared full of rage. “If I could find those bastards, I’d kill every one of them so you’d know they were gone from the world. No,” he said, sliding his hands into my hair and pulling me closer for a kiss. Once his lips left mine, he gave me an angry smile. “I’d hunt them down and let you kill them. Let you kill them slow and make them suffer like they made you suffer.”

The smile on my face confused me because I never once thought of revenge. While I always said I would kill them if they came back, I didn’t really believe I would. Yet, when Cooper put the image in my mind of slowly killing those bastards, I liked the thought.

“You’re mine,” I said and Cooper smiled so sweetly. “It’s why I marked your butt.”

Cooper’s soft smile shifted into a horny grin. “I still haven’t retaliated for all those love bites.”

“What will my punishment be?”

“I want to kiss all over you.”

Knowing what he meant, I asked, “If I get scared, you’ll stop?”

“Yes,” he whispered, teasing my nipples with his thumbs. “I need you to come. I need to watch you lose control and know you feel even a tiny bit as good as I do every time we’re together. I need you to let me give you this, Farah.”

“Can I lie on my back so I can see you? I like watching you when we’re together.”

“Oh, do you?” he asked, grinning as I rested on my back.

“Yes, so much,” I murmured, stroking my nipples and wiping the arrogant look right off Cooper’s face. “You like when I do this.”

“Once I figure out how to make you come, I’ll teach you to make yourself come so I can watch. You look so hot when you touch yourself. Your lips do this sexy thing,” he said, imitating my open mouthed stare.

“That looks stupid.”

“Maybe on me. On you, it’s fucking hot.”

Wiggling on the bed, I spread my legs. “You have great lips too, Coop.”

“Fuck,” he moaned, clearly wanting to skip my part so he could find relief for his erection.

“We’ll give it a few minutes. If it doesn’t happen, you can climb up here and we try a different way.”

Cooper grinned then kissed my inner thigh. “You’re letting those walls come down for me,” he whispered. “Every wall you remove makes you more beautiful.”

Smiling until his fingers spread me open and he kissed my clit, I soon sighed long and loud. Cooper might be horny, but he was tender and slow with his every caress. His lips sucked and kissed me so patiently. Every time the panic struck, I looked at him and remembered where I was.

The pleasure built with waves of heat and I thought I might finally orgasm. Cooper thought it too by how he was careful not to push too hard. Even so close, I couldn’t let go completely and I never came. The pleasure still felt better than anything I’d experienced before. Reaching for him, I was relieved when he was in my arms.

“One day, I’m making you come,” Cooper whispered against my ear as he entered me, “and it’ll be a day we mark on the calendar and celebrate each year like the Fourth of July.”

Aroused from earlier, I wasn’t interested in talking. Clinging to Cooper, I enjoyed his every thrust. Our lips met and I kissed him so hard I might have left a bruise.

“You’re mine,” I whispered as he propped himself over me and thrusted in a hard frenzy.