Her First Time

ISLA'S POV

“What the fuck was that about?”

I stalk after Damien, my hand clutched in his tightly.

He hasn't said a word since we left the club. Since I had a fucking gun pressed to my head.

Dying is definitely not part of my contract.

I pull free from him. He turns around, cold eyes wide in disbelief.

“Answer me, Damien. What the fuck—I didn't sign up for that! I almost got shot.” My chest heaves with each breath. I keep breaking rule #1

His jaw tightens. He straightens up. Looms over me.

He's so tall. But I won't be intimidated.

I tilt my chin. Push my chest out.

He watches me. Amused.

Then he steps forward, eyes sharp.

“The rules were clear, Isla,” His voice darkens

“shut the fuck up and smile.”

Rage builds up inside me.

“Yeah, and your bullshit rule got us in trouble.”

Silence tightens the air.

I exhale just as his fingers snake around my throat, pulling me softly to him.

His lips brush my ear. I flinch, whimpering.

“You’re stubborn, Isla. What did we learn today?”

I shut my eyes. Suck in a breath. I can still see his dick slamming into the other woman, his eyes burning into me, his husky voice telling me to cum.

My core tightens.

Before I can respond, his fingers find my clit, stroking.

My body shivers violently. Fuck.

My nipples tighten.

But I need to resist. He can't win every time.

I almost got shot and groped because of him. I deserve an apology.

I clasp my thighs together, trapping his hand between my legs.

His eyes meet mine. I shudder and pull away from him. He lifts a brow. I clench my fist at my sides.

“I'm not your whore, Damien. I won't die for you, or with you. We're done here.”

I grab my purse and brush past him.

His fingers grip my arm, holding me in place.

He leans in until our noses touch.

“You don't get to dismiss this, Isla. I'm the boss here.”

“Of course. The measuring of dicks.” I roll my eyes.

His eyes narrow. Then—

A smile tugs at his lips. He releases me.

My knees wobble as I mount the stairs, aware of his eyes burning into my back.

He won't let this slide, I know.

That's why I did it.

Because deep down,I want him to tie me up and make me beg.

I'll give anything to be under this man. Even if it means being a bad girl sometimes.

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DAMIEN'S POV

Isla Grant is pushing all my buttons.

But I don't want to stop her.

She's different. Unlike the others.

I walk along the beach, drink in hand.

The waves lap against the shore.

Seagulls caw, Everything is at peace, but not me.

My chest is raging. Yearning. I should have followed her upstairs.

But no. I have business to attend to. I need to think.

I down my drink and turn to watch the sun set, basking in the golden hour.

Rafael's face drifts in the wind. My insides curdle.

That son of a bitch. He took my club, now he wants to take my woman?

We used to be like brothers. That is, until he pulled the rug from under me.

My fingers trace my raven tattoo subconsciously.

I'll show him. He'll know what it feels like to lose everything.

I see a figure moving in the distance. Caramel skin, deadly curves, lethal face.

Isla.

I stroll over, my cock hardening at the sight of her.

She's wearing an orange bikini with invisible straps. Her hips sway to the sides as she walks into the water. Her luscious brown hair is held up in a messy bun.

The waves slap against her thighs, teasing.

I say nothing. She ignores me.

Something about her rage sets off fireworks in my brain, and my pants.

My cock hardens. Throbs. My pants feel too tight.

She glances at me. Her eyes drop to my cock.

I don't flinch. She gasps softly. Swallows.

The waves slap against her belly. Her moist thighs glisten with golden drops.

She tears her eyes from me and dives into the waves.

Her body moves like it was made for this.

Something twists inside me. My cock jerks painfully.

She resurfaces, wet and panting. Her hair has come undone, clinging to her shoulders.

Her eyes burn into mine. My stomach twists.

She knows exactly what she's doing. I don't want to stop her.

She arches her brow. Her hands disappear behind her back. Her bra comes undone.

I fall apart.

My throat goes dry. Blood flows to my cock at an alarming speed.

She frees her breasts, tossing the bra at me. It falls at my feet.

My pulse quickens.

Isla Grant will be the death of me.

I should say something. Move. But I don't.

I stand there, watching her in awe.

How her nipples glisten in the frothy waves. How the setting sun rests above her head like a halo.

Like an angel.

“Are you going to stand there, or join me?” Her sultry voice wafted through the wind, breaking me free.

I undress feverishly. My cock springs out, pulsing. Aching.

Her eyes widen, lust pooling behind them. She bites her lips.

Naughty girl.

My muscles ripple in the cold.

The salty waves lap against me, but do nothing to cool the fire inside me.

Only Isla can.

She giggles and swims deeper into the ocean.

I follow, hypnotised.

I'm right behind her. I wrap my hands around her. She yelps. I pull us under.

The world disappears. It's just me and her.

Water hums in my ears. In my eyes. My nerves fire to life. My chest thuds rapidly.

Isla wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer. Her breasts press flush against my chest.

I struggle to hold my breath. Tiny bubbles explode around us.

My brain is screaming for air, but my body? My body is screaming for her.

My fingers dance in her hair. Our lips collide—searching, taking.

We float to the surface. Her fingers move feverishly across my chest.

She has to stop, or I'll take her right here.

I trace kisses down her neck. She mewls and arches her back.

My tongue teases her nipple. She stifles a moan.

“Fuck—Damien, I need to tell you something…”

I'm not listening. My fingers dig into her back, pulling her closer.

She groans and grinds against my aching cock.

Her fingers rake my hair. My tongue doesn't stop.

“Damien—”

Her nipple slips out of my mouth, slick and hard.

I can't stop. Not now. I need to be inside her. Fucking her deeply as she clings to me. Tearing

her apart as the roaring waters muffle her screams.

“I'm a virgin, Damien. This is my first time.”

That stops me.