Chapter 51

DAMON

My lips were on Clara's as I pushed her back into the house. Fuck, I wanted to bury myself in her. My whole body shook with anticipation; I had never wanted to make love to someone so badly.

"Your room," I murmured between kisses. She pointed toward the stairs.

"It's up," she replied, and I groaned. I couldn't wait that long.

I pulled away slightly and tore open her shirt. She gasped, but my lips were immediately on hers before she could speak.

"I'll get you another shirt," I muttered as I lifted her skirt and gently pressed her against the wall. My hands were eager to savor her skin and taste, but I could do that later.

I quickly pulled down my pants and underwear, then lifted her slightly. She immediately wrapped her leg around my waist.

"I'm going to be rough, Clara," I growled, and she moaned.

"Just fuck… ahh!" she screamed as I entered her roughly. My pace quickened as I grabbed her breast and sucked on her taut nipples.

"Yes, Damon!" she moaned, and I groaned. Fuck, how I'd missed that sound.

My thrusts became rougher, and I was almost afraid of hurting her, but her moans and the way she clung to me suggested otherwise.

That night, I made love to Clara in every corner of the house: on the floor, in all the bathrooms, on the table, in the kitchen. Goddess! I couldn't get enough of her. I wanted to be buried in her forever, but I couldn't.

Despite her encouragement to continue, I could see she was tiring, and her core was starting to hurt from its sensitivity. I carried her to her room and made love to her one last time before lying down beside her. We listened to each other's breathing for a while, enjoying each other's presence.

"Turn around; I want to see your face," I murmured, and she immediately turned, staring down at me. I took her in my arms and kissed her forehead. Her nipples were still red and taut, and I wanted nothing more than to suck on them, but I needed to let her body rest.

"I should be going," I murmured, with no intention of getting up.

"You should," she replied, but her hold on me tightened, making me smile.

"I'll leave later," I replied, then snuggled closer. She sighed contentedly and soon fell asleep on my chest. I loved this feeling of her in my arms.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep as well. Clara's groan woke me.

"What is it?" I questioned without opening my eyes.

"I want to pee, but you're crushing me with your weight," she whined. My eyes slowly opened, and I noticed I was lying on top of her.

I rolled away, and she immediately jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom while I stared at her cute, plump butt. She came out seconds later, sighing and groaning as she walked back to the bed.

"I hurt everywhere," she murmured, and I chuckled before opening my arms. She immediately climbed into them.

"You asked me not to stop," I murmured, and she sighed.

"I didn't know the repercussions," she replied, then glanced at the clock and gasped.

"Oh my! I'm so late for work. It's 11:30!" she shrieked, about to move away, but I held her tight.

"You don't have to go anywhere," I murmured, and she frowned.

"I know I'm a Donovan, but that doesn't mean I should be treated differently. My colleagues already hate me. Besides, my boss could get fed up with me at any point," she murmured. I couldn't resist kissing her lips.

"What boss?" I questioned, and she furrowed her eyebrows.

"My boss. The manager? You've met her a couple…"

"She's not your boss," I interjected, and she frowned.

"Damon, I'm not in the mood for…"

"I bought the place under your name, so you're the boss, not her," I said, and she froze, staring at me wide-eyed.

She remained like that for a minute before gasping.

"You've got to be kidding me," she muttered, and I shook my head.

"I'm not joking. Come here so I can hold you," I murmured, opening my arms. She shook her head and stood up, making me sigh.

"Let me get this straight. You bought the entire building under my name, which means I'm now the owner?" she asked, pointing at me. I nodded.

"Yeah. I know it's not a big building, but…"

"Why would you do that?!" she shrieked, and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Because I didn't want you to be bullied anymore. Now you can hire those who respect you and fire those who don't. The main reason is for everyone to know they can't mess with my wife, and nothing you say can change that. The building is yours now; accept it," I said, folding my arms. She stared at me for a while before sighing and falling back into my arms.

"You are impossible," she murmured, and I smiled, kissing the top of her nose.

"But you love me anyway," I said absentmindedly, and her body froze.

"You need to leave now, Damon," she muttered coldly, trying to pull away, but I tightened my arms around her.

"No, you don't get to act that way with me again," I muttered, and she sighed.

"Damon…"

"No matter what you say, I'm not going to believe you don't like me or can't stand me because last night and right now prove otherwise. I don't know what's going on with you, but you can tell me. Is there a reason you were acting that way before?" I asked softly, caressing her face. She just stared at me.

"Nothing is…"

"Don't give me that bullshit, Clara. Don't make me find out myself, because it will get bloody. Tell me," I urged. She pursed her lips and shook her head.

"I can't," she murmured. I sighed. "You give me no choice then, but know that I'm not giving you space again. You're my wife, and if I want to be with you, then I will be with you…"