An Early Engagement - Chapter 54

“Shirley.”

He looked at her and smiled, but his eyes held no warmth. It was terrifying.

“Where did you learn to do something like this?”

Shirley was confused and bewildered by his question.

“Learn… what do you mean?” she stammered.

“This,” he said, running a hand through his hair and sighing deeply. The vein pulsing at his temple revealed his struggle to contain himself.

“Who taught you this? Who did you practice on behind my back? Whose d**k did you suck?”

His grip on her shoulder tightened painfully, as if he might crush her. Shirley winced and looked up at him, fear in her eyes.

“N-no one,” she insisted, shaking her head vigorously. “There’s no one else.”

Damian’s expression softened slightly, but doubt still lingered in his eyes.

“Really?” he asked, his voice laced with skepticism. “Then how did you—?”

“Y-you taught me,” Shirley interrupted. “Just now. And I did what you did to me.”

Damian paused, taken aback by her response.

Shirley barely managed to finish her sentence. She didn’t want him to misunderstand, thinking she had been with another man or learned this from someone else.

“Ha.”

A brief smile flickered across Damian’s face at Shirley’s response. It was a mix of joy and relief.

“I see, Shirley,” he said, genuinely pleased. “I misunderstood. You were so good at it that I thought—”

“Y-you were pretty good too, that time,” Shirley stammered, unable to finish her sentence as a wave of embarrassment washed over her.

“I was good?” he completed her thought for her.

“I-I don’t know,” she mumbled, turning her head away to avoid his gaze.

“Don’t look away,” he said, gently turning her face back to him. She had no choice but to meet his eyes again.

There was something wild and twisted in his gaze, something she had never seen before. It frightened her.

“I-I want to go,” she said, her voice trembling.

“Go where?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Home. I want to go home.”

“I can’t let you do that,” he said, smiling as he pinned her arms down. Trapped beneath him, Shirley looked up at Damian, seeing the madness in his eyes.

“You came to me on all fours, Shirley.”

Shirley was silent, unable to respond.

“Begging me to hold you.”

“That’s… not true,” she protested weakly, realizing too late the gravity of her actions. She felt like a rabbit caught in a trap, only now understanding her predicament.

“So let me go home. Please, Damian.”

“No, I can’t do that,” he said softly, smiling. “You asked to be loved, Shirley.”

She remained silent, her heart pounding.

“And I’m going to love you thoroughly, right now.”

For a moment, she thought she saw a flash of light in his blue eyes. Suddenly, Damian lifted her and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.

***

“Ah… ah!”

Shirley gripped the sheets, moaning as her raised hips trembled. She had lost count of how many times he had taken her like this. Being entered from behind was something she couldn’t get used to, no matter how many times it happened.

“Hold on, Shirley,” he whispered, his voice a mix of tenderness and command.

The voice whispering in her ear was like the sweet temptation of a devil.

“You asked to be loved.”

Shirley remained silent, her body trembling.

“So you should do something worthy of love,” he said.

With great effort, Shirley tried to lift her quivering arm, but her slender limb gave way easily, having already expended all its strength. Her entire body was at its limit—her thighs and waist trembled, and the place between her legs ached from his relentless thrusts.

But Damian showed no signs of ending this night. The only thing keeping her from collapsing was his arm wrapped around her waist. He continued to thrust deeply into her, his grip firm and unyielding.

“Ah!”

A sob-like moan escaped her as he slowly withdrew, only to thrust back in with force, pushing her body upward.

“D-Damian…,” she gasped, seeing the mixture of s***n and her own fluids dripping down her thighs. The sticky liquid clung to their joined bodies, stretching as he moved. She thought she had already released all she could, but there seemed to be more.

“You’re so wet here, Shirley,” he murmured, gently stroking the place where they were connected.

“When you take it so well, I can’t help but give you more.”

He pressed his body tightly against hers, reaching down to feel where his c**k was buried deep inside her. The outline of his shaft was clearly visible beneath her smooth stomach, and he smiled in satisfaction.

“Can you feel it, Shirley?” he asked, his voice a mix of tenderness and dominance.

“Ah, ah, uh…,” Shirley moaned, feeling like she might pass out from the intense pressure. Overwhelmed by the pleasure, she shook her head and placed her hand over Damian’s, which was pressing down on her stomach.

“Do you want to feel it too? Here,” Damian said, guiding her hand to cover his own. He pressed down firmly, making the outline of his c**k inside her even more pronounced. Shirley let out a small scream at the sensation, as if she had swallowed a snake.

“Stop, please stop,” she begged, tears streaming down her face, but Damian showed no sign of stopping.

“I’m going to fill you with my seed,” he murmured. “Then our baby will grow inside you.”

“Ah, ah,” Shirley cried out, her body reacting to every thrust, too sensitive to resist.

“Your belly will swell,” he continued, his voice dreamy. “Oh, how beautiful you’ll be, Shirley.” With a final, deep thrust, he came inside her again, as if branding her with his essence.

As he pulled out, a trail of milky fluid dripped down her thighs. Exhausted, Shirley collapsed onto the sheets, her legs still spread, Damian’s seed trickling out of her. She felt like a puppet whose strings had been cut, her limbs heavy and lifeless.

“Shirley……” Damian lay on top of her, turning her head to kiss her deeply.

“Mmm……” she moaned softly into his mouth, too tired to do anything but surrender to his touch.