The Maid's Deception-Chapter 71 - 70: The Demand

DAMIEN’S POV

Damien sat on the edge of his bed at 12:30 AM, fully dressed, his mind racing through everything that was about to happen.

In ninety minutes, Aria would attempt to steal from him. Would sneak into the greenhouse thinking he was asleep. Would take the Vitalis Radix and disappear, believing she’d gotten away with it.

But he’d be waiting. Would catch her in the act. Would force the confrontation that had been building for months.

His phone lay beside him on the nightstand, showing the security feed from her room. She was there, sitting on her bed, dressed in dark clothes. Preparing. Steeling herself.

He should be in the greenhouse already. Should be positioning himself to intercept her. Should stick to the plan.

But something kept him here. Some instinct that said tonight wasn’t going to go the way he’d planned. That something was about to shift.

At 12:35, movement on the security feed caught his attention.

Aria stood. But instead of heading for the door with her packed bag...instead of beginning her heist...she walked to her closet and pulled out a robe. Simple. White. Nothing underneath from what he could see.

His heart rate kicked up. What was she doing?

She left her room, and he quickly switched to the hallway cameras, tracking her movement.

She wasn’t heading toward the greenhouse. She was heading toward his quarters.

Coming to him.

Why? To say a final goodbye? To try one more time to confess? Or....

His door handle turned. Slowly. Tentatively.

He stood, his entire body tense, as the door opened and Aria stepped inside.

She was wearing only the robe, her hair down, her feet bare. And the look in her eyes.....desperate, determined, resigned....told him exactly what she’d come for.

"Damien," she said softly, closing the door behind her. "I thought you’d be asleep."

"I couldn’t sleep." His voice was carefully controlled even as his mind raced. "What are you doing here, Serah?"

Then her hands went to the belt of the robe.

"I need you," she said, her voice shaking. "Tonight. Now. Please don’t say no."

She pulled the belt loose and let the robe fall.

Naked. Completely naked underneath. Her body trembling but her eyes determined.

"Please," she whispered. "I need this. I need you. One last time." She said it so softly he barely heard it.

One last time.

So that’s what this was. A goodbye. She was offering him her virginity.....the one thing he’d been waiting for, the one thing she’d been holding back.....as a parting gift before she betrayed him.

The fury that flooded through him was white-hot, barely controlled.

She thought she could fuck him, take his seed, bind herself to him in the most intimate way possible.....and then steal from him anyway? Thought she could have both? Thought this would somehow make the betrayal easier to bear?

"Are you sure?" His voice was cold, dangerous. "Because once we do this, there’s no going back. You’ll be mine. Completely. Forever."

"I know." Tears glistened in her eyes. "I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything."

Liar. She was sure of nothing. She was torn apart, desperate, making choices that would destroy them both.

But looking at her....naked, vulnerable, offering herself with such devastating honesty.....he couldn’t say no. Couldn’t send her away. Couldn’t resist the temptation to claim her, mark her, make her his in every way before she tried to leave him.

Maybe, a desperate voice in his head whispered, maybe if I claim her completely....if I make her mine in every way that matters....she’ll choose me. She won’t be able to steal from me. Won’t be able to leave.

It was a foolish hope. But he clung to it anyway.

"Come here," he commanded, his voice rough.

She crossed to him on shaking legs, and the moment she was within reach, he grabbed her. His hands were bruising on her hips as he spun her around and slammed her back against the door.

"You want me to fuck you?" he growled, pressing his body against hers, pinning her. "You want me to take what’s mine? Fine. But understand this....I’m not going to be gentle. I’m not going to make love to you. I’m going to fuck you like you’re mine. Because you are. You’ve been mine since the moment you walked into my life."

"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, please..."

"Last chance." His hand wrapped around her throat.....not squeezing, just holding. "Last chance to walk away. To save yourself. Because once I take you, once I’m inside you, you’re never getting away from me. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Her eyes were fierce despite the tears. "I want this. I want you. Please, Damien. Please take me."

He crushed his mouth to hers in a kiss that was more punishment than pleasure....brutal, demanding, claiming. She kissed him back with equal desperation, her hands fisting in his shirt, her body pressing against his.

He broke the kiss long enough to tear at his own clothes.....shirt, pants, everything shed with violent efficiency until he was as naked as she was.

"Turn around," he commanded. "Face the door. Hands flat against it."

She obeyed, and the sight of her bent slightly forward, palms pressed to the door, completely bare and vulnerable.....it nearly undid him.

He positioned himself behind her, his cock hard and ready, pressing against her entrance.

"This is going to hurt," he warned, his voice strained. "I’m not going to go slow. I’m not going to ease you into it. I’m going to take you hard and fast and you’re going to feel it for days."

"I don’t care," she sobbed. "I need you. Please....."

He pushed her legs wider with his knee, positioned himself, and thrust.

ARIA’S POV

Pain. Blinding, searing pain as Damien’s cock tore through her virginity in one brutal thrust.

Aria screamed, her hands scrabbling against the door, her entire body tensing against the invasion.

"Shh," Damien’s voice was in her ear, his body pressed against her back, holding her still. "Breathe. Just breathe through it."

"It hurts.....oh god, it hurts..."

"I know. I know it hurts. But you asked for this. You begged for this." His hand moved to her hip, holding her firmly. "And now you’re going to take all of it."

He pulled back slightly and thrust again...deep, brutal, claiming. And despite the pain, despite the burning stretch, Aria felt something else building. Something that felt almost like pleasure mixed with the pain.

"You’re mine now," Damien growled, setting a punishing rhythm. "Completely mine. Every hole. Every moan. Every drop of blood you’re giving me. Mine."

DAMIEN’S POV

Damien felt the moment Aria’s virginity gave way....felt the tight resistance, the warm slickness of blood, the way her body clenched around him in protest and pain.

And beneath the fury, beneath the need to claim and mark and possess, he felt a surge of primitive satisfaction.

First. He was her first. Would be her only. No matter what happened tonight....no matter what she tried to steal or where she tried to run...she was his now in a way that could never be undone.

"Say it," he demanded, his hips snapping forward brutally. "Say you’re mine."

"I’m yours!" she cried out, her voice breaking. "I’m yours, Damien, I’m yours....."

"That’s right. Mine. My woman. My property. My possession." His hand slid up to her throat again, tilting her head back. "And you’re never leaving me. Do you understand? Never."

"Never," she echoed, though he heard the lie in her voice. Heard the goodbye hidden in the promise.

She thought this changed nothing. Thought she could give him her body and still steal from him. Still betray him. Still walk away.

She was wrong.

He increased the pace, fucking her with brutal intensity against the door. Each thrust pushed her forward, her breasts pressed against the wood, her hands splayed helplessly.

The pain was fading for her now.....he could tell from the way her cries shifted from agony to something more complex. The way her body began to move with his instead of against him. The way she started to push back, taking him deeper.

"That’s it," he encouraged roughly. "Stop fighting. Accept it. Accept that you’re mine."

"Yes.....god, yes....." She was gasping now, pleasure beginning to overwhelm the pain. "Damien, please..."

"Please what?" He bit down on her shoulder.....hard enough to leave marks. "Please fuck you harder? Please make you come? Please destroy you so thoroughly you can’t even remember why you thought you could leave me?"

"Yes! All of it! Please!"

He wrapped one arm around her waist, his hand sliding down to find her clit. The moment he touched her there, she shattered.

Her first orgasm as a no-longer-virgin woman tore through her with devastating force. She screamed his name, her body convulsing around him, inner muscles clenching so tight he could barely move.

But he didn’t stop. Kept fucking her through it, prolonging the pleasure until she was sobbing, until she was begging, until she was completely wrecked.

"That’s one," he said against her ear. "You’re going to give me at least five more before I’m done with you. And by the time I am..." He thrust particularly hard, making her cry out again. "You’re going to understand exactly what it means to be mine."

"I can’t...I can’t do five more....."

"You can. And you will." He pulled out suddenly, ignoring her whimper of loss, and lifted her into his arms.

She clung to him weakly, her thighs slick with blood and arousal, her body still trembling from the orgasm.

He carried her to the bed, and before she could catch her breath, he was pushing back inside her.

She cried out at the sensation.....still painful, still overwhelming, but less than before. Her body was learning to accommodate him. Learning to take him.

"Look at me," he commanded, settling his weight over her, pinning her to the bed. "Keep your eyes on me. I want to see your face every time you come. Want to watch you fall apart."

She opened her eyes...dazed, tear-filled, utterly destroyed....and looked at him.

"I love you," she whispered, and it sounded like both a confession and an apology. "I love you so much."

"I know," he said, starting to move again. "I know you do. That’s what makes this so fucking tragic."

He didn’t elaborate. Couldn’t tell her that he knew what she was planning. That he knew she thought she could love him and betray him in the same night.

Instead, he just fucked her. Hard and deep and possessive. Claiming her in the most primal way possible. Making sure that no matter what happened in the next few hours, she’d never forget this. Never forget him. Never forget the way he’d made her body sing even while her heart was breaking.

She came again....her second orgasm building fast, aided by the way his cock hit that perfect spot inside her, by the way his pelvis ground against her clit with each thrust.

"Two," he counted, not stopping. "Four more to go."

"Damien, please.....I need.....I can’t..."

"You can. You will." His mouth descended on her breast, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. "Because you’re mine. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it."

He flipped her over without pulling out, positioning her on her hands and knees, and resumed his brutal pace from behind.

This angle was even deeper, and Aria’s arms gave out almost immediately, her upper body collapsing onto the bed while her hips stayed elevated.

Perfect. Completely at his mercy. Completely vulnerable. Completely his.

"This is how I’ll remember you," he said, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "On your knees. Taking my cock. Screaming my name. Mine in every way that matters."

And as he fucked her toward her third orgasm, as she sobbed and begged and fell apart beneath him, Damien tried to convince himself that this would be enough.

That claiming her body would somehow claim her heart and her loyalty too.

That she’d choose him over everything else.

Even though deep down, he knew she wouldn’t.

Even though he knew that in less than two hours, she’d try to steal from him anyway.

And then...then they’d finally have the confrontation he’d been waiting for. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

The truth that had been too long in coming.

The end of the lies.

One way or another.