Liminal space

Chapter 13

Spicy warning- this chapter gets HOT 🌶

Eros Pov
I exit the shower careful not wet my bandages and dress my self in a large lose fitting shirt with no bra, and some tight shorts.

I hop to my door and open it, I lean out and look down the hall and down the stairs.

I can make it.
I look down at my wrapped ankle
I can do it I'm not a weakling.
I hop a little out the door
And pain immediately shoots through my ankle as it shakes when I jump.
Or not, I lean back against the door frame and call for Damien
"Damien, I'm done." I yell
This is so embarrassing, having to wait for a man to carry me down the stairs.
I watch as he comes into view,
he changed clothes.
His sleeveless shirt expose all of his his tattoos,
I take in his large body and turn away as to not get distracted.
I push my wet curly hair off of my shoulders
"Thank you," I say as he lifts me up into his arms
He leans me back into his chest and I place my arm on his shoulder
"Of course." He rasps out trying not to look down at me
Why is he avoiding eye contact with me
"You changed?" I say as my fingers run along the hem of his shirt
"I didn't think cooking dinner covered in blood would be appropriate." He lifts the corner of his lip to smile.
"I liked it, it made you look edgy." I smirk
He waves off my comment as we make it into the kitchen
He places me in a tall white chair at the island in front of the stove
He moves to the glass windows surrounding us and moves back the curtains to show a large pool outside
"Wow, that's very pretty."
"You should see it when the sun is going down." He says and washes his hands before grabbing a knife and cute some chicken into small pieces
I put my hands under my chin and observe my chef as he cooks.
"What are you making?" I ask
" fettuccine Alfredo, if you don't like pasta I can make you something else." He quickly says
"No, no, I like pasta."
He murmurs something that sounds like "I knew it" under his breath but I ignore it.

He seasons the chicken before placing it in a pan with oil in it, he bends down to grabs a pot from the cabinet and fills it with water and salt and puts it back on the stove
"Where did you learn to cook? You mom?"
I watch as his back muscles move from cutting and chopping
"Um no, I guess I got tired of always eating left overs that our personal chef would leave, so sometimes I would ask her teach me, I learned a few things from her, but everything else I learned on my own."
As the water comes to a boil he pour a hand full of pasta into the water and stirs it.
"How long have you lived here?"
"What are you the FBI?" He turns to face me and laughs
He has a luring smile, I don't want to stop watching him laugh.
"I'm just curious is all." I smile back at him
"I've lived here since I moved out when I was 18."
" Interesting." I nod
Damien grabs a towel from a drawer and uses it to lift up the pot of water, he pour out the excess water into the sink and places it back on the stove off of the heat.
He pulls out some parmesan cheese from his fridge and grates it into a new pot, he pulls out some heavy cream and slowly pour it in occasionally adding in butter, he cuts the cooked chicken into slices.
When he's done he mixes the pasta into the sauce, plates it and places a couple slices of chicken on top.
He sets the plate down in front of me.
He makes his own plate and places it next to mine, he grabs us cups of cold water before taking a seat next to me

I grab a fork and dig in, the flavors explode into my mouth, This is so fucking good, way better than the frozen meals that I only now how to cook.
"Damien this is really good." I say as I take another bite
"I'm glad you like it." He proceeds to take a bite himself
"It's my turn to ask you questions." He says turning slightly to face me.
"Okay shoot." I say taking another bite
"Why did you move here?"
"I had bad memories from my home town so I just picked up and left to anywhere that I could get away." I wipe my lips on a napkin
"What where the bad memories from your home town?" He asks
" well um-" I think of the crash and the painful memories that follow
"I don't really wanna talk about it, sorry." I turn back to my meal hoping he will move forward.
I can see him nod through my peripheral vision
" how many boyfriends have you had?" He changes the subject
How did he find an even worse subject?
"Really? This is what you want to ask me?" I stare dead at him
"You didn't want to answer my other question, so This was the only other option." He grins
"Alright, let's see." I look up and purse my lips trying to count the men I've been with
"I've dated probably 4 guys." I turn back to see him get visibly irritated
"And how many of them did you sleep with?"

"That's a very direct question." I try to evade the question but he keeps staring me down
"Fine! I've slept with like 3 of them." I raise my hands up in defense
He just sits there clenching his fist.
"What?!" I ask defensive, He can't ask the questions and get mad that I answered them.

"Nothing" he grumbles out and take our empty plates to the sink.
"Don't be mad now, you asked the question rich boy." I cross my arms and stare at him
He walks from the sink back to me.
He turn my chair to the side so that he can stand between them
"I'm not mad, because I knew you won't ever see them again." He holds my chin in his hand
"And what if I do see them again?" I push
"You won't."
How is he so sure I won't see my ex's again
"How do you know" I grab his wrist that holds my face
"Because I'll kill them if you do." He let's go of my face and walks back to the sink.
He's just kidding right?
He quickly cleans the plates and places them on the dryer rack and turns around to face me
"Your kidding, right?"
He doesn't answer and moves to clean up the counter
"Right?" I ask again and he still doesn't respond.
He must be serious.
my hands cover my mouth as I gasp
Damien walks back over to me and picks me up off the chair
"What do you want to do now?" He asks moving me into the living room
"Damien, that's not funny." I say lightly punching him in his chest
"Who said I was being funny." He places me on to the couch
Omg! I'm literally sitting next a serial killer.
No wonder he's so rich he must be like an assassin or something.
"how many girls have you dated?" I try to switch the subject
"2 girls." He says simply
"See, I've dated less people then you." He says Triumphantly
"Oh please, and how many people have you slept with?" I cross my arms and sit back.
He turn his face away
"It doesn't matter how many people I've slept with."
"You are such a player." I turn away from him and pick up a remote from the glass coffee table
" I'm not, because I won't be dating anymore people after you." He says seriously
Did he forget this is just a contract? Is he just trying to make me blush, or is he serious?
"Yea right." I roll my eyes
"I'm serious." He stares directly into my soul
He leans closer to me, we sit less than a centimeter away from each other

"You really have no idea how much I want you." He places his lips on mine and gives me a slow and passionate kiss.
He doesn't let me go, not even for a breath of air.
I place my hands on his stomach and push him away for a breath of air.
He lets me take a small breath before he devours my lips once again.
He pushes me back by the hips until a lay flat against the couch.
My mind is fuzzy as continue to take the rough kisses he gives me.
I turn my face to the side, taking deep breaths in through my swollen lips.
This doesn't stop him though, he begins to place kisses down my cheek, chin, and down my neck. He gets my collar and stops as he sees one of the bruises that sit on my skin
"Why did you stop?" I say staring at him through my desire filled eyes
"...your injured, I don't want to hurt you more." He grips my hips
"No, keep going" I whine out pleading for him to continue
"No." He tries to sit up and I wrap my arms around his neck and he pulls me up with him
"...Please, I need you." I place a kiss on his neck tempting him
Who even am I?
I don't even know, he gets me so worked up that I feel like a different person.
"Please?" I say softer as I bite down on his neck
"Mmmm" he lets out a rough groan
I wrap my legs around his waist, careful not to hurt my ankle.
I place my hot core On top of his and grind down on his hard member.
He grips my hips even harder trying to hold me in place, I bite down hard on my lips as I push my hips forward and a shiver is released through my body.
"We shouldn't Eros." He says trying to blink the lust from his eyes
I buck my hips harder applying more pressure in between us and he takes in a deep breath.
"Tell me to stop Damien." I rasp out and bite down on his bottom lip
I move faster on his lap, I grip my hand into his hair pulling his head back
"Damien, tell me to stop." I gasp, the pleasure vibrating through my body
I look down at him through my blurry eyes to see him slowly starting to grind too, he pushes my hips down on him. He grunts out in pleasure.
He lifts my arms and pulls my top over my head
"No bra?" He moves his head to suck and bite on one of nipples, and I begin to shake uncontrollably as my orgasm runs through my body.
Damien's movements get rougher as his orgasm soon follows in pursuit. He groans out and bites down on the skin of my breast as he cums.
We both let out heavy breaths as I lean my tired body over him.
He leans back on the couch with my body on top of his.
We breathe in unison, my body growing tired, I fall fast asleep on his chest.