ONE NIGHT STAND WITH HOT DUKE-Chapter 58: Just an outlet

"That’s exactly the problem!" Valerie snapped, exhaling in frustration. "Once you give, they’ll come again. And again. They’ll get used to it!"

She paced back and forth, her fingers curling into fists without her noticing.

"They didn’t come as family," Valerie continued, her voice rising. "They came like leeches. You—you’re empowering them!"

Demian watched her.

For a long moment.

His gaze held no anger. No offense.

Only calm—far too calm.

"It’s fine," he said at last. "I’ll give them anything."

Valerie stopped pacing.

"You say that like it means nothing," she shot back irritably. "This isn’t about your money, Demian. It’s—"

She drew in a sharp breath, then continued in a frustrated mutter she couldn’t suppress.

"They’ll think I allow this. That I’m weak. That I—"

Her words broke off.

Because Demian was suddenly standing right in front of her.

Too close.

His hand lifted her chin gently, forcing her to meet the dark gray of his eyes. Before Valerie could say another word, Demian’s lips covered hers.

The kiss was brief.

But firm.

Enough to silence everything.

Demian pulled back slightly, his forehead nearly touching hers.

"Stop," he said in a low voice. "Don’t think about anything."

Valerie looked at him, her breathing not yet steady.

"As long as you’re by my side," Demian continued calmly, his voice filled with quiet certainty, "there’s nothing you need to worry about."

His hand slid to her waist, holding her in place so she couldn’t step back.

"Not the Austin family," he said. "Not the capital. Not anyone."

Valerie fell silent. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Her anger hadn’t completely vanished but now it was tangled with something far more complicated. Something that made her chest feel both heavy and warm at the same time.

She knew Demian wasn’t wrong. But she also knew... this kind of protection always came at a price.

And whether she was ready or not, she was standing right at the center of it.

Demian’s mouth crashed down on Valerie’s, hungry and raw, his hands rough and unapologetic as they roamed over every inch of her bare skin.

They were naked, tangled above the sheets, the morning light casting wicked shadows over their bodies as need took over and wiped away the days they’d spent apart as if those nights without Demian were nothing but a fever dream.

Each kiss was deeper, filthier his tongue exploring, teeth grazing, marking her as his. Valerie shuddered, feeling his grip tighten around her waist, pinning her in place as his body pressed hot and heavy against hers.

The mattress creaked in protest, their movements wild, desperate. Demian slid lower, his mouth trailing wet heat along her neck, down to her chest, stopping to suck, nibble, biting out soft whimpers from Valerie’s throat.

"Did you miss me?" he growled, voice thick with lust, lips brushing her ear before his tongue dipped lower, licking a burning path down her trembling stomach.

Valerie could only gasp, her eyes fluttering shut, body arching helplessly as Demian’s fingers teased her slick folds drawing out every delicious, humiliating sound from her lips.

"Don’t stop... fuck, just—more..." she begged, hips rolling up into his touch. Demian’s laughter rumbled against her thigh, dark and possessive, before he dove in tongue devouring her, relentless, savoring the taste and feel of her falling apart for him.

Valerie’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as her cries grew louder, the bed rocking with every thrust of his tongue, every harsh, filthy word whispered against her skin.

He didn’t let up, driving her higher and higher until Valerie shattered with a raw scream, her body convulsing, clinging to him as if he was the only thing keeping her tethered to earth.

Only then did Demian crawl back up, kissing her with a mouth wet from her own pleasure, both of them gasping and laughing wickedly lost in the afterglow and the promise of more.

Still gasping for breath, Valerie lay naked and trembling, her chest rising and falling as the final waves of orgasm faded. Her skin was flushed, streaked with sweat, lips still swollen from Demian’s vicious kisses. But her eyes, suddenly, burned with something sharper than lust.

"Am I just an outlet for you, Demian?" Valerie’s voice was low and raw, cutting through the sticky air between them.

Her hair clung messily to her face, bite marks and bruises coloring her skin—proof of how desperately he’d wanted her, of how thoroughly he’d taken her.

Demian hovered over her, his muscles tense, hard cock still pressed against Valerie’s thigh, the hunger in his gaze undimmed.

"Why would you say that?" he asked, voice rough, his fingers trailing over her trembling leg even as tension sparked between them.

Valerie looked away, though her legs remained hooked around his hips, holding him close even in anger.

"You disappear for days. Then you show up just for... this. I’m not your fucktoy, Demian. Not something you use whenever you need to get off." Her voice shook laced with both longing and resentment eyes shining with a sheen of unshed tears or leftover ecstasy.

Demian blew out a breath, frustration and desire warring in his eyes. He pressed a biting kiss to her shoulder, marking her again, voice thick as he growled,

"Are you mad at me?"

"Of course I am! Even if you’re busy, you shouldn’t just vanish and ignore me. Do you think my body can wait for you every damn night?" Valerie hissed, palms braced against his chest, but her body arched upward, desperate for more even as she pushed him away.

Demian gave a crooked, devilish smile, his thumb stroking her cheek.

"Yeah, I’m an asshole. But I need you for more than just release. I crave you, every piece of you. Your anger, too. All of it just makes me want you more." His lips traced her neck, voice dropping to a filthy whisper meant to ignite the heat all over again.

Valerie’s breath caught in her throat as Demian hovered over her, his body still pressed against her naked skin. Her eyes blazed with defiance, even as her thighs trembled around his waist.

"No matter how much you tease me, I won’t forgive you for ignoring me," Valerie spat, her voice thick with both anger and arousal.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails raking down his back, desperate to leave a mark—anything to show she wasn’t so easily won.

But Demian only grinned, wicked and hungry. In one sharp movement, he thrust into her again, harder this time so rough Valerie gasped, a lewd moan shattering her resistance as her back arched off the bed. Every inch of him drove the protest from her lips, replacing anger with a raw, aching need.

"Is that so?" Demian taunted, his mouth brushing her ear, voice low and full of challenge. "Let’s see how long that anger lasts."

He pounded into her, each thrust erasing more of Valerie’s words, until all that was left were the filthy sounds of her moans echoing through the room. Her hands clawed at his arms, but her body betrayed her hips lifting, meeting him stroke for brutal stroke.

Valerie tried to speak, tried to curse him, but the only thing she could manage was another desperate, broken whimper as Demian’s fingers found her throat, squeezing just enough to make her dizzy with helpless pleasure.

"I want to see just how mad you can stay,"