Forced to Marry the Bratva: Age Gap Mafia Romance (Zolotov Bratva Book 5)

Chapter 20 - Genevieve

I pace the length of our living room, my mind reeling. I’ve tried to stay calm, to lean into the support Damien’s extended my way and take comfort in that, but for some reason it simply doesn’t feel like enough. I’m still searching for some form of closure. I know Damien’s trying to help me feel better and that I wasn’t to be blamed, but how can I move forward from the fact that my father physically assaulted me?

How dare he?After everything I’ve done for him, all the sacrifices I’ve made, how could he humiliate me like that in Damien’s office?

“Genevieve.” Damien’s voice cut through my turbulent thoughts. I whirl around to face him. “You need to sit down. You’re going to wear yourself out.”

I hadn’t even realized we made it back home. My mind has been stuck in a loop, the memory of my father’s hand connecting with my face still burning in my mind. I lost all sense of time and awareness of my actions.

The lingering sting of the memory feels like a reminder of my worthlessness in his eyes, and it’s impossible to shake that feeling.

“You’re right,” I sigh, and go take a seat on the couch, placing my head down between my hands.

“Are you thirsty?” he asks softly. “I can get you some water or tea if you’d like.”

“Water would be lovely, thank you.” I give him a small smile.

Damien presses a swift kiss to my forehead before heading to the kitchen. He returns a moment later with a glass of ice water, condensation dripping down the sides.

“Here you are.” He passes me the glass, his fingers brushing mine for a brief second.

“Thank you.” I take a sip, the cool liquid soothing my dry throat.

Damien watches me carefully, his gaze intense.

Damien tips my chin up, his touch impossibly gentle. “Talk to me,” he coaxes.

I close my eyes, allowing his words to sink in, wondering if I should speak the truth. Perhaps change would come from this point on. “It’s just… I wonder, if I had remained silent, he might not have taken things so far, and you wouldn’t have had to get involved.”

“Genevieve!” Damien exclaims, in near disappointment. “You should not apologize for defending yourself,” he says firmly. “Your father had no right to hit you, and if you think I’m going to stand by while he abuses you, then you are sorely mistaken. Imagine if you have a daughter tomorrow. What would you tell her?”

His words pierce through my confusion, finding their mark in the place of clarity I tried so hard to reach. He’s right. If I have a daughter, I’d want her to find her voice, to stand up for what’s right. I search his eyes and find nothing but sincerity. How does he always know exactly what to say?

“Your father shouldn’t have done that,” Damien continues, his jaw clenched. “I know I’ve said it a million times today already, but no one should ever lay a hand on you.”

I swallow hard, touched by his protectiveness and ability to read my thoughts. He doesn’t know it, but his presence has shown me that there’s more to life than seeking my father’s approval.

“You have no idea how much it means to me, to know that you’re standing by me,” I murmur.

“Listen to me now,” Damien catches my hands in his, forcing me to meet his gaze. “I will always stand up for you. Not because I think you’re weak, but because you mean something to me.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, holding him tighter. “For everything.” I pull back to look at Damien, warmth flooding my chest. “You’re too good to me.”

He smiles, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face before pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Nonsense. You deserve the world, and I intend to give it to you.”

My heart skips a beat at his words. I don’t know how I’ve gotten so lucky to find a man like Damien. A man who loves me for who I am, who stands up for me and protects me, who makes me feel cherished in a way I’ve never known before.

“I deserve to be heard,” I acknowledge, more to myself than him.

Satisfaction flickers in his eyes. “Good girl.” He brushes his knuckles along my cheek, a possessive gleam entering his gaze. “You have so much fire in you, Genevieve. Don’t ever let anyone extinguish that flame.”

A delicious shiver runs down my spine at the intensity in his voice. I begin to feel safe after talking to him and sink onto the couch with a sigh, the day’s events catching up to me. My shoulders are tense from the confrontation with my father, and a headache is beginning to form behind my eyes.

Damien notices my discomfort immediately. “Are you alright?” he asks, his gaze searching. “You look exhausted.”

“Just a headache,” I admit. “Today was... a lot.”

Without another word, Damien moves behind the couch. His hands come to rest on my shoulders, kneading the tight muscles with firm, confident strokes.

I can’t suppress my moans as the tension begins to unravel under his soft yet firm touch. “That feels amazing,” I breathe, relaxing into his hold.

“You’re too tense,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear. One of his hands slide up to massage the base of my neck, sending tingles down my spine. “You need to relax, my darling.”

Darling. The endearment makes my pulse flutter, and a fire kindles low in my belly. I crave his dominance, his possessiveness—I want to surrender myself completely to him.

“Lie down,” he tells me, as though reading my thoughts. I lay on my stomach on the couch. He stands over me, and his hands begin to work their magic, kneading the tension from my shoulders and back. His fingers are strong yet gentle, applying just the right amount of pressure to relieve my muscles.

A soft moan escapes my lips when he presses into a particularly tight knot, and I feel his hands still for a moment. “Does that feel good?” he asks quietly.

“Mmm, yes,” I sigh, sinking deeper into the cushions. “Your hands are amazing.”

Damien resumes the massage, gliding his palms down my spine. “I’m glad I can provide you with some relief. You seemed quite stressed earlier.” His tone is casual, but I detect an undercurrent.

He goes even lower and inserts his hands under the seam of my shirt, now massaging my lower back. A delicious shiver runs down my spine at his touch. To belong so completely to this man, to be the center of his world… the thought awakens a dark longing inside me, an ache I’ve never felt before.

“Keep going,” I breathe, fighting to keep my voice steady. I notice the way Damien’s hands still and how his gaze seems to smolder.

“Keep going where, my darling?” His voice is a low rumble laced with sinful promise. “If there’s something you need, you only have to ask.”

I swallow hard, heat pooling between my legs. How am I supposed to admit such a taboo desire? Yet one look at Damien’s intense expression tells me I can confess anything to him without judgment.

“I want you to dominate me,” I whisper, the words escaping on a shuddering breath. “Possess me, claim me as yours completely.” I bury my face in the cushions, my pulse racing.

“Genevieve.” Damien’s voice is rough with arousal. “Look at me.”

I slowly raise my head to find him watching me with a mix of passion, love, and wonder. “My perfect little one,” he purrs, trailing a finger down my spine. “Your wish is my command.”

Damien leans down and presses a searing kiss to the back of my neck, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

“On your knees,” he orders softly, helping me up. I sink to my knees on the plush carpet, anticipation racing through my veins. Damien stalks around to face me, desire etched into every line of his handsome features.

“You belong to me now,” he says, cupping my chin and forcing me to meet his gaze. “Your body, your heart, your soul—all mine to do with as I please. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I breathe, trembling with need. Damien’s possessive claim ignites something primal inside me, a craving to be owned and mastered by this powerful man.

A slow, wicked smile curves his lips. “Good girl.” He strokes my hair, the praise warming me from within. “Now, let’s see if that pretty mouth of yours is good for anything other than talking back.”

My eyes widen as Damien unbuckles his belt, the implications of his words hitting me. He wants me to... oh God. Arousal and anxiety war inside me, the thought of such an intimate act both thrilling and daunting.

Damien pauses, noticing my hesitation. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he says gently. “Your pleasure will always come first, Genevieve. Remember that.”

Reassured by his words, I steel my nerves and reach for his belt. “I want this,” I tell him. “I want to give you pleasure the way you’ve given it to me.”

A soft groan escapes him as I undo his belt and pants, freeing his hard cock. Heart pounding, I lean in and taste him for the first time, discovering this new way to bring my lover pleasure. Damien’s hands fist in my hair, guiding me to what he enjoys, his low moans and grunts like music to my ears.

I lose myself in the act, in his scent and taste and the sounds I can draw from him. His cock fills my mouth and touches the back of my throat, making it hard to breathe. But I don’t stop. I know what the feel of my tongue on his shaft does to him, and it makes me feel… powerful.

“Oh, Genevieve,” he moans, twisting his hands through my hair. I start moving my head rhythmically, sucking and caressing his shaft with my mouth, using my tongue to tease the tip, tasting the pre-cum that’s seeping out.

“Ah, Genevieve, you’re driving me crazy,” he groans and pulls out of my mouth.

“What is it?” I wipe my mouth clean and look up at him, worried I did something wrong.

“You were about to make me cum,” he groans, “but there’s more to be done.”

I whimper as Damien picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me upstairs to our room. We shed the remainder of our clothes in a frenzy, tumbling onto the bed together.

“I need to be inside you,” Damien growls, pinning my wrists above my head. “Now.”

“Yes,” I breathe, arching into him. “Please, Damien.”

He thrusts into me in one smooth stroke, stretching and filling me so perfectly. We both cry out at the sensation.

Damien begins to move, his strokes measured at first before picking up speed. The bed shakes under the force of his thrusts, rattling the headboard against the wall. I squeeze my legs around him, pulling him deeper inside me, chasing that bright burst of pleasure with every roll of his hips.

“You feel so good,” Damien pants against my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. “So tight and wet for me. I never want to leave this sweet heat.”

His words send a fresh wave of euphoria through me. “Then don’t,” I tell him, gasping as he hits just the right spot inside me. “Stay here forever. I’m yours, Damien, always. Tell me I’m yours…”

With a possessive growl, Damien claims my mouth in a searing kiss, his thrusts becoming harder and more erratic. “You’re mine, all mine,” he moans, pulling his lips away from me and nipping at my breasts.

I’m close, so close to falling over that edge again.

Damien slides one hand between us, circling my clit between my legs. “Cum for me, Genevieve,” he rasps, increasing the pressure. “Let go and cum for me.”

His touch and command are my undoing. I shatter around him with a cry, pleasure radiating from us becoming one and flooding my entire being. Damien follows soon after, his back arching as he finds his release inside me, my name a hoarse shout on his lips.

We lay there together, a tangle of sated limbs and racing hearts.

***

The next morning, I wake to sunlight streaming through the windows and Damien’s arm draped over my waist.

Memories of last night came flooding back, bringing a flush to my cheeks. We had fallen asleep, still entwined in each other’s arms. I can’t remember the last time I felt so happy and relaxed.

Damien stirs behind me, his arm tightening around my middle as he pulls me closer to him. “Good morning,” he rumbles, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck.

“Morning,” I say, rolling over to face him. His hair is sleep-tousled, his eyes heavy-lidded but bright. He has never looked more handsome. “Did you sleep well?”

“Better than I have in years.” Damien brushes a lock of hair from my face, gazing at me with a tenderness that makes my heart skip a beat. “You?”

“Perfectly.” I lean in, kissing him slow and deep.

I try to step out of bed, but he holds on to my arm and pulls me back. “I meant what I said last night, Genevieve. You’re mine in every way that matters, and I’m keeping you.”

My breath catches at his possessive claim. Far from frightening me, his words ignite a fire in my blood.

“Then you’re mine as well,” I tell him. “Because you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

Damien’s eyes darken, a predatory smile curving his lips. “Is that a challenge?”

I say nothing but instead pounce, pinning him beneath me as my mouth descends to mark his skin as mine.

“Watch me,” I murmur.

I can feel his heart beating against my lips, his breath quickening as I trail kisses down his jaw to his chest. My hands roam over his firm muscles, feeling the hard ridges of his abs and the smattering of hair that leads down his stomach. I can’t help but be drawn to the tempting sight below, the sight of him that drove me wild last night.

I run my fingers over the waistband of his boxers, feeling the heat radiating from below. “You want this, don’t you?” I whisper, a smirk pulling at my lips.

Damien’s eyes are smoldering with desire, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “You have no idea,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips.

“You’re on,” I breathe against his lips, trying to keep my voice steady. The playful challenge we’re exchanging is new territory for me, but I find myself reveling in the thrill of it all.

I go lower and take his cock in my mouth, sucking on it until it chokes me. My spit drips down the shaft, and I can barely breathe as it reaches its full shape.

Then, I sit back up and hold his arms above his head, sitting on his cock. Slowly, I begin to inch myself further onto his cock, finishing the last few inches with one swift bang.

His eyes widen, and then a devilish grin comes across his face. “You do know how to play, don’t you?” he whispers, trying to free his hands to touch me. I hold them down in place and begin to ride him with slow, tantalizing movements, my hips swaying hypnotically.

Damien’s eyes follow me, drinking me in with hungry desire. His breathing intensifies with every up and down of my rhythm. I can see the struggle in his face, the need to touch me, to hold me, to take control.

But I am in control now. I am calling the shots, setting the pace, and claiming him as my own. My heart pounds in my chest, matching the rhythm of our bodies. I can feel his heat building, his desire for me growing with each thrust. I’m testing his patience, seeing how long I can keep him invested in this game.

But just then, he bucks his hips upwards, slamming into my pussy.

“Damien,” I moan with intense pleasure, releasing his hands to throw mine back against his upper thighs for better support. With me still on top, he takes control, just as I want him to.

He thrusts up into me, hard and deep, and I cry out, my hips bucking in response. One, two, three, four… he holds my waist, keeps me in place, and fucks me hard, harder, as hard as he’s ever fucked me.

I see stars. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and I arch my back, inviting him deeper, needing more of him inside me.

“Harder,” I gasp, my voice barely audible over the sounds of our bodies coming together.

He doesn’t need to be asked twice. His thrusts become more aggressive.

“Damien,” I whimper, feeling the familiar sensation building deep within me. “I’m going to come.”

He growls, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes my toes curl. “Cum for me, Genevieve. Let me feel you fall apart.”

And with that, my pussy clenches around him just as I feel his cum shoot into me, and I almost faint from how giddy I am from this high.