Chapter 13 #2
Damian reaches out and almost touches my cheek but doesn’t. I can still feel the heat of his hand from this close distance, and I can’t help but lean in closer to press my jawline against his palm.
“I saw what your father did to you, and I saw the pain on your face. On your brother’s face. I saw what no child should ever have to experience. No person,” he tells me.
“You wouldn’t have even known if you hadn’t betrayed my trust in the first place,” I remind him, and myself. I pull away from his touch.
The tears welling up in my eyes are growing heavier and heavier.
“I know,” Damian agrees. “I can’t change that, but I will never give Eivor even a single word of information that he could ever use against you. I promise you that.”
A sob forms in my chest and I nearly let it out. I squeeze my eyes closed and several tears drip down my cheeks.
“He never hurt me,” I tell Damian.
“What?” he asks, his voice laced with confusion.
I suck in a deep breath. “My father. He never hurt me… At least not like Carmine. He took pictures of me. I remember them. I remember not understanding what was happening, and I remember feeling so…uncomfortable. He just told me it was what good boys did.”
Damian doesn’t speak, he just looks at me.
“But…he never touched me,” I explain slowly. “Not like he did Carmine. We don’t talk about it, but… I know what he would do at night with him. I know how fucked up our father was.”
“You didn’t deserve what he did,” Damian tells me. “Whether he touched you or not. He hurt you too.”
“He hurt Carmine more,” I whisper. “And I never said anything.” I swallow the tight lump in my throat and take a step back from him.
“Oh, God. Why am I telling you this?” I wave a hand. “I shouldn’t be telling you anything!”
“You can talk to me,” Damian insists.
I shake my head. “No. No I can’t. I can’t trust you. You came here to get this out of me, didn’t you?” I accuse him. “Everything we did together…it was just to get me to trust you.”
Damian growls under his breath and takes the two steps closer until our faces are nearly touching.
“You can be as pissed at me as you want, but I’m not going to have you accuse me of that,” he tells me. “I’m here because I want your trust. If I just wanted to play you, I would’ve given Eivor Fiorelli the information he wanted when he confronted me earlier and threatened me if I don’t get it.”
I swallow hard and ignore the salty taste of my own tears on my lips.
“I would’ve given him the pictures and you’d be hearing about this from him. Do you honestly believe that I’d do that, Alessio?”
I just stare at him glossy eyed and angry.
“Because if you think I’m that kind of man…” he shakes his head.
I suck in a deep breath before I speak. “I don’t,” I admit. “I don’t think you’re that kind of man. I never would’ve let you in if I did.”
“If I was that kind of man, I’d have just forced my way in,” he agrees.
I shake my head. “I don’t just mean my penthouse,” I tell him. My voice lowers.
Damian looks back at me knowingly. “I never intended to let you in,” he admits.
“Neither did I,” I say. “But here we are. Here I am standing in front of a man who lied to me. Who betrayed my trust. Who went through my father’s fucking office and found a dark secret that no one was ever supposed to know about. Who expects me to just…trust him.”
“I don’t expect you to just t—” Damian starts, but I cut him off.
“Shut the fuck up,” I stop him. “It doesn’t matter, because I do.”
Damian stares at me.
“I trust you with my life, Damian. And I hate that I do, because I shouldn’t. It’s dangerous to trust a man whose gun belongs to the enemy with your life.”
“You’re married to the enemy,” he reminds me.
I can’t help but laugh in frustration. “I’m so fucked, Damian,” I tell him. “So maybe it doesn’t matter.”
“It matters,” Damian insists. He steps closer to me. “Can I touch you?” he asks.
I inhale shakily. “Please.” As much as I want to shove him away from me, I also want to be closer to him. It’s a very conflicted feeling.
Damian grabs me by the face. “This matters,” he says. “I don’t know why. Don’t know how…but it does. And I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that you can trust me. No one is going to touch you, not while I’m here.”
“Then you better stay here for a while,” I whisper as I lean down closer to him. He keeps his hold on my face until I move in even closer and his hand slides down to my throat. I quickly reach up and grab him by the throat.
“I’m in charge tonight,” I tell him. My voice rough and stern. “You betrayed my trust; I think you deserve a punishment.”
I can feel Damian’s throat move as he swallows. “What do you have in mind?” he asks.
I smirk and step in closer.
“I want to feel you squirm,” I say. My hand tightens around his throat and I pull him closer by it until our lips smash together.
I kiss him hard and deep, not wasting any time.
As I feel Damian melt into me and kiss me back with just as much vigor, it makes my entire body light up with energy.
Every part of me is covered in goosebumps.
I shove my tongue into his mouth and dominate his tongue in rough swirling motions. Every ounce of anger and frustration I’m feeling toward the situation is poured into this kiss.
Damian wraps his hands around my waist and despite being so big and strong, I can feel the way he submits to me. He lets me crush my mouth to his and completely take him over.
I use my other hand to grab him by the back of his hair and grip tightly. He moans into my mouth and I feel heat shoot straight down into my cock.
“Do you like being dominated?” I ask him when I break the kiss for air. “Huh? Do you like when another man puts you on your knees?”
I let go of his throat and grab his hair so tightly that he’s forced to lean forward slightly.
“Y-Yes,” Damian admits, already breathless and panting.
I chuckle darkly. “Then the safe word is pickles, got it?”
He laughs softly but I yank at his hair and he grunts in response. “Got it.”
I pull Damian to the living room by his hair and while still holding onto him I make sure the TV is off and glance over at the windows to see if the curtains are closed. They are.
I can remember when I was on my knees for Damian, and how desperate and vulnerable I had been—and now it’s completely different.
Damian stands before me with an obvious hard-on in his slacks and my hand holding tightly to his head. I push down on his head with one hand and on his shoulder with the other.
“Get on your fucking knees,” I growl.
Damian practically collapses to his knees like a man who has been waiting to hear those words.
I feel all my blood pumping through my body and meeting violently in my groin. I can hardly contain the desire that pulses through me. I push my silk bottoms down, nothing else underneath, and my hard length springs free.
“Open your mouth.” My words are demanding and harsh, but he reacts as though I’ve asked him as sweetly as possible. Damian opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out.
“Look at that mouth,” I say with a gasp as I grab my own cock and slap it against his tongue. He hums softly in response.
I rub myself against his wet tongue for a moment before I finally urge him to close his mouth around my length. I’m still holding his hair with my other hand, and I use this for leverage.
“Don’t fucking move,” I order him. “Let me fuck your mouth.”
Damian doesn’t move, he doesn’t bob his head and he doesn’t even work to steady himself on his knees. As I start to thrust my hips against his face, he simply takes it.
He takes all of it.
I grunt and moan in pleasure as his mouth surrounds my throbbing cock and every single swivel of my hips brings me across his tongue in just the right way.
“That’s it,” I praise him. Despite the fact that I’m supposed to be punishing him.
I remember myself and I pull at his hair harder, listening to him grunt and pant in response.
The sound of my balls smacking against his chin claps throughout the room, the only other sound is my moaning and his grunting.
I look down to see the bulge within his slacks has grown even larger and there’s a damp spot of what I imagine is precum spreading along the fabric.
“Someone likes being used, doesn’t he?” I say breathlessly.
I let go of his hair to pull my shirt off over my head. I’m already sweating. Every part of my body is burning hot and I can’t help but rock my hips harder and faster into his mouth.
I know if I don’t stop soon, I won’t be able to. This incredibly hot moment will be over when it’s just begun. So, I force myself to slow down. I shiver hard as I pull my hips back away from his mouth.
Damian leans forward slightly like he’s trying to follow my dick that I’ve taken away from him.
“Tsk tsk.” I run my fingers through his hair and feel the sweat there. “You’re not supposed to be moving unless I say so.”
“Yes, Sir,” he says low and gravely.
A shiver runs down my back and I look at him with even more desire and need than before.
“You’re a naughty man,” I whisper. “Stand up and get undressed. I want every single piece of clothing off you by the time I get to five. One—”
Damian quickly stands up and starts to disrobe. His jacket, his pants, his underwear.
“Three—”
His socks. But he’s stuck on the buttons of his dress shirt.
“Four.”
I watch as he decides to simply rip his shirt off, like it’s nothing. The buttons go flying around the room and his shirt is in a ripped mess on the floor when I finally get to the final number.
“Five.” I can’t help but stifle a laugh. All humor leaves me immediately as I look at the man before me. Muscle and body hair. Thick thighs and broad shoulders.
Hanging stiff between his legs is his thick cock that drips with precum.
Damian is panting for air.
“God fucking damn,” I mumble as I trail my eyes along his strong sexy body. “You have no idea the things I want to do to you.”
Damian steps closer to me, sweat pooling between his collar bones already.