Chapter 13 #3
“Do whatever you want,” he says. “I’ll take it.”
My mouth is suddenly full of saliva. I swallow it down and step out of my bottoms entirely before stepping even closer to him.
“You’re playing a dangerous game.”
Damian’s eyes grow darker and he tilts his head up to look more directly into my mine. “It takes two to play.”
I can’t help myself. I kiss him again, just as violently as before.
My mouth moves against his in a tandem dance that smears spit along both of out lips and chins.
Our teeth clash together a couple times before Damian opens his mouth wider and lets me in again.
I lick his tongue as I reach down behind him and grab his ass.
I take one of his cheeks in my hand tightly and squeeze. I can feel the hard muscle behind the soft flesh. As I drag my other hand up his back, I feel the scars there. There’s so many.
I dig my fingertips into several of them, wanting to feel him closer.
Damian’s hands fall on my hips near my waist just like before. Allowing me to explore him however I want but not doing anything unless I tell him too.
I pull back from the kiss, biting his bottom lip along the way.
Once I’ve broken the kiss entirely, I rear back my hand and I smack him in the face. He looks surprised for a split second, but then there’s an excitement in his eyes that only causes mine to grow.
“That’s for lying to me.” I shove his shoulders until he falls back down onto the couch, and then I sink down into his lap. I reach for his throat again, wrapping my hand around his neck like it belongs to me and only me.
A red mark is spreading on his face from my hand, and I lean in and bite his cheek in that same area I hit him.
“God, I want to mark you,” I tell him.
“Mark me,” he breathes out. “Claim me.”
I lean down to his shoulder and take his skin into my mouth, sucking hard and flicking my tongue along the patch of skin until he’s squirming underneath me.
When I take my mouth off, my teeth are impressed into his flesh and a pink spot quickly grows red.
In another hour or two, it’ll be purple and blue.
I grip his throat tighter.
“You’re like a fucking dog in heat,” I taunt him.
Damian, as if taunting me back, sticks his tongue out and tilts his head back slightly. I growl and lean forward, licking his tongue and then forcing it back into his mouth with my own.
“You’re going to pay for that,” I whisper against his mouth.
“I’ll pay you anything,” he responds.
I laugh and slide off his laugh. “You’re pathetic.” It makes me even harder than I already am.
I move off the couch just for a moment. Only long enough to dig through one of the side table drawers until I find what I’m looking for. Lube. It hasn’t been used in a few months, but I always keep it handy where it might be needed.
After squirting some on my hand I move back into Damian’s lap and wrap my hand around his thick cock, stroking him a few times to spread the lube around.
Damian grunts softly and his eyes widen slightly in surprise.
When I’m done stroking it onto him, I reach behind myself and shove two fingers up my ass halfway. I tilt my head back and moan. I can see Damian watching me finger myself with an expression that may as well be drooling.
The tight ring of muscle contracts against my fingers as I spread the lube inside of myself. I can feel my dick almost throb in rhythm with each motion.
“What?” I ask between moans. I pull my fingers out of myself and position myself above him. “You didn’t think you’d be getting filled tonight, did you?”
Damian watches intently as I hold his length and sink down on it one inch at a time. He spreads me open so perfectly, but I remind him I’m the one in charge by backing off a couple times before I sit down on him completely. He’s flush inside me and I groan in pleasure.
“Only honest men get cock up their ass,” I tease him.
Damian tilts his head back and I reach behind his head, forcing him to tilt it back up and look at me.
“No, no. You’re going to look at me the whole time, got it?”
“Yes, Sir,” Damian says with a lick of his lips. “Fuck…you feel so good.”
I start to ride him. At first slow, but my patience is little to none tonight. I want what I want, and I’m going to get it.
I wrap my hands around his throat, both of them, while I bounce on his cock and feel him fill me again and again. His hard pulsing length hits just the right spot inside of me, causing precum to drip down from my length onto his stomach.
“You’re never going to lie to me again,” I say through breathless moans as my grip on his throat gets even tighter.
“If you ever…f-fucking break my trust like this again…I’ll fucking kill you.” I rock my hips forward and back before swiveling my hips and pushing down harder against his lap.
Damian’s breath catches in his throat, and I realize it’s because I’m choking him. I don’t stop, not right away. He’s got just enough leeway that he can breathe, just not very well.
“Because I can… I can kill you,” I whisper as I press my forehead against his and continue to restrain his breathing for just a couple more seconds. When I let go, he sucks in a breath and then moans. His hands move to my ass and I don’t stop him.
“Fuck, fuck…” He’s sweating like a pig and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. The way he looks glistening and gasping for air.
“I’ll never…hurt you again,” Damian promises me. “Never.”
The pressure is building up inside of me…hot and needy. I can feel that he’s growing close too. My ass clenches against his throbbing cock and I close my eyes while our foreheads are pressed together.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp out the words.
Damian doesn’t seem to be able to help himself, because he grips my ass tighter and pushes up with his knees until his ass is off the couch. He pumps into me hard and fast.
I gasp in surprise but don’t stop him. My eyes practically roll back in my head as his hips smack against mine over and over again. Sweat drips down my hairline and drips down his chest, collecting in a mixture of both of us.
All I can do is moan and grunt and pant for breath until it’s over.
Until I’m coming in several heavy spurts of cum along his stomach and chest, and he’s pulling out of me to come on my back.
We hadn’t discussed it, but the second I feel the hot wet ropes on my back I’m glad that he didn’t come inside of me. I wasn’t looking to have to clean that up tonight.
My body tenses. Every single inch of me. Until I relax all at once.
I melt against Damian and he seems to melt into the couch. My head slides down to his shoulder and I work to catch my breath.
“Holy shit,” I mumble. Then I remember I was supposed to be punishing him. “You’re so pathetic.”
Damian chuckles lowly. “You’re an asshole.”
I lean up with all the strength that I can. “You liked it.”
He smirks at me and this time he grabs me by the back of my head and nips at my nose. “That I did.”
After cleaning up, getting dressed, and letting Damian come back to reality a little bit more, I sit in bed beside him.
“Don’t you need to be keeping up appearances?” I ask him. I look down at my hand, seeing the wedding band there, and my heart sinks into my stomach. I’d nearly forgotten about it for a few minutes at least.
“They won’t be expecting me back for a couple more hours,” Damian insists. “Besides. I need to find a new shirt before I go back.” He chuckles.
I roll my eyes. “That was your decision.”
“I don’t regret it,” he replies. I look into his eyes and I know that he doesn’t just mean ripping his shirt off.
I quickly change the subject. “So. Tell me more about you.”
He raises his brow. “Like what exactly?”
I purse my lips for a second. “Where you’re from. Your…favorite dessert, just anything, really,” I suggest.
Damian’s smile grows. “You’re really asking me to tell you my favorite color and shit after what we just did?” he asks me.
I frown at him. “Wipe that fucking smile off your face. You know what, nevermind… Don’t tell me.” I fold my arms and look toward the curtained window on the left.
I’m not sure why I want to know. Why I care. Usually I’d be trying to get away from a hookup as quickly as possible, but that’s not what this is, is it?
There’s something more here with Damian. There shouldn’t be. There can’t be; but there is.
I remain quiet as I think about this. My brow is furrowed and I’m chewing at the inside of my cheek.
How could anything more really happen? I’m married to Rosalie. It’s just how it is. If anyone finds out about this it could fuck the whole plan up.
Then again, what plan?
Eivor is apparently secretly spying on me and my family and trying to discover some huge secret about me to use against us. If it weren’t for Damian…caring about me, he might actually have what he needs.
“My favorite color is blue,” Damian says.
I look up at him and come out of my thoughts.
“What?” I ask.
He shrugs. “My favorite color is blue,” he repeats himself. “My favorite dessert is tiramisu. I was born in Sicily, but I’ve been just about everywhere else for most of my life.”
I tilt my head to the side. “Okay,” I say slowly. “Why did you choose this job?”
He exhales with a vibration of his lips. “That’s a loaded question.”
“Our lives our loaded,” I remind him.
Damian laughs and shakes his head. “It’s…complicated. The closest thing to an answer I have is… it’s all I’m good for.”
I eye him slowly. “So, you don’t think you’d be able to do anything else?”
“I’m not sure how. Protecting people is what I’ve been doing my entire life, just about.
I’m not part of a big crime family. I work alone.
I take on contracts. Whoever needs me, gets me…
if they can pay enough. I’m never in one place for very long.
Once the job is done, they’re done with me.
” Damian looks away from me and toward the doorway.
I stare at the side of his face. Words that I want to say just won’t come out. It’s not time for them to.
“Looks like you’ll be here a while,” I remind him.
He nods slowly. “Yeah.”
It’s quiet for a long moment. I sigh and look down at my ring. “Do you feel as trapped as me?” I ask him.
He looks toward me. “I guess I do. Eivor expects information from me and I have nothing to give him. Eventually it has to end but…when?”
“And I’m married to his niece. What does he expect to happen even if you do hand him over some kind of information? Which you won’t be, but…” I shake my head. “This is all a fucking mess.”
Damian scoots closer to me and I watch as his hand moves closer to my leg before finally resting just above my knee.
“We’ll figure it out,” he insists. “I won’t let him use you.”
“But he’s using you,” I remind him. “How are we going to deal with that?”
Damian shakes his head. “I don’t know. You’ll need to let Carmine in on what’s happened. He’ll have a better idea of how we should handle things.”
I unfold my arms and brush my fingers against the back of his knuckles.
“Yeah. If we need to take Eivor down…Carmine and Soren are going to both need to know.”
Damian nods. “Rosalie should know too. I don’t think she does,” he tells me.
I squint. “You don’t think she knows what Eivor is up to?”
He shakes his head. “If she does, she’s done a good job at hiding it.”
“Well…it’s settled then. You’ll find Rosalie and clue her in, and I’ll get back to Carmine and Soren,” I say slowly.
Damian stands up from the bed and pulls something out of the pockets of his slacks. “Just in case you need it.” He hands it to me.
It’s a folded-up piece of paper. When I unfold it, I see that it’s a list of all the Fiorelli locations. Including ones that Carmine and Soren haven’t heard about.
I look up at Damian with my heart squeezing in my chest.
“Hopefully we won’t.”