Chapter 19 #3
“Naughty boy. I am Damon's first love. The one everyone else has to live up to.” She laughs as Sienna stiffens further.
Fucking presumptuous. We may have been close when we were younger.
Until I realized what kind of person she truly is.
The devil disguised in red lipstick and provocative clothing. Nothing about Julia was real.
“Hardly. Though in the mind of the deluded, love and hate can be mistaken as the same thing,” I drawl, making it crystal clear for all to hear what I thought of that far too-cocky statement.
To solidify it, I kiss Sienna’s head before allowing my gaze to meet with the furious blue ones throwing daggers at me.
“Well, as entertaining as this is, I am due to make a speech. Shall we?” Luciano turns on his heel, forcing Julia to break our stare before they disappear into the hall.
“Geezus. What was that all about?” Sienna whispers, straightening up and smoothing her dress before looking at me.
“Am I trodding on toes here, Damon?” There is a bite to her words, and she will not meet my gaze.
“You’re jealous.” Her head snaps up so fast I am surprised she doesn’t pull a muscle.
“No. Me? Jealous? Never.” Her brows pull down, and her face scrunches up, making me smile. The blush that always accompanies a lie intensifies under my scrutiny until even her ears are red.
“You found the drawing in my office.” The statement has her green eyes growing wider as the seconds tick by.
“Are you angry? I didn’t mean to. The picture fell, and…well, the rest is history.” Her face is tomato red, and I laugh. Seeing her this flustered, thinking she has somehow offended me by snooping, is ludicrous, especially since I had done so much more.
“I don’t care if you rummage through my whole office. Nothing is off limits to you.”
Her mouth forms a shocked ‘o,’ and then she starts fanning her face, trying to ease the heat created by this interaction.
I twist her around and pull her against me before dipping her back.
“Damon.” My name comes out breathy, and she looks around, checking to see if anyone is looking at us.
“Don’t be jealous of Julia. You are the only fucking woman I have and ever will want and need, Sienna. You are the eighth wonder of the world. A walking, talking rainbow.”
Then I pull her to me, cupping her neck before getting my fix.
Kissing my girl is my latest vice and one I will not quit.
Cherry lipgloss adds to the sweet taste that is Sienna.
She mewls as she pushes herself against me, her fingers delving into the hair at the nape of my neck.
The gentle scratch of her nails elicits a groan from me.
If we don’t stop, this evening will see us leaving so that I can finally do what I have wanted to do with my rainbow since the first time I set my eyes on her.
Slowly, I pull away, her dilated pupils and heaving chest telling me she is as impacted.
“Let's get this over with. I have plans for us tonight. At my place.”
She blushes and then runs a finger along the line of her lips, removing any smudges.
I tear my gaze from her and then hold my arm out. She slips hers through mine, and then we proceed. The hostess at the door directs us to our table—one right at the front of the hall, on the outskirts of a small dance floor.
“Wow, this is really pretty.” Fairy lights are strung from one end of the room to the other, giving the effect of a starlit night.
Fortunately, the table assigned to us is with Marcello, Lucy, and a couple I have never seen or met. The other pair on the opposite side of us is an elderly couple I have conversed with a handful of times at similar events—investors. I dip my head in greeting and pull out Sienna's chair.
Unfortunately, Julia is another addition to our table with an open seat next to her for Luciano. I don’t bother acknowledging her, but I can feel her eyes boring into me.
“Finally, I thought we would never get started,” Marcello grunts while Lucy swats his hand playfully.
Luciano takes the stage, and his business face is firmly in place. This was the face the world saw.
While I was usually bored at these events with long, tedious speeches, I had Sienna next to me today.
I watch as she picks up a glass of champagne, her lips meeting the glass and making me jealous.
Fuck. Even the way she sipped was sexy. I patiently wait for the swipe of her tongue over her bottom lip.
A second later, she does just that, and I smile.
“What?” she asks, catching me looking at her.
“Whenever you sip something, you run your tongue over your bottom lip.”
“Do I?” She blushes and touches her lip with her finger before dropping her hand again.
“Habits are hard to break.” I keep my voice low so that only she can hear.
“You are doing that thing with your voice again.” Her eyes stay locked with mine as if waiting for me to pounce.
“What thing?” I slowly brush a strand of hair behind her ear, a shiver running its course through her body at the contact.
“That thing,” she hisses, squeezing her thighs together.
I lean forward, my mouth now close to her ear.
“Does it make you horny, little rainbow?”
What she does next surprises me. She angles her head so that she is a hair breath away from my ear.
“Yes, sir, Daddy Damon.” Fuck. Those words out of my innocent girl's mouth.
They command my dick into action.
I pull back, and she laughs, causing curious glances from those at the table.
I grab her hand, the lighting dim enough to hide our actions.
Then, I lean forward to whisper in her ear .
“Do you see what you do to me?” I place her hand on my cock, her face morphing to shock.
This time, I chuckle, causing Lucy beside me to snicker. She must know what is going on.
Sienna pulls her hand away so fast she knocks it against the underside of the table, drawing glances from everyone at the table.
“I’m sure if I pulled your dress up and moved those sexy panties of yours to the side, I would find you sweet little cunt wet for me.”
Sienna's eyes go wide, looking from me to the rest of the table and then back at me.
I couldn’t care less who hears me at this point.
The room explodes with applause, indicating the end of the speeches and our banter, as the table immediately erupts in conversation.
“How was the speech, Damon?” The humor in Marcello's voice tells me he knows how little attention I was paying.
“Entertaining.” Marcello and Lucy laugh, drawing my attention from Sienna.
This is when I notice the one person at our table who is not jovial. The fucking psycho Julia.
Her gaze is firmly fixed on Sienna, and more worrying is the deranged, unhinged, psychotic look on her face.
It is a look I have seen before.
On the day I lost a man so close to me, I considered him a brother.
It is the same look this bitch wore the day she killed Nicolo Scarva.