CHAPTER TWENTY #2
“Good. Because you’re not allowed to run away again. You’re a Luciano. This is your family now. You don’t get to pick and choose when to dump us and when to choose us.”
Ouch, that stings.
“Lay off her, Sophia,” Damien say defensively.
But she’s right. He and his entire family have treated me so well since I got here. The least I could do is stop making it seem like they’re nothing to me.
She rolls her eyes, “Anyway, my work here is done. The two of you have fun making up.”
We watch as she walks away, leaving us alone.
“I should probably…” I trail off, talking a step away from Damien.
“Where are you going?” he questions, holding on to my wrist.
“Upstairs. You have to get back to your meeting,” I remind him.
“Luca will take care of it,” he says flippantly. “I’m not letting you out of my sight. Plus, we need to talk.”
I feel my stomach flip over, suddenly nervous.
“Okay,” I agree.
He leads me upstairs towards his bedroom, or should I say ours? It’s kind of surreal, having something that’s ours. Damien doesn’t say a word on the way and I’m completely in my head thinking about what must be going through his mind. He’s probably still upset.
I would be upset too if my wife accused me of killing her father. We enter the bedroom and I barely have any time to take in our surrounding before he’s wrapping me in his arms again.
Damien holds me like I might disappear, his grip firm but careful. I bury my face into the curve of his neck, inhaling his scent that’s so achingly familiar now.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I’m sorry I accused you.”
“You were right to be suspicious of me, sweetheart. I haven’t exactly given you reasons not to.”
My throat tightens but I make sure to look him in the eye as I say my next words.
“You’re not a monster, Damien. You’re also not a bad person.
Are some of your actions bad and reproachable?
Sure. But at the end of the day, this is about me and you, no one else.
And to me, you’ve been this amazing, wonderful man.
Who has cared for me, and wanted me and shown me that it’s okay to break down my walls. And I am so, so grateful for that.
He stares at me for the longest moment, eyes bright with intensity, searching, scanning, like he’s checking to see if I mean it.
And I do. Every terrified, confusing bit of me dies as I look into his eyes.
Because I’m so tired. I’m tired of pretending I don’t care.
I’m tired of fighting what’s already mine.
Damien looks at me, eyes conveying everything he doesn’t say.
“Unfortunately mi vida, I have some bad news for you,” he drawls.
I frown, “What is it?”
“I’m ever letting you go again,” he says, voice rough with emotion. “You’re stuck here now.”
“Good,” I whisper back. “Because I don’t want you to.”
He kisses me as soon as those words leave my lips, soft and reverent. I press forward, deepening it, tasting the quiet desperation we’ve both kept buried for too long. When he pulls back, his thumb traces the edges of my jaw.
‘I’m not glass, Damien. You won’t’ break me,” I say softly
I’ve seen the worst parts of him and somehow I want to find the rest. My hands slide beneath his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. It falls to the floor with a quiet thud.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says softly.
“You won’t,” I tell him, more sure of this than anything else in my life right now
He doesn’t look so sure though and I honestly can’t blame him for being unsure. I’d be unsure too.
“Let me show you,” I whisper.
My fingers move to the buttons of his shirt, slow and deliberate. I feel him watching me, but for once, he doesn’t try to control the moment. He lets me take the lead.
The shirt parts, revealing his sculpted bare chest. My fingers brush over his skin for a moment before I reach for the button of his pants. Damien continues to stay silent as I take off every article of clothing he’s wearing. And then I wrap my hands around his cock.
“You’re quiet,” I murmur, feeling a little awkward.
His voice is hoarse when he speaks, “What would you like me to say, mi vida?”
“I don’t know. Anything, something.”
He places his fingers against my cheek, sliding them down to my mouth before pulling on my lower lip.
“Would you like to use these gorgeous lips on me, sweetheart?” he questions gruffly.
I nod slowly.
“Then get on your knees,” he orders.
I swallow before doing as he asked, lowering myself before him.
I’ve never really liked giving men blowjobs, but with Damien, I want to do this.
I need to make him feel as good as he does me.
My panties are slick with arousal and I feel a shiver go through me, as I kneel in front of him.
My hands are still wrapped around his cock.
After two jerks, I slowly slide it into my mouth.
Darting my tongue, I take tentative licks, wanting to drive him wild.
He tastes the same way he smells, like an edge of danger and a forbidden fantasy.
He groans, the sound sexually raw. I clench my thighs at the sound.
He just oozes such powerful erotic energy without even trying.
“Cassie,” he grits out. “I’m going to fuck your mouth. Is that okay, baby?”
He slides his fingers over my hair prompting me to look up. His cock is still in my mouth so I can’t speak. I want him to do whatever he wants with me, and I convey it with my eyes, hoping he understands.
Keeping my head in place, he thrusts all the way in. It’s sudden and effortlessly gripping. I gag hen he thrusts all the way in, my eyes feeling with tears.
“That’s it, baby,” he praises. “You’re taking me in so well.”
The tears don’t deter Damien and I don’t want them too. He keeps going, thrusting in and out of my mouth while I grapple for nonexistent air. When I think it’ll be too much, he pulls out, gripping my chin and thrusting in again.
“I’m going to come now, sweetheart,” he informs me.
I grab on to his thighs just as warm hot liquid fills my mouth.
I swallow each and every drop, sucking him in as much as I can.
Damien groans as the pleasure wraps through him, his grip on my hair impossibly tight.
He releases when eh comes down from the high, pulling me up and placing a tentative hand on my lips.
His eyes are soft when he looks at me, “You’re a fucking dream come through, Cassandra.”
My heart soars and when he kisses me, I know we’ll be okay. As long as I have him, I can get through anything.