TWENTY
I t's been five days since I had surgery, and ten days of me being stuck in this fucking room healing. Thankfully, I'm being released tomorrow to go home, and Hanna has spent the entire ten days here with me.
I think she feels pity for causing this—though she shouldn't, because my mother had her guard executed for what he did. And he would have been worse if I had my hands on him. Fucker touched what's mine.
I stare at Hanna's sleeping form on the chair across from my bed. And my heart speeds up at the sight. The girl crashed into my life, and I didn’t know what to expect.
She grew up thinking her last name was Monroe, but that's her middle name. She was born and raised in New York with her brother. Though clearly the Australian came from somewhere, so maybe her mom? My jaw clenches. Scarlet should have known who Hanna is.
Because Scarlet's father is Hanna's father's second-in-command. Hanna is the runaway outfit princess, as the news called her. She ran away from NYC in her last year of high school.
I'm sure the family knew where she was, but they made a big deal about her running away, even though she's been here in Princeton the entire time. She's not Hanna Monroe. She's the mafia princess of the outfit. My little Cinderella is Hanna Sovrano.
Her eyes flutter as they connect with mine, and she stands, making her way to me. All I can think about is that she thought I was gonna fuck her ten days ago. And I want to. God, I want to know what she feels like.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she stutters, her eyes going back to where my dick is twitching under the covers.
My lips tip in a hidden smile as I beckon her to me. "Come here, Cinderella," I purr.
I watch her, my eyes filled with lust. I can tell her mind is screaming at her as she climbs on the bed, pulling the blankets with her. Clearly not on purpose, and my dick jumps with excitement at her horrified expression.
"That… that monstrous thing was hiding there the entire time!" she squeals.
Grabbing my sides, I start laughing, I can't help it. This girl makes me gone. "Monstrous thing?" I cackle at her.
"Are you kidding?! That's not going to fit inside me." She frowns.
I smirk at her, pulling her chin between my fingers. "We'll make it fit." Hanna stares at me wide eyed. Starting with her shirt, she pulls it over her head before unclipping her bra and letting it settle on the floor with her shirt. Fuck me. I stare at her tits, my mouth going dry.
"Fuck, your tits are fucking perfect," I say, licking my lips. Hanna's face turns red as she unbuttons her jeans and slides them off her legs.
Looping two fingers in her panties and slipping them down her legs, she leaves her discarded clothing on the floor. "Put your legs here, and here," I say, patting each side of my thighs.
Hanna climbs into the bed and does as she's told, hovering over my dick as her legs shake. A smirk makes its way to my lips as I watch her. "Condom?" she whispers.
"Oh, I know." I grin. Digging in my wallet, I pull out a packet and tear it open with my teeth before sliding it down my shaft.
"I need help," she grumbles, eying my condom-covered cock. Her innocence is an even bigger turn on than I thought it would be. I nod and grip her hips, sliding one finger against her folds and clit. I'm satisfied with the fact that she's already soaked for me.
Gripping her, I lift her onto my dick as her eyes roll back in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. Fuck . If I'm not careful, I'm going to come right now.
Gently, I raise my hips to meet hers, slowly moving in and out of her in a synced rhythm. "Oh, shit…" she grits into her hand, the sight of discomfort still clinging to her features. Oh fuck. She's amazing.
"You feel so good. Fuck," I groan. Her hips start to move on their own accord as she circles them and slides up and down my cock. Closing my eyes, I dig my fingers into her hips, raising my own to meet hers.
My breathing increases with each passing thrust.
"More… more," she moans. I gave her exactly what she wants, shoving her off my dick. Pulling myself to my knees, I coax her on her back before sliding my length back into her to the tilt.
Hanna gave me the noises I wanted to hear. Moaning and groaning in response as the entire bed shakes beneath us. "Damon… Damon," she moans louder.
Clamping my hand over her mouth, I pound into her, ignoring the slight pain in my shoulder as I move. Fuck . She's so tight. So wet. So amazing. Groaning, I slide all the way out before entering her again.
My hips slam in and out of her. Spreading her leg that is still laying on the bed, I pound into her, watching her facial expressions as she moans. "Fuck, baby," I moan. I pull her other leg over my shoulder and pound into her hard, faster. I'm gone for her. I'm absolutely gone.
"Oh, Damon," she moans.
"Stop talking and let me hear those sexy moans," I grind out in a groan. Working my hips faster, I pound myself in and out.
Pulling out quickly, I lift her in my arms and hold her against my chest. Once again slamming myself back inside of her. Shit. "Damon," she moans out.
Pumping in and out, I slip her hardened nub into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around her nipples as I slam myself in and out. I know the bed is shaking, but I could give less of a fuck right now.
This is all that matters. Her. "Fuck… Oh—" she moans loudly. Wrapping my lips around her nipple, I suck softly while slipping a finger between her legs and rubbing her clit. "Oh god… I'm gonna—"
Pulling my finger away, I cover her mouth and work my hips faster. "Come for me, Cinderella," I whisper into her ear.
Hanna does exactly as instructed, coming undone all over my cock. I'm not far after her as I thrust fast, coming into the condom. Her legs shake as she tries to catch her breath. Stumbling over to the bed, I lay back and pull her to me with the blanket over us.
"Wow…" I smirk in response, pressing my lips against her forehead. That's the best sex I've ever had. God damn. "I…" Hanna whispers sleepily. But she doesn't finish her sentence. This woman is definitely my weakness, but I'm finally okay with that. Though I can't say those words to her because I'm not wired that way.
Smiling, I make sure to wrap exposed parts in the blanket. Then I text Damien to let the doctor know he can come in if he needs to tell me something about my gunshot wound.
Taking out my journal on my phone, I begin to type. I can't ever forget how I felt during this. It must be written down so my brain can remember it even when I'm old and fragile.
The sex continued throughout the last day I spent in that god-forsaken room. We didn’t care, and I sure as fuck wouldn't apologize. My men would smile at us all day as if the sun cast us with light, even knowing what sins we had created in that room.
Especially with a gunshot wound, I definitely shouldn't have been having sex while it was healing. Did that stop me? No. Five days seemed enough for me.
I will never take shit for granted again. Hanna is mine. Nothing is changing that. Nobody can change it. She is mine. End of story. Fuck everyone else. And my mother can crawl into her early grave if she thinks she'll ever touch or threaten what belongs to me again.