Book 2, Chapter 12: You Are Diabolical

**Madison**

We both groaned in frustration. Damien collapsed on top of me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. We took a moment to steady our breathing before he lifted himself above me once more.

“This is far from over Zemra ime. We will pick this up later. I am just starting with you,” he said, kissing my nose.

“Promise?” I said breathlessly.

He smirked and raised his free hand, showing me his pinky finger, “Pinky promise!” I couldn’t help but laugh as I hooked my pinky with his. He had a sexy smile on his face as he rose from the bed and helped me to a sitting position. I fixed my top and tried to smooth out my hair. I couldn’t help but look at the god in front of me.

He was still in his towel, and I am going to hell for sure, even for looking. Anyone who is that sinfully beautiful should be displayed on a table to feast on. My growing need for him was heating my core, and I felt even more flustered.

I cleared my throat when I noticed him staring at me as I stared at him. “I… I should go…” I felt heat rise in my cheeks as I quickly walked out of the room, closing the door. I could hear him laughing as I leaned against this bedroom door, trying to calm my beating heart. I noticed Marissa standing against the other wall. She had a broad smile on her face.

“I am so happy you and Sire are enjoying some quality face-sucking. Lord knows you both need that release. He has talked about you since before his balls dropped,” Marissa commented. I was stunned, speechless.

“I put an outfit on your bed. Do get dressed, darling, and come to dinner,” she stated with another smile before walking off as if she didn’t just catch us acting like horny teenagers.

I slowly walked into my room, shutting the door behind me. I tried to lock the door, but I noticed there was no inside lock. Further examination of the door showed that the handle could be locked from the outside, and there were two additional locks. “Son of a spider monkey’s poop!” I whispered to myself. What an ass!

Shaking my head, I went over to the bed. I picked up the beautiful black lace gown and the matching undergarments laid out with it and rushed to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, after a quick ‘rinse off’ to get the smell of sexual frustration off my aching body, a little spritz of vanilla perfume, and some basic makeup, I felt ready to put on the dress. Looking in the full-length mirror behind the bathroom door, I sighed loudly, “Really, Marissa?” I wanted to growl. I’d pick out something else, but there wasn’t time. A knock on my door from the old hag told me as much.

The dress was spectacular, don’t get me wrong. It was full sleeves with a sweetheart neckline that made my boobs pop. It was a fitted floor-length formal gown with a slit on the left side showing my legs. But it was see-through. The lace was thick against the thin supporting fabric, but the whole damn thing was see-through! And dear, sweet, innocently evil, Marissa gave me a black bra and a thong! So I was almost naked! I was already feeling like a horny dog in heat, but I could swear this woman wanted to get me pregnant with this dress.

It is no secret that my body is craving Damien, but I don’t think I’m ready to go that far yet. There is still the whole ‘kidnapped me from my family’ thing, the ‘archenemy of my family and I breathe to see them suffer’ thing, the ‘I am a mafia boss, and so I demand the world’ thing, oh and let’s not forget the ‘I disappeared from your life eight years ago and shattered your heart so badly that you can’t trust a man that isn’t your family’ thing!

Taking a deep breath, I smoothed out the dress and exited the room. The hallway was empty, so I followed it to the main living space. Damien was already sitting at the head seat of the dining room table. He was staring out into the dark ocean abyss. It was luxuriously decorated and a table set for two, with candles and everything. I cleared my throat to get his attention. He looked at me, and his eyes widened. His mouth fell open, and his eyes darkened with lust.

I have never felt so self-conscious in my whole life. I tried hiding my body under my hands, but it made everything more awkward.

He seemed to shake out of his stupor and stood. He came over to me and embraced me in a hug. It took me a moment to reciprocate, but I eventually held onto him, letting his old spice cologne soothe my nerves.

“You look ravishing, Zemra Ime. Even the goddess of beauty herself would want to feast on you,” he said, kissing my forehead. He then bent down a bit and whispered into my ear, “I can’t wait to have a feast of my own on you.” And there went my cheeks… and my thong.

He put his hand on the small of my back and guided me to the table. He pulled out my chair and helped me sit like a true gentleman. I smiled at a memory that came to me.

“Where did you go, little Zemra?” He asked, looking at me. He had sat down in his chair and was holding my hand. I gave a small smile. The food looked amazing. There was a large steak, seared shrimp, risotto rice, and mixed vegetables.

“I was remembering that time when Mom had convinced you, my brothers, and the rest of their friends to cater to one of her famous luncheons. She always made you guys walk the ladies to the chairs, serve food, cater to their every need,” I said, chuckling to myself. I took a bite of the succulent meat and almost moaned.

He hung his head in embarrassment and lightly chuckled. “Your mother is a cruel woman when she wanted to be. A wonderful lady, but cruel and unusual was her specialty. But which one in particular? There were like twenty!”

“What about the one with Mrs. Flaggerty came with her granddaughters?” I asked him.

“Oh my. That was a terrible day. It was bad enough that bat-shit crazy cat lady always was flirting with us. Then she brings her slutty granddaughters. Ugh, Caden, Arther, and I were what, twenty-six, and those sluts were not even sixteen? There is no way they were virgins, especially how they cornered several of your brothers. I think one of them succeeded in getting Oliver’s belt off. They probably had enough STDs to rival a CDC epidemic. We wouldn’t touch them with a ten-foot pole covered in condoms and dipped in bleach.” He said shuttering. He even made a gagging noise. He then started laughing like a real hardy laugh.

“They were furious that we kept shutting down their advances. They were so frustrated and raging by the end of that visit that they had failed to notice their face was getting marked despite everyone trying to tell them. I remember you showing them a mirror, and they ran out screaming. We were caught laughing at the whole scene. It was hilarious. They looked like clowns. I remember hearing they had marks on their face for about three weeks.” He continued to laugh. I just smiled at him. And I watched his eyes widen.

“It was you?” he asked. I nodded with a wicked smile.

“I made a permanent marker paste and put it in their napkin, utensils, and goblet. I continued to tell them they had something on their face while Mom and the other ladies chatted. It wasn’t hard. They were so self-centered.” I said, shrugging.

“You know, I still have a few faint scars from your mother’s cane. And your dads sent us through the maze twice with dart guns because of that little stunt.”Damien growled.

“Ah, but it was so much fun watching all of you take the fall for me,” I said and winked at him. “Actually, I’d say maybe eighty percent of the time, your punishments were because of me.”

“You really are your mother’s daughter. I thought her pranks were always ingenious, but you, my dear, are diabolical.” I took this as a compliment and thanked him.

We spent the next hour just eating and talking. It was oddly nice. I didn’t feel like I was in a cage. When we were done, Marissa and Maria cleared off the plates. Maria stared daggers at me, but I brushed it off.

I heard her gasp when I stood up, and Damien took my hand, pulling me into his chest and kissing me gently before escorting me back to his room.

He quickly pushed me inside and against the wall next to the door when we got to his room. He closed the door and locked it. Our chests were flush together, and lust filled his eyes.

“I promised you we would continue our playtime later,” he whispered into my ear. His hot breath on my neck made me shiver in need. I was then hoisted off the wall with a light squeal and instantly found myself lying on my back on his bed, with Damien between my legs. “It’s later.” And then he began to feast.