Book 2, Chapter 13: Morning Tease

**Madison**

I woke up feeling refreshed like a puppy on a spring day, arguably the best sleep ever. I went to stretch, but my body started to creak and pop as I was sore and aching from not moving. I groaned a little and turned on my pillow, only to flop on top of a hard, smooth surface.

I felt around the surface, and there were silk ridges, and my pillow smelled like… rainforest, sweat, and manly, sexy musk. Only one thing in this world smelt like that. Damien. Even as a teenager, I remember he smelled similar, which always comforted me.

I opened my eyes, and yes, I was lying on top of Damien. A very naked Damien, actually. As if the universe heard my plight, the man wiggled under me before wrapping his strong arms around my waist. His hot touch against my skin was electrifying. He put his face in my hair and inhaled deeply before relaxing again. I began to blush, remembering what had happened after dinner.

After a few tense moments, I finally attempted to escape his embrace. It took a few minutes, but I succeeded without waking him up. I sat up, and the covers fell to my hips. The temperature change tweaked my nipples into pebbles. Oh, fudge sauce with a cherry on top, I’m naked. I pull the covers up and sigh in relief. Scratch that, I am half naked? No, ninety-eight percent. I have my thong on, which does not make a big difference.

I bit my lip, wondering just how naked Damien was. Should I look? No. Yes. No. Yes. Ugh, why does this have to be so complicated? My curiosity got the better of me, and I lifted the covers and peaked, only to be startled by the sexiest, gruff morning voice. “If you want to see my dick, you just have to ask. You enjoyed it plenty last night.” He started to chuckle as I grabbed the pillow beside me and hit him with it. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Stop it!” I complained with a slight smile, hitting him once more. SMACK!

“Come back to bed, Zemra ime,” he muttered against his pillow. The light blue morning of the ocean was trickling in through the windows making a moving mosaic along the walls.

“I think I should get back to my room…” I said and tried to hurry off the bed. ‘Tried’ was the operative word because a strong hand wrapped around my wrist, stopping me.

“No, butterfly. From now on, this is our room,” he said, looking at me sincerely.

“I don’t think that’s a…” I tried to pull away, but he cut me off. “Stop. Look, having you next to me last night was the best sleep since I left your family’s house. I need you, Zemra. And I like having you close. You’re mine and will be forever. I’ve claimed you, and you can do nothing about it. I am going to marry you. Might as well start acting like it’s a done deal,” he said confidently with his signature smirk.

“Marriage? Since when has that been on the table?” I asked, still trying to process what he was saying.

“It’s always been on the table. What did you not understand, Zemra? You. Are. Mine. Forever. I want to make you mine in every way possible,” Damien stated, still lying down comfortably, and tugged me on top of him. I wasn’t expecting it, so I squealed a bit when our bare chests hit. I was face to face with him, and due to our height difference, I was practically straddling his waist.

“Fuck, you are so damn beautiful,” he mused, looking at my face. He put a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

“I am not yours, Damien. I am my own person. And you kidnapped me, remember? Whatever we are, it’s not a consensual relationship. I am not giving myself to you,” I stated.

“Hmmm, I beg to differ, butterfly. I'm pretty sure you gave yourself to me a lot last night… I KNOW that you are mine. Your body knows who it belongs to already, so stop fighting it, Zemra ime,” he said teasingly, nipping my jaw playfully. “I will be your first for everything and your last…” I wanted to protest, but he gently kissed near my mouth, never quite touching my lips. He trailed down my jaw to my neck and began to suck lightly. When he pulled away, I whimpered involuntarily, and he smiled wickedly, knowing just how much his touch was affecting my rational thinking. He then smacked my ass cheek hard, and I squealed, “Hey!”

“Since you so rudely woke me up from my delicious dream about all the terribly hot things I am going to do to that sweet ass, it’s only right I get you back,” he teased while squeezing the flesh, making us both moan. “See, you want me. I can feel how wet you are for me, love. I can smell your desire.”

Feeling embarrassed, I tried to get out of his hold. “Let me go, turd monkey! At least let me get dressed, or better yet, YOU get dressed,” I begged while trying to push myself off of him.

“Nope,” he said and popped the ‘p,’ “I like you just like this. I like us being like this. The only thing missing is a pretty collar with my name on it to match that sinful thong of yours.” He took my stunned silence to claim my lips, flipping me over so he was now between my legs. His morning wood was pushing sinfully hard against the thin fabric that covered my clit, sending heat through my core. He pulled away with a smile, kissed me once more, and then climbed off me, leaving me all flustered. “Don’t go anywhere,” he playfully ordered with a wink.

The arrogant douche canoe didn’t care that he was naked while he strolled to the bathroom. “Asshole,” I muttered under my breath, but of course, Damien heard and quickly looked back at me under the doorframe. “Keep calling me an asshole, and I’ll show you what I plan to do yours,” he quipped before walking through the door and closing it.

I buried my head in the pillow once more. I am unsure if it was more embarrassing or if I secretly wanted to know what he was planning. When I heard the water running, I took a chance to escape the room. I couldn’t find my dress, so I picked up his dress shirt and quickly put it on before exiting the room.

Luckily, the buttons were all done because, as my luck would have it, Marissa and a young guy had just entered the hallway. Of course, my room had to be on the other side. The young man was blonde, had a sizeable manly jaw structure, piercing grey eyes, was almost as tall as Damien, and was built with muscles. He was wearing a suit that looked good on him.

The guy beside her saw me first and raised a curious eyebrow while looking me over, smirking. “AH! Good morning, Madam. Did you sleep well?” Marissa asked with a broad, knowing smile. Damn her and her naughty ways.

“Uh, morning, Marissa. Yes, I slept okay,” I said shyly, trying to pull down the shirt that thankfully hit me mid-thigh.

“Hm, I’d say more than okay… You know, most of the rooms may be soundproof, but the doors aren’t,” she said, winking at me. I felt all the blood drain from my face before she and the guy started howling. “Oh, sweet child, you should see your face!”

“Uh.. you… UGH! I’m going to go… yeah,” I stuttered before I tried to pass them.

“Wait, child. I’m sorry,” she said thoughtfully, and I rolled my eyes playfully before telling her it was okay. “We were just headed to Sir’s office,” Marissa added.

“Oh, he is in the shower. I’m sure he will be out soon,” I said politely, but I wanted to be anywhere but here. I tried to start shuffling my feet to bolt to my room stealthily, but the universe hates me.

“I’m Luke, Damien’s second. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you officially, Madison. You have no idea how long D has been waiting for you,” he introduced himself, extending his arm to me. I reluctantly shook his hand.

“Um, it’s nice to meet you too. I promise I don’t normally walk around without pants,” I said while secretly praying for a portal to open up and swallow me whole.
He chuckled lightly, showing a nice pearly white set of teeth. “Honestly, I am surprised Damien even let you out of his bed. I would have thought he’d have you naked and chained,” Luke chuckled once more.

“Yeah, well, he can’t have his cake and eat it too,” I mused.

“Well, from the purple and red marks on your neck, I’d say he’s eating his dessert just fine,” Luke replied, laughing once more. My eyes almost fell out of their sockets. “Damien!” I almost shouted. “Ugh,” I exclaimed and took a deep breath. “Please excuse me while I go find a turtleneck and maybe a weapon so I can kill your boss,” I said with a huge, fake, sarcastic smile on my face and bolted to my room.

I only heard Marissa and the guy Luke laughing at my expense as I happily closed the door to my little caged sanctuary.

I went straight to my bathroom, stripping the shirt off of me. I almost screamed bloody murder as I saw my reflection in the mirror. Forget the fact that I looked like a mess with untamed hair and smudged eye makeup; my entire body was littered with red and purple bite marks! There were also fingertip bruises that covered my body like a war painting in a fucked up, sensual way. It only made the familiar heat in my body pulse, remembering the events of the night before. How in the hell did I not notice them before? “Oh, Damien. You’ve messed with the wrong woman… This means war,” I said to my reflection while a devious and fun plan began manifesting in my mind. It's time to make my mama proud.