Book 2, Chapter 21: You're Mine, Part II
**Madison**
Damien kisses me again hungrily, attempting to distract me from what he is about to do. He pinned my hands above my head with his and used his free hand to hold most of his weight. He lined himself up perfectly at my coated entrance, and then, in one push, he thrusted fully into me. I grunted in pain as my hymen broke, but he stilled, thankfully, allowing me to adjust. He continued to kiss me all over my face, making me smile brightly.
“Fuck, baby girl,” Damien breathed next to my ear, “you are so damn tight, I might cum right now.” I kissed his cheek and teased softly, “Then cum, Daddy Bear, cum and make me see stars again.”
That was all he needed for him to start thrusting in me. He started slowly, rolling his body into me, pushing his engorged, pulsing cock further into my cervix. We continued to kiss passionately as our bodies continued to grind against each other. He quickened his pace, thrusting with gusto. His balls hit my backside, sending more electrifying sparks through our connected bodies. The only sounds in my room were our grunts and moans and the slapping of our bare, sweaty skin. He adjusted my legs on his waist, and he went even deeper than I imagined. This new angle was intense. Every push inside me had me singing his name. He reached down and rubbed my clit, matching the pace, and it took me a matter of seconds to come undone and milk his raging hard-on with my walls.
His thrusts turned sloppy, and I figured he was close. He had his eyes closed with pleasure. I couldn’t help but watch this beautiful man be taken to the highest form of euphoria; he was taking me with him. I came two more times with his permission before he finally let out a sound, and still once more inside me. I could feel my latest orgasm still pulsing around him as his hot seed filled me. He thrust a few more times lazily, letting every drop settle in my womb before he gently pulled out and flopped next to me in exhaustion. We were both breathing heavily. The smell of sex and sweat wafted in the air.
“That was the most incredible sex I have ever had, Zemra Ime. You are mine, and only mine, now and forever,” Damien breathes into my ear as he pulls my naked, sore body close to him. I didn’t have anything to compare it to, but it was an experience I would treasure forever.
I felt like a bowl of overcooked, squishy noodles. I couldn’t move. He wrapped his large, muscular arms around my waist so my back was nestled nicely against his chest before throwing the blankets on us. We just basked in each other’s afterglow.
We stayed like that for who knows how long, neither of us wanting to disturb the other in their peace. I fell asleep at some point quickly, and I woke up feeling a little more refreshed. I felt Damien’s hands sometimes caress my arms, feel him pull me closer, or kiss my head lovingly. It was nice.
I finally decided to turn and face the man of my dreams and nightmares. He let me spin, and his eyes met mine. He smiled lazily before cupping my cheek and kissing me softly on the lips. “How are you feeling, butterfly?” he asked, searching my face for any sign of pain.
“I’m a little sore but feel really good,” I said shyly. I could feel the heat in my cheeks rise. Damien rubs his thumb over my red-stained face.
“You always look radiant when you blush,” Damien cooed. He kissed my nose sweetly before smacking my ass lightly and throwing the covers off of us. He got up in all his naked glory, flexed his muscles, and then walked to the bathroom. He purposefully added a little strut to his walk. “Showoff,” I muttered, watching him from the bed. He just turned his head and winked at me before waltzing into the bathroom. A few moments later, I heard the water begin to run. I laid back down, closing my eyes.
Soon, I felt a firm grip on my ankle and a harsh tug. I flew down the mattress, and my whole world was turned upside down in a flash. I squealed in surprise and then noticed I was near a perfectly sculpted apple butt that looked so good to eat. My face was so close, I could taste it.
“Don’t even think about it,” Damien warned and smacked my ass a little harsher this time. “I didn’t do anything!” I protested as the carpet turned to marble at his feet. “You were thinking it, and that is bad enough,” he retorted. I just huffed. He knows me too well.
He placed me on my feet once we entered the large marble shower. The heat from the water pelted my sore muscles, and I groaned in pleasure. That was a wrong move as Damien’s eyes glazed over in lust, and the next thing I knew, he had pinned me against the cool tile wall, with one hand on my throat, one hand holding mine above my head, and we were in a passionate kiss.
A ten-minute shower turned into two more rounds of unbelievable sexual escapades. He had first picked me up, so my legs were wrapped around his waist, and he slid right into me. I was sore, and it was a little painful, but it soon turned to unadulterated ecstasy. I came twice before he did. We washed each other, and I ended up with him in my mouth, which then turned into him going all caveman and turning me around on the bench and taking me from behind. He rode me like a bitch in heat, and I loved every single rough second. He didn’t hold back, and it was divine.
We finally got out of the water and got dressed in comfortable silence until Damien landed a big blow to my blissful day.
“Zemra Ime, my family is here. We are going to have dinner with them tonight,” he said casually, like he didn’t just drop a massive bomb on me.
“What?” I ask, cocking my head.
“I know it’s sudden, but I told you before your little escape attempt that my family was coming. It’s time to introduce you as my future Queen officially. It’s non-negotiable, butterfly,” he stated.
“I have NOTHING TO WEAR!” I screamed. I began to panic. This was the Abizi family, Damien’s family, some of the most respected and old-fashioned mafia gods themselves. Luckily, Damien’s hearty laugh brought me out of my inner spiral, and I felt his strong arms around my waist.
“Is that all my butterfly is worried about? What to wear?” Damien asked teasingly, and he kissed my exposed neck.
“Well, duh, you big Duffus. I can’t meet your family in jeans and a T-shirt! My mother would be mortified, and my grammy would be rolling in her grave if she found out I met anyone in the Mafia underworld in anything less than a full-length formal gown! I need to go shopping,” I stated as I tried to rush for the door.
“Woah there, buttercup,” Damien said, pulling me back against his chest. “First, you could show up in a potato sack, and my family wouldn’t care. Secondly, I already have a dress you will approve of in our closet.”
I spun around and gave him a big, wet kiss before detangling myself from his arms, but I put my hand in his, and he led me out of my solitary confinement.
The rest of the day was uneventful. Damien took me to his office, where we had lunch. He let me use his iPad, so I may have signed him up for a few monthly subscriptions and binged Nailed It until he dismissed me to get ready.
Two hours later, I was groomed and pampered in a lavish purple, floor-length umpire gown that looked fresh off the runway at Paris Fashion Week. It was simple yet exquisitely crafted. I felt like royalty.
Damien met me in our room, looking panty-dropping hot. I felt like I needed a spoon of peanut butter with the smores I wanted to cook on him. He was wearing a black tux that fit every muscle just right. I licked my lips, thinking about every delectable inch.
“Wow,” Damien breathed. “You look… you look… wow!” He stuttered but managed to wrap me in the best hug. I blushed at his flustered state, but I almost creamed in my thong when he whispered, “You look good enough to eat. In fact, I look forward to having you for my dessert.” He kissed me softly before taking my hand and escorting me downstairs to the formal dining hall. You could hear the lively chatter of a group of people just down the hall.
We each breathed heavily before Damien opened the doors and ushered us inside. About thirty adults wore fancy gowns, jewels, and dapper tuxes. They held champagne flutes or highball glasses full of expensive liquor. The room quieted down when we entered.
My eyes widened when they landed on an older man with salt-and-pepper hair. His gaze mirrored mine, and a mix of emotions crossed his face. Before Damien could make his grand announcement, the man put down his glass and walked towards me with gusto before scooping me up in his arms.
Damien practically growled as the man put me back down on my feet. My bright smile was genuine and matched the man who still held me at arm’s length.
“It’s so good to see you… Uncle Tyler!”
*Author’s Note: Thank you all so much for your patience during the last few weeks while I took some time off for myself and my family obligations. I am working to get back on a regular weekly update schedule you can rely on. I greatly appreciate you.*