Book 2, Chapter 30: Uncle Drago

**Third Person**

Madison is outside in the garden, sitting on a chaise lounge near the beautiful infinity pool covered by a large umbrella, her nose in a romance book, and her mind is immersed in the fantasy world. She didn’t see or hear Damien walking towards her.

He couldn’t help but admire her as he approached. His heart raced every time he laid eyes on her. She wore black skinny jeans and a flowy black top with open shoulder straps. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore simple black sunglasses to match. Damien silently chuckled at her, noticing she was wearing unicorn slippers to complete her look.

He approached her, bending down to kiss her head lovingly. “Zemra ime, you look beautiful as always!” He complimented her. She looked at him and gave him her signature mega-watt smile.

“Thanks!”

“I especially love the slippers. Puts the whole outfit together,” he teased.

In true Madison fashion, she looked at him and said, “You’re just jealous that I can rock them better than you!”

“You are right, butterfly. As always,” Damien teased again, knowing his tone was condescending. He loved to ruffle her feathers.

“Darn tootin I am always right! If you ever wear my very comfortable unicorn slippers again, I won’t let you come the next time you beg me for a release,” she teasingly threatened.

“Won’t let me come, eh?” Damien raised his eyebrow as he sat down by her legs. His eyes darkened with lust and mischief.

“Yep!” Madison agreed, yet Damien could see her faulter just a tad as he lightly traced his finger up and down her thigh, going very close to a sweltering center.

“Hmm, I see… And since when did you become the dom in this relationship? I distinctly remember claiming this as mine!” Damien cupped her core. He could feel her jeans were a little damp. He smirked as Madison bit her lower lip, and blood rushed to her cheeks. “Mine to touch… Mine to tease… Mine to taste… Mine to fuck…. And mine to enjoy the juices that I will bring out of you as you come screaming my name every fucking time… Hm? Nothing from the peanut gallery now?” he continued to taunt her, rubbing her center harder with each tease. Madison tried to hold back a moan at the friction that was starting to send electrical currents through her body.

Then Damien stopped, pulling his hand away. Madison whimpered before glaring at him. “Remember Zemra ime, I can equally tease you,” he said, tapping her nose playfully. “But I promise, butterfly, we can continue this little power struggle in the bed tonight and see who wins. Maybe I’ll even let you keep those slippers on as I worship you as the naked goddess you are.”

To drive home the desire, Damien grabbed Madison’s hand and kissed it while he looked at her, giving her a wink for good measure.

“Now, darling, as much as I would love nothing more than to throw you over my shoulder and make good on that promise now, we have company coming over tonight,” Damien stated as he stood up.

“Whose coming over?” Madison asked as she gathered her belongings.

“My Uncle Drago,” Damien said with a bitter taste in his mouth. Madison saw the disdain written all over his face.

“You okay? Is there bad blood between you two?” she asked, placing a calming palm on his chest. Damien sighed loudly.

“It’s… complicated. We used to be really close. He was my guardian until I moved into your parent’s compound. He helped raise me, but lately, we have been butting heads more and more…”

“What is going on, Damien? Maybe I can help?” she asked quietly. Damien quickly shook his head. “It’s okay, butterfly. You don’t need to worry your pretty little head about the business shit. Let’s get ready and try to have a good evening, yeah?”

“Okay,” Madison responded hesitantly. She could see that Damien was hiding something, but she trusted him. He would tell her when he was ready, she believed. She hoped.

Damien grabbed her hand and led her inside, taking her up the stairs and into the room. As soon as Damien saw Madison naked, his little Damien stood painfully at attention. He groaned loudly as she bent over to pick up her dirty clothes. Her sweet flower was glistening from their earlier ministrations.

“Fuck,” he breathed before he waltzed over to her and picked her up bridal style, making her yelp. He walked into the bathroom and then turned on the water on the rain shower. As soon as Madison walked into the shower, Damien had her pinned against the cool tile wall, claiming her lips.

For the next forty-five minutes, Damien pounded into Madison’s tight little hole, making her breathless with endless kisses and three mind-blowing orgasms. Damien also exploded twice, considerably relieving the stress he was feeling leading up to this dinner, which was sure to be a night he dreaded.

Madison came out of the closet wearing the sapphire blue, off-the-shoulder, 1950s-inspired cocktail dress that Damien purchased for this specific occasion. She wore black flats with little bows and a matching bow that helped pin her hair out of her face.

“You look incredible, Zemra ime. You are exquisite whether you wear something like this or those little unicorn slippers you love so much,” Damien complimented as he leaned down and kissed her.

“Thank you, kind sir! You look dashingly handsome as always,” Madison responded as she tried not to drool. Damien wore a matching sapphire blue button-down shirt with a black tailored suit. His defining muscles pushed the seams and left almost nothing to the imagination. He looked so good she could eat him up… again. Once in the shower just a few minutes prior was not enough to satiate her growing appetite for the walking Adonis. Damien’s response was a wink.

“Let’s get this dinner over with; I already have my sights set on dessert,” Damien whispered, taking Madison’s hand and leading her out the door. Just as they descended the stairs, the butler opened the front door.

The duo stood in the foyer, waiting for the older gentleman to leave his SUV. Of course, Madison’s first impression was that of cursing and a mini tantrum. The seasoned man was griping as he entered the house, but as soon as he saw the power couple, his demeanor changed from one-eighty to the dotting, loving Uncle.

“My boy!” Drago exclaimed, opening his arms and walking toward them.

“Uncle,” Damien replied stoically. He donned a semi-fake smile.

“Oh, come now, Damien. I know we haven’t been on the best of terms lately, but you are still my flesh and blood. I don’t want our differences to come between us. You are the only family I have left. Now, please, can you formally introduce me to your woman?” Drago said lovingly. Damien narrowed his eyes, wanting to believe he had a change of heart, but there was still a little nagging feeling in the back of his gut.

“Of course, Uncle. This is Madison Anderson. Zemra ime, this is my Uncle Drago. The man who helped raise me,” Damien said, gesturing to each of them.

“It is a pleasure to meet you in the flesh, Madison. Damien has spoken about you for so many years. I thought I’d never get the chance to get to know you,” Drago attempted to stroke her ego. He took her hand and kissed it.

Madison diplomatically pulled her hand away and gave a small, forced smile. “It’s nice to meet you too, sir. I remember Damien mentioning you as we grew up together. Thank you for coming tonight.”

Uncle Drago raised his eyebrow in surprise and sent a silent message to Damien, questioning her statement. Damien just shrugged before he changed the subject, “Why don’t we head into the dining room? I am sure dinner is going to be ready any minute. I know you don’t like waiting.”

“You know me well, boy,” Uncle Drago commented, walking straight to the dining room. Damien and Madison followed suit. Damien led Madison to her chair, pulling it out like a gentleman.

Damien sat at the head of the table with Madison on his right and Uncle Drago to his left. Once seated, they were served their liquid courage of choice, and then, promptly, dinner was served in equal exquisite fashion. The salmon drenched in a lemon butter reduction practically melted in their mouths.

“So, Madison dear, how is my nephew treating you? Is he satisfactory in his manly displays of extramarital affairs?” Uncle Drago asked playfully. Damien started choking on his bourbon, and Madison was bug-eyed.

“Uncle,” Damien warned.

“What?” Drago feigned innocence. “We are all adults here. And I know your particular tastes in the bedroom are more exotic. I want to start a conversation!”

“Uncle, you don’t start a conversation by asking someone if their partner is sexually adequate in bed!” Damien scolded.

“Well, since you brought it up so elegantly, I might as well get the answer!” Drago was straight-faced and heavily amused at his nephew’s flustered state. Madison tried to hide her chuckle.

“Uncle, would you like me to ask you if you’ve had your prostate examined lately?” Damien quipped back.

“Well, yes, thank you for asking, my boy. My prostate is strong, and so are my testicles. They still enjoy a good exorcism occasionally,” Drago said with a huge smile. Madison lost it. She couldn’t hold back her laugh to the point where she snorted. Damien eventually joined in her laughter, and Drago, too.

“You are something else, sir! Thank you for the laugh.” Madison said, wiping her tears with her napkin.

“It’s my pleasure, dear!” Drago nodded.

The rest of dinner went splendidly. Drago and Madison had a delightful evening talking about light-hearted subjects such as her favorites, interests, school subjects, local political views, and embarrassing childhood memories of Damien. Damien nursed a few extra glasses of bourbon while his girl and Uncle conversed, preferring to observe rather than participate. Something swirling in Drago’s eyes caught Damien’s attention. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was, and it was unsettling him. He tried to shake off the feeling, but he couldn’t.

Drago was on his utmost best behavior tonight, something that never happens. Damien wanted to believe so badly that his Uncle was willing to work past their differences, but he figured he should still be cautious around the man.

Drago ended the evening soon after the chocolate mousse was finished, leaving the two lovebirds to finish their evening peacefully.

Damien’s gut was still nagging as he walked back to his room with his woman in his arms. Unfortunately, he would find out sooner than he would like that he had every right to be suspicious. The danger was coming, and he couldn’t stop it.