Chapter 7 The kids and the cuff
~~Damien’s pov~~
I lost it when I heard those words from her beautiful mouth.
I love you.
I lifted her up like she weighed nothing, her legs tightly wrapped around my hips and arms around my neck as I moved to sit on the bed.
She pinned her thighs against my body as soon as I sat, her core grinding against mine.
My cock hardened immediately.
I let out a sharp exhale, trying to restrain myself.
She looked at me with her doe eyes. “What is it?” She blinked.
Fuck, her eyes could kill me.
“Nothing,” I whispered.
I drew my lips to her face, pressing it against her lips and then her cheek. She let out a soft moan as my lips moved to her neck. I dug my fingers under her sweater; immediately my fingers found her bra, and my hands slipped under it, groping her breasts.
Her breathing grew heavy, her moans growing louder each second as I curled my fingers around her nipples and kissed her neck.
The sound of her life whimpered for me so freaking hard, but I struggled to restrain myself; she definitely didn't make it any easier as she began to grind on top of me.
I pinned my hands against both sides of her waist. “Stop that,” I whispered.
“Why?” She asked, her brows pinching together.
“I crave you, Charlotte, too much. I'm afraid I might hurt you if I try anything.”
“Then don't hurt me.”
“I'm afraid I cannot restrain myself, love.”
Without a word she reached for the hem of her sweater and took it off, tossing it across the room.
Her brassiere was beige and looked like a net, making it possible to see her supple breasts through it.
She slowly stood up from me, her gaze never leaving mine. She took off her pants, my mouth watering as she slid her underwear off.
“W…what are you doing?” I asked, sweat dripping down the sides of my face.
She moved majestically towards me, and sitting back on top of me, she whispered as she slowly undid my pants, “You can't hurt me if I'm on top, can you?”
I shook my head, unable to speak a word.
She pinned her lips against mine, a soft, whimpered moan pushing out of her lips as my hands gripped her breasts, ripping her bra off in the process.
I tossed it aside, reaching for her hair. I pushed it away from her face, gripping it tightly behind her head as the kiss intensified.
A gasp, soft but loud, escaped my lips as she grabbed my cock with her little hands, skidding it out of my pants.
I gripped her hair tighter as she began to stroke it, my chest heaving as I let out heavy breaths of pleasure.
God knows how much I wanted to flip her over and fuck her brainless.
Her gaze fixed onto mine, she slowly slid my cock into her, her lips parting with pleasure as she began to bounce on it.
I dug my face into her breasts, sucking and squeezing as she made me feel pleasure.
“Arghh!” I groaned as she jumped faster.
I pinched my fingers on her nipples, and her eyes immediately rolled to the back of her head with pleasure. “Yeah…” she whimpered, “I like that…”
Those words struck something in me. “Fck it, Charlotte,” I cursed as I flipped her onto the bed.
A smile formed on her face; she had wanted it all along. She parted her legs and let me climb over her, slipping my cock inside her, and I began to thrust.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, her chest heaving, and she began to scream, letting everybody know she was mine.
Her body soon convulsed with pleasure as she reached an orgasm.
I pinned her tighter against myself. “I'm just starting, love,” I whispered breathlessly.
Charlotte had fallen asleep in my arms.
As she slept, the blanket around her had slowly dropped lower, and I could see a little of her bare back.
My jaw clenched tight as I saw the needle scars on her back once again. I couldn't help but imagine the kind of hurt she must have endured living with her parents.
“If only I had found you sooner,” I whispered softly against her skin.
I gazed at her silently for a few seconds. I didn't want to let her go, but I didn't have a choice. I had a score to settle with Lorenzo; he had one of my guys, and I had to get him back.
I placed a soft kiss on Charlotte’s forehead, inhaling her sweet caramel smell before I slipped out of bed.
I had changed into a pair of black pants and a black button-up shirt with its sleeves rolled up my arm.
I reached for the drawer beside my bed, pulled it open, and picked out a gun, shoving it behind my pants.
I tried to look at Charlotte once more; she slept so peacefully, her chest heaving to the rhythm of her breathing.
Turning around, I pulled the door open, slow enough to not wake her, and I exited the room. Mateo stood patiently, his hands clutched behind his back as he waited for me. Behind him were thirty of my soldiers, all armed and ready to take Lorenzo's soldiers.
As Matteo parted his lips to speak, I quickly pressed my index finger against my lips to shut him up. “The lady is sleeping; don’t wake her up,” I whispered and gestured for them to follow me.
~~Charlotte's POV~~
My eyes fluttered open, a smile on my face.
But the smoke suddenly dropped as I reached for Damien's side of the bed, and he wasn't there.
I pinned the blanket against my chest as I sat up on the bed. “Damien?”
There was no response.
My gaze caught a plate of cookies on the shelf beside the bed with a note beside it that said, Read this.
Slipping out of bed and strolling towards it, I picked up the card and opened it.
I'll be right back; I just have some business to handle.
A smile tugged at my lips despite the fact that my whole body aches from sleeping with him.
I placed the note beside the plate, picked up a cookie, and tossed it into my mouth before I headed to the bathroom to shower.
A few moments later I had changed into one of Damien's button-up sleeves. It was two sizes bigger than me, drying my damp hair with a towel as I stepped out of the bathroom.
“Argh!!’ I suddenly screamed as I noticed two men before me, both with spider tattoos on their throats.
“W…who are you?” I asked as I attempted to take a step back.
They must be one of Damien's enemies, but how did they manage to get in even with all the security?
One of them cocked his gun and immediately hit it at my head.
Twice in a day, huh?
Would being threatened with a gun be a regular thing?
The one who had aimed a gun at me walked towards me.
My heart spiked. “Don't kill me,” I begged.
He flipped his gun around and slammed it against my head. I slumped onto the ground with a lou
d thud.
“Pick her up; we have to deliver her to the boss.”
Those were the last words I heard before the world slowly darkened around me.