Chapter 11 A dept paid in blood: And needles
I pinned my thighs against Damien's face as I felt my pussy getting more sensitive as he sucked on it.
I pinched my lips together, my face twisted into a frown. “Oh….God,” I moaned.
As I grew more sensitive, I couldn't take it anymore. I tried to pull myself up for a breath, but his fingers gripped tightly against my thighs, and he pressed me back against him as he began to suck more aggressively.
My thighs began to shake as water burst out of my pussy, a loud scream of pleasure filling the room as I moaned.
Sweat dripped down my naked body despite the air conditioner.
I slid away from his face and watched him gulp the water that had come out of me. “You taste good,” he smiled, breathing heavily.
My cheeks flushed red. Was that the “Squirting” thing he spoke of?
“That has never come out of me before,” I breathed.
His fingers softly curled around my hips, “That's what happens when you feel pleasure, your body releases it, it's the purest sign to show that you have been satisfied.”
I pushed my hair behind my ears as I listened to him.
“You should take a shower, love; you are sweaty,” his chest heaved.
I nodded and skipped out of bed. As I headed towards the bathroom, I froze and turned to look back; his gaze was fixed on me. “Can we take a shower together?”
A smile tugged at his lips as he sat up in bed.
I moved back towards him, my gaze fixed on his. I reached for the hem of his shirt and took it off, tossing it to the floor, revealing his abs so inviting I could lick them up.
I squatted as I undid his pants and tossed them aside as well. As I stood up, my gaze lingered on his erect dick. It was veiny and throbbing.
“Look up, Charlotte.”
I obeyed, but my eyes wandered back again as my hand reached for it.
His hands quickly reached for my chin and pulled it up. “Baby, don’t do that. Don’t look at it. Don’t touch it,” he spoke, almost as a plea. “You are tired; I don't want to sleep with you tonight.”
My eyes lingered on his bare chest. “Okay,” I swallowed.
Sliding my fingers into his, I led him into the bathroom. I raked my fingers through my hair and brushed it to the back as Damien turned on the shower.
I watched as the cold water dropped down his bare body; every inch of it looked like it was carved by a god.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he murmured, his voice tight and his gaze fixed on the tile wall before us, as if he were avoiding my gaze.
I looked up at him through my eyelashes, I moved closer, and I felt him suck in a deep breath as my chest pressed against his, “Like what?”
He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching tight, “Like you want to be fucked, you know what you do to me, you know I cannot resist you, stop.”
“Why don't you just do it then?”
His fist clenched, his knuckles turning white, “You are tired, Charlotte, and hurt. I don't want to make it worse. I'd kill myself if anything bad happened to you.u”
I moved closer to him, pressing my lips on his chest.
He sucked in a breath. “God, Charlotte,” he breathed.
My lips traced his chest until they landed on one of his nipples, and I slid it into my mouth, tracing it with my tongue.
I felt his dick push up against me, his fingers digging into the back of my hair. “You are going to be the death of me.”
I moaned softly as I curled my tongue around his nipples, and that seemed to do something to him.
His fingers curled into my hair, and he pulled it backwards.“I don't want to hurt you.” He pressed his lips against mine. “Stop tempting me.”
I couldn't stop; I wanted him, I wanted to feel that sensation again that made me squirt, “I want to squirt again,” I muttered.
His lips parted slightly, “Charlotte,e” he whispered.
I slid down to the floor until his dick and my face were face-to-face. I grabbed it, my fingers barely wrapping around it, and I slid it into my mouth.
I pinned my lips against it and began to suck on it. His fingers rested on my head, pulling my hair away from my face. I looked up at him; his biceps looked even larger from underneath.
His face twisted into a lewd frown. “Fuck,” he groaned as liquid gushed out of his cock, filling my mouth.
He slipped his dick out of me. “I want to see,” he spoke, his thumb rubbing gently against my chin.
I slowly opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, meeting his and seeing his come.
“Do you want to swallow it?”
I nodded immediately and gulped it down.
His hand wrapped around my arm, and he pulled me up, his fingers curled around my nipples as he spoke, “I want to fuck you,” he breathed. “Can I?”
I nodded, feeling a heat in my core.
He grabbed me and pushed me away from the water that dropped down from the shower, pressing my back against the cold wall. “Hard.”
I swallowed. “I can take it.”
He spun me around. “Arch your back.”
I quickly obeyed, my face pressed on the wall, and my hips pushed back. His fingers curled around my hips as he slowly slid inside me. He grabbed both of my hands and pinned them behind me as his dick began to punch my insides; he had never gone this deep before.
It hurt a little, but at the same time, it felt good.
I pinched my lips together and began to let out soft moans; a loud moan escaped my lips as he spanked me.
“Oh…yes!” I moaned louder.
He slid out of me and spun me around, his hands slipped into my high waist, lifting both of my legs off the floor, “How do you feel?” He breathed.
I nodded, “I'm good,” with my legs widely spread and my back pinned against the wall; he slid inside me and began to thrust.
His lips pressed tightly against my neck, and I moaned loudly as I felt his teeth dig into it. I liked it, maybe a little too much.
A loud scream erupted from my lips as my body convulsed against the wall.
We both lay naked on the bed, breathing breathlessly. My whole body ached, but at the same time, it was the best sex we ever had.
Damien had carried me to the room and did it three more times.
He pulled me into a hug, panting breathlessly, and his fingers circled my back. “How do you feel?” He asked.
“You already asked me that like eight times,” I chuckled.
His fingers rubbed the hickey on my neck, and I winced in pain. “See, I hurt you.”
I shook my head. “I like it, I swear; we have never done it like that before.”
“You really liked it?”
I nodded.
His eyes darkened as if he suddenly thought of something, “We have to go to a hospital, love.e”
I lifted my head up, “Why?”
“You are still hurt.t” his hands traced my back softly.
I knew I couldn't say no to him, “Okay, Damie.n”
Kate’s POV
(Lorenzo’s Daughter)
I have been trying for days to find an opening to get to Damien for what he did to my father, my uncle, and my Mafia group.
He has us all in his finger—no, had is the right word, because I'm going to get us all out of his clutch.
Alex, one of my father's top hackers, had created a small device that could eavesdrop on a person's conversation and uncover their weaknesses and plans; all I had to do was place it in Damien's house.
Tricky, right?
Well, guess what?
I already got in.
I'm standing in their bedroom right now.
Damien and Charlotte, as my Intel told me, would be going to a hospital because she got hurt, and this was the perfect chance.
I looked around the room as soon as I slid in through the window; something about it seemed human, even though the devil owned it.
I shrugged my shoulders. “Focus,” I muttered.
My gaze caught a vase on a desk, and I placed the device against it; it stuck immediately like metal to a magnet.
A smirk formed on the corner of my lips.
“I'll avenge you, Uncle Luca.”
Sudden footsteps began to approach the bedroom, and my heart spiked.
It was Damien and Charlotte!
I spun around, looking for a place to hide.
As the doorknob twisted, I rushed to hide underneath the bed.
“Fck,” I muttered in frustration.