The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of Damon's suite, Chapter casting a soft glow over our entwined bodies. I woke slowly, my muscles aching in the best way possible from the night's frenzy. Damon's arm was draped possessively over my waist, his warm breath tickling the back of my neck. His cock, still semi-hard, pressed against my ass, a reminder of how he'd claimed me over and over until we collapsed in exhaustion.
I shifted slightly, feeling the sticky remnants of his cum between my thighs. A shiver ran through me as memories flooded back—his rough hands pinning me down, the way he'd pounded into my pussy with relentless force, grunting my name like a prayer. My nipples hardened at the thought, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan. Who was this man? The boy I'd protected in high school was gone, replaced by this dominant beast who fucked like he owned every inch of me.
Damon stirred behind me, his grip tightening. 'Morning, beautiful,' he murmured, his voice husky with sleep. His hand slid up to cup my breast, thumb circling the sensitive peak. I arched into his touch, already wet again. 'Couldn't get enough last night?'
'Never,' I whispered, turning to face him. His dark eyes locked onto mine, intense and hungry. Tattoos snaked across his broad chest, disappearing under the sheets. He looked every bit the mafia kingpin, powerful and untouchable—except for me. I reached down, wrapping my fingers around his thickening shaft, stroking slowly. It twitched in my hand, growing harder as pre-cum beaded at the tip.
He growled low in his throat, flipping me onto my back in one fluid motion. 'You're playing with fire,' he warned, but his lips crashed against mine, tongue invading my mouth with the same ferocity he'd shown hours ago. I tasted salt and desire on him, my legs parting instinctively as he settled between them. His cock nudged my entrance, slick with my arousal.
'Fuck me again,' I begged, nails digging into his shoulders. He didn't hesitate, thrusting deep in one brutal stroke. I cried out, my walls clenching around his girth as he filled me completely. He set a punishing rhythm, hips slamming against mine, balls slapping my skin with each drive. 'So tight... so perfect for my cock,' he rasped, biting down on my neck hard enough to leave a mark.
I wrapped my legs around him, urging him deeper. The bed creaked under us, the room filling with the wet sounds of our joining. Sweat slicked our bodies, and I lost myself in the sensation—his thickness stretching me, hitting that spot inside that made stars explode behind my eyelids. 'Harder, Damon... please,' I gasped, my hands roaming over the ridges of his abs.
He obliged, grabbing my thighs and spreading me wider, pounding into me like he was staking his claim. One hand found my clit, rubbing firm circles that had me trembling on the edge. 'Come for me,' he commanded, his voice rough. The orgasm hit me like a wave, my pussy spasming around him as I screamed his name. He followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with hot spurts of cum.
We lay there panting, his weight a comforting press against me. But as our breaths evened, reality crept in. 'What happened to you?' I asked softly, tracing a tattoo on his arm—a coiled serpent that seemed to symbolize the danger he now embodied. 'After high school... you vanished.'
Damon rolled off me, propping himself on an elbow. His expression darkened, a shadow crossing his features. 'Life got complicated. Joined the family business—my real family, not the one I hid from back then.' He paused, eyes searching mine. 'Mafia. It's not pretty, but it's mine now. I built this empire from nothing.'
My heart raced, not from fear, but from the thrill of it. The nerd I'd loved was a fantasy; this Damon was real, raw, and dangerously addictive. 'And now? Us?'
He smirked, pulling me close. 'Now? You're mine. But we have to be careful. Berlin's not safe for loose ends.' His phone buzzed on the nightstand, and he glanced at it, jaw tightening. 'Shit. Meeting with the crew. Stay here—order room service, relax. I'll be back by lunch.'
He kissed me fiercely before slipping out of bed, his naked form a masterpiece of muscle and ink as he dressed in a crisp shirt and slacks that hugged his powerful frame. Watching him leave, gun tucked into his waistband, sent a forbidden rush through me. What had I gotten into?
Alone, I showered, letting the hot water wash away the evidence of our passion—though the ache between my legs lingered. Wrapped in a robe, I scrolled my phone, texting Alice: Had an amazing night. Catch up later? Her reply was instant: With who? Spill! Sam and I are hitting the markets. Join?
I hesitated. Part of me wanted normalcy with my friends, but the pull toward Damon was magnetic. Maybe evening, I typed back. Seeing someone special.
The door clicked open sooner than expected. Damon strode in, earlier than promised, his face stormy. 'Change of plans,' he said, locking the door behind him. 'Trouble brewing. Some rivals sniffing around the hotel.' He crossed to me, hands framing my face. 'I need you safe. Pack your things—we're moving you to my penthouse downtown.'
Before I could protest, his mouth was on mine, urgent and demanding. He backed me against the wall, robe falling open as his hands explored. 'Can't stop thinking about you,' he admitted between kisses, fingers dipping between my legs to find me soaked. 'Gonna fuck you quick before we go.'
I nodded, breathless, as he spun me around, bending me over the dresser. My hands braced on the cool wood, ass presented to him. He freed his cock, rubbing the head along my slit before slamming home. I moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts. He gripped my hips, fucking me hard and fast, the mirror reflecting our raw connection—his tattooed arms flexing, my breasts bouncing with each impact.
'You're dripping for me,' he groaned, one hand tangling in my hair to pull my head back. The angle let him go deeper, his cock dragging against my inner walls. I came undone quickly, clenching around him as pleasure ripped through me. He pulled out at the last second, stroking himself to spill across my ass, marking me in another way.
Panting, he helped me clean up, his touch gentle now. 'This is just the beginning,' he promised, eyes burning with possession. As we gathered my things, I realized my holiday in Berlin had turned into something far more intoxicating—a dangerous dance with the man who'd always been my secret obsession.
But outside, shadows loomed. As we slipped into the elevator, Damon's hand on the small of my back, I caught a glimpse of a man in a suit watching us too closely. My pulse quickened. Whatever came next, I was all in—body, heart, and soul.