Mistress to a Monster

He watched her chest rise and then slowly fall. She did this several times. Her palms went from gripping her thighs to resting with them up. She kept looking around the room and not at him.

He waited. Damon was used to silence.

Milah tilted her head from left to right. Rubbed her hands up and down her thighs, glanced around. Looked at him. Quickly looked away.

He couldn’t help but chuckle. She wasn’t fooling anyone. Least of all him.

Damon waited.

Curious.

“What do you want?” Milah asked.

“I take it you don’t want to sit in silence.”

“I’m not an idiot. I know you can do whatever you want to me, so why wait? Why not get it over with?” she asked, shooting her accusatory glare his way.

He reached out and stroked some of her hair back behind her ear. “And why would I do that?” he asked. “Your begging will be so much more enjoyable.”

Milah sank to her knees, clasped her hands together, and raised them. “Please, let me go. I am begging you. This fight is not between us. Your problem is with my father. Please, just let me go.”

Now this was a sudden turn of events he didn’t anticipate.

Sinking to his knees in front of Milah, he cupped her face, tilting her head back to look at him. “And why would I do that when I can have so much fun with you?” He ran his thumb across her lips and leaned in close. The temptation to kiss her was strong, but he held himself back, wanting to make her wait.

Part of the pleasure was the anticipation.

Milah would relent eventually.

All he had to do was wait. He could make her life difficult or easy. It was up to her. Personally, he wanted it to be all pleasure, but he knew Milah would fight him.

He looked forward to it.

Damon moved his lips toward her ear, and he felt her tense up. The neck was such an erogenous zone. He wondered if she felt arousal. Was her tight pussy soaking wet? He’d find out soon enough.

“It’s nice to hear you beg, but have you ever thought that it might be amazing between us?” he asked. “Your tight little cunt sliding up and down my cock. I could give you the world, Milah. Show you how good it can be between us. All you have to do is give in.”

“Do you have to force all the women you sleep with?”

He chuckled. “They beg with me entering the room.”

“You sicken me.”

“One day, you’re going to want me. Let us see if I will still want you then.” He grabbed her arm and moved her toward his door. He pushed her out with enough force to make her stumble. “Take her to her room.”

Milah shot him a glare, and for her effort, he gave her a wink.

It was going to take more than a few glares to anger him.

After closing his door, he moved toward the balcony. The night was cold, but he didn’t care. His cock was rock fucking hard, and there was no way he was going to be able to satisfy his craving for that woman with anyone else. The only woman he wanted was Milah. He didn’t care about the age gap between them.

Age was just a number.

Milah would belong to him.

He could just fuck her and be done with it. Force her to take his cock, but of all the bad things he’d done in his lifetime, rape wasn’t one of them.

Damon refused to be tarnished with that brush, even if previous De Luca generations had been known to do it. His father hadn’t. Neither had he. His grandfather, however, that was … different. Damon knew of the tales of his grandfather trapping young women. Especially those who didn’t desire him. Not because of his wealth or looks. Grandad De Luca had been a wealthy, handsome man back in the day. The women who rejected him didn’t want anything to do with the De Luca name. It was one of the reasons the De Lucas and Russos were at war.

Damon didn’t like the tale.