Mistress to a Monster

Crying out, she couldn’t contain her pleasure for a moment longer. It felt so good.

She needed to be touched between her thighs, but with how he was between them, she couldn’t close them.

Damon kept her hands locked to the bed as he moved between her breasts, going to the second nipple.

It wasn’t long before he let her go, and then he flicked the catch at the front of the bra, leaving her exposed to his gaze.

She stared at him, wondering what he was thinking.

He cupped her tits, pushing them together, and then his mouth was on them once again, kissing between the valley. Alternating between sucking on her nipples and tonguing the hard buds.

His touch heated her flesh, making her ache. This was so unfair. She wanted to tell him to stop, and then to not ever stop.

Milah was no longer in control of her body. Damon was. He knew what buttons to press. How to make her ache for more.

“Please,” she said, hating herself for even relenting a little bit.

Damon didn’t stop in his torment. He kissed down her body, his lips setting a fire as he went down.

Milah lifted onto her elbows and gasped as he tore the sweatpants from her body with so much ease. He tossed them aside and then placed his hands on her knees. The panties she wore were a matching set to her bra. He slid her thighs open, and she was nearly naked while he was still dressed.

Her face was on fire.

He slowly traced his fingers up, and Milah felt like she couldn’t breathe.

“Has anyone ever told you how fucking beautiful you are?” he asked.

She shook her head.

This was a position she had never been in. Damon got to the edge of her panties, and Milah held her breath, waiting.

The tips of his fingers stroked the edge of the fabric, teasing.

She waited. He didn’t rush, prepared to wait.

He slid her finger beneath the fabric and then gripped the lace in his fist. Milah gasped as he tugged hard. The sound of it tearing filled the room. Her pretty pair of panties were ruined as he threw them across the room.

Naked.

Exposed.

At his mercy.

Milah waited, not sure what to do.

“I have never cared for a virgin. They have never appealed to me. I like my women to know what is coming.”

With each word he spoke, she felt herself recoil. Why was he saying these things?

“But when it comes to you, Milah, I don’t want another man’s leftovers.” He pressed a kiss to her thigh. “Any man who dares to touch you, I’ll fucking kill.” He kissed her other leg. “You are mine, and I am never going to give you back.”

“I’m a Russo,” she said.

She wasn’t trying to dampen the mood, but he couldn’t forget that. They were enemies.”

He laughed. “No, Milah. You’re mine.”

She screamed as pleasure rushed through her body. His mouth went between her thighs, and she knew what all the books had spoken of was true. This was real pleasure. This was worth fighting for.

Milah couldn’t believe her first time was going to be with her family’s sworn enemy. A man she should despise. A man who was making her ache in all the right places.

His tongue danced across her clit, stroking around and over, consuming her with need. It just didn’t stop. The pleasure was instant, intense, and Milah cried out, begging for more and not wanting it to end.

Damon’s hands went beneath her body, gripping her ass, squeezing the flesh, and tightening his grip. She loved the sharp bite of possession, and with the way he lapped at her pussy, she felt the waves of her orgasm starting to build. Her body no longer felt like her own. She shouldn’t feel this way because of who De Luca was, but there was no holding back. The feel of him was almost too much and at the same time not enough.

“Please,” she said, desperate and begging.

He growled against her flesh. Then he sent her over the edge, and she couldn’t stop his name from falling from her lips as he took her to the stars. She had never felt like this. Not ever.

She didn’t want it to stop, but slowly, even before her orgasm was over, Damon released her. He stepped back, and she watched, a little dazed as he started to undress.

Milah pressed her thighs closed, but he merely tutted. “Keep them open.”

She had no choice.

He was the one in charge. She wanted to continue touching herself to prolong the pleasure his wicked tongue had caused. Excitement filled her as she watched him undress, revealing his heavily inked body.

Even as she hated him, she couldn’t deny the sudden hit of attraction. It wasn’t right or normal, but at that moment, she truly didn’t care.

All of her focus was on this moment. Of feeling Damon.

He wasn’t the man she wanted, but she was determined to enjoy this. Damon hadn’t raped her. He hadn’t used force. There was manipulation, and he’d used her concern for the pups to get what he wanted. She’d already begged.

Damon knelt on the bed, nudging her thighs open with the sheer size of him. He stared down at her, and she looked up at him, waiting.

“This is going to hurt,” he said. “I can’t change that.”

She licked her lips and nodded. “I know.”

Her heart raced as his hand moved down. She hadn’t looked at his dick, too afraid to. She waited, staring at him, curious and wondering how painful it would be. Would he be too large for her to handle?

She felt him between her thighs, and just as he tensed up, about to take her, there was a knock at the door.

Milah looked toward the door before glancing back at Damon. No one had ever interrupted them before. Why now?

“Sir, there has been an attack.”

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