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Damon Isabella was changing for the better. Her heart was getting stronger and would soon become a force to be reckoned with. She needed to be fine with authorizing the death of one or two. She needed to get used to seeing blood and death. I was sure she would be used to it soon, but taking her anywhere near Avalia was a mistake. But I didn't want to leave. The promise of having Isabella beneath me felt more important than saving her friends, but again, I gave my word and I would fulfill it. I stepped towards her and gathered her smaller frame into my arms before kissing her full on the lips. She responded in the most delicious manner as her arms snaked around my neck. Her sweet little mouth opened up even before I thought to ask. Her tongue met mine, and we both groaned into the kiss. We danced instead of fighting for dominance, but she was submissive, letting my tongue take the lead, searching her mouth, drilling it into her mind that her mouth was mine and so was the rest of her
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Isabella Damon had returned again. Although this time it felt different. Him picking me up like that and kissing me felt like it was something he had done every day, and I was used to it. Was it an intentional ploy by him? If it was, what was he getting at? Questions such as these swirled in my mind until I saw her again. The kind old maid came back again with a trolley instead of a tray, with a wide smile plastered on her wrinkled face. She reminded me of someone I knew from my childhood. She reminded me of my old maid. It wasn't just about the fact that they looked alike; it was their characters that were the same. Edna would always greet me with a wide smile plastered on her tanned, wrinkled face. Her skin had reminded me of old leather. But the condition of her skin did not faze her; instead, she would smile every time she saw me, give me a squeeze on my cheeks. She didn't stop this even long after I had become a teenager. She made me feel like a child, but not in a way that I
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Damon The warehouse was large and mostly dilapidated. Parts of the roof and walls were broken, making it a den for the homeless and a place most gangs avoided. Apparently, these people had done a quick job of sending away the homeless and cleaning it up. I nodded for Alessandro to go ahead and pick the lock of the barbed wire fence surrounding the warehouse. He was an expert at such tasks, and I trusted him with it. His leaner figure, however, made him an easy prey for many, especially when surrounded by the rest of us. It was always a mistake, but being slightly leaner meant he was fast. The little assignment of picking the lock took him only a few seconds as he quickly removed the padlock and gently swung the gate open. Stealth was exactly my plan for the night; after all, it wouldn't matter once they were dead or out. The man I had briefly discussed the plan with and the van on our way there decided it would be a good idea to be quiet until the point of entry. This was a good s
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Isabella Just after the boy met eyes with me in my dream, it faded into another one. This time, it was a memory I was fond of. I played with Uncle Rodrigo, who enjoyed tossing me high up into the sky before catching me and tickling me. Uncle Rodrigo mostly spoke in Italian; his reason was that he wanted us children to get used to the mother tongue. It was his consistent actions that made me able to understand Italian with ease and speak it as well. Back then, Cassandra was not so twisted. She was a sweet girl, except it was clear that her father had spoiled her a little too much. Sometimes, it was evident in the way I would wake up and find some of my shoes missing, only to see them on Cassandra's feet. For a while, I let it slide, and then my mother spoke to me harshly. It was then I confessed to my mother that I suspected who was stealing my shoes. Especially when my mother didn't believe it until she did, and told me to talk to my friend. I spoke to Cassandra that day and felt
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Damon I was walking a slippery slope. It was hard not to, after all, Isabella was a slippery slope herself. Being around her made me feel like I was being sucked into a whirlpool or a black hole that threatened to take rather than give. But it wasn't a painful experience, neither was it something I was hoping to live for. She moaned beneath me as I kissed her softly. I could tell that she was skeptical and probably would prefer it if she left, so I deemed it would be best not to scare her off. Her hand slowly moved from where it was on the bed and wrapped around my neck, her fingers threading through my hair. Our tongues danced together, passionately and slowly, in a wet, sloppy kiss that did nothing but drive me insane with lust as my dick strained painfully against the trousers I wore. Isabella herself made things easy. She responded and behaved in a way that was similar to an instrument I was playing. Every note I struck, she sounded as a perfect resonant tone filling up my room
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Isabella I woke up to the sight of Damon's hard chest. My eyes were face-to-face with his bronze skin and the light tufts of hair that I never knew were there. The hair was a dark brown color but seemed to blend into his skin, making it nearly impossible to see from afar. "Fascinating," I thought to myself as I poked at one strand. My eyes went to the tattoo on his chest. It was the tattoo of an angel holding a sword and standing under what seemed to be a tree. I didn't understand how the tattoo artist managed to capture it, but it looked amazing. My hand slowly traced around the beams of light that were tattooed with gold and the sword that was the same color as the being. Just as my finger was about to trace the wings, I heard Damon mumble, "It's ticklish," he said with a deep voice. "And I'm sorry," I said. He smiled and suddenly rolled over until I was beneath him, his weight gently pressed against me. He crouched up and placed his arms on either side of my head. "What are
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IsabellaPaula suddenly exclaimed, drawing my attention away from the shower and towards her. "What is it?" I asked her."Your boyfriend was wearing a mask. What was that about? Plus, a lot of things are too suspicious," she said.I rolled my eyes at Paula. I knew that when her mind was settled on something, she would pry about it until she got information. "It's the mafia," I said, and she finally kept quiet."What do you have to do with the mafia?" she asked, her eyes widening as she was ready to soak in more information."It's complicated," I told her. "And I also don't want to tell you.""Why not?" she asked."It's not because I don't trust you to keep it a secret," I confessed. In truth, I didn't trust Paula to keep anything a secret, but I also knew that she had limits. It wasn't her secret-keeping abilities I trusted; it was the fact that one day someone would find out. With her father being a rich man, I was sure that finding out wouldn't be a good thing."Let's just say that
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Isabella Suddenly, as his mouth once again made contact with my breast, there was a knock on the door. I couldn't decide if I wanted to feel relief or anger, but I knew I felt something conflicted. Damon grumbled about interruptions and how he would tear off the person's head as he put me down beside him. I quickly pulled down my shirt and pulled up my trousers before arranging myself so I would look presentable. The person who had been knocking stepped in before Damon said so, making me wonder who they could be. It just so happened to be Julian. Julian looked better than he did the last night when I saw him. His face still looked swollen, but most of the blackness around his eye and the swelling had reduced, making him look like a different person. Damon, on the other hand, looked like he did before a fight. Focused, with his eyebrows drawn together. His lips were set into a thin line as his eyes darted back and forth between me and Julian. He looked like he was about to fight. I
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IsabellaPerhaps it was Donatella's face that was the most surprising, but the days following my declaration and official ascension to the throne were followed by endless visits to my family's estate.I had to temporarily move there because I was worried about the constant movement and how my son would take it. However, according to Julio, it also applied pressure to bring Cassandra back to the city.She had disappeared a few days ago, and I believed she went to have her child."I must say, he's a very handsome boy," Nicholas said as he carried my son and began to walk around the new nursery. The baby cooed in his arms and raised his little fists towards his face. I smiled but began to miss the little bundle of warmth that he provided. I had once complained to Damon, and his reply was,"You'll just have to get used to it. Or are you going to take my son away from me?" Damon said with a smile.***To my surprise, Cassandra didn't show up over the next few weeks. I began to genuinely w
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IsabellaGeorge knelt in front of me in the gazebo. I had given Alessandro the go-ahead to let him come to the mansion. He came accompanied by three more people that I didn't recognize."There was a mistake, Princess. If I had known…”“I know you think that I am a benevolent figure of never-ending kindness that might accept you. But you must understand that given my position, I simply cannot forgive you right off the bat. You have to prove yourself to me. You have to prove yourself to the city. You have to prove your loyalty, and it will cost you more than it did the last time," I found myself saying.Shortly after that, I left the men alone and made a beeline for the nursery where I felt my son squirming and crying in his cot. The maid I had instructed to stay with him was trying to keep him calm, but she was failing miserably, making me laugh.I stretched out my hands, and just as she placed him in it, the infant settled down. Shortly after passing him and singing to him, I felt ar
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DamonAfter Isabella told me that I should handle Cassandra, Valentino, and her allies, I got to work instantly, telling Ted to pull out the old files he had on the trust of those she committed."So what do we do with them?" he asked. "We pick the weakest link. We pick the one most sympathetic to the lower City. Find me a couple of them and show them the pictures."A few days later, I received a call from Ted while I was out in town on a meeting with Nicholas."We have a number of them. What do you want us to do?" he asked. "Tell them to come to my place," Nicholas said with his arms raised. "I'm sure we'll do a good job convincing them." I smiled and told Ted to do the same. Six men, members of the lesser families, came through his gate.I recognized Antonio and George to be some of them and stopped myself from snickering behind my mask. The men bowed when they saw me, but it was clear that their initial fear of me was gone. I smirked behind the mask and looked at them.I loved se
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IsabellaDamon had carried me into the tub filled with cold water. As soon as my body came in contact with the water, I instantly sighed in relief. Marie came to me with a small figure half wrapped in a cloth and laid the pink infant on my naked chest.I leaned my back against the foam headrest and let my child lean against my skin. He squirmed and cried, but Marie said it was all part of the process, even though my heart was aching as I desperately searched my mind for what to do to ease his sorrows somehow."If he doesn't cry, his lungs wouldn't be strong. You have to let him cry, princess," she had told me before I struggled with her, and Damon carried me into the bathroom. Even now, he was still crying, but I felt a bit assured as Damon held my hand and began to rub soothing circles over my knuckles. "You are so strong," he whispered. "I'm so proud of you." He whispered again, and this time his hand reached up to caress the head of the infant that laid on my chest. I smiled, bu
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IsabellaDamon laughed suddenly, his shoulders quaking, and the room filled up with the hearty sound of joy. He stopped after a while and turned his head towards Cassandra. "It looks as though this wannabe princess is uninformed about what's happening in the city. Someone please tell her."Andrew cleared his throat. "The King…" Damon took off his mask, revealing his face, causing Cassandra to gasp and cover her mouth, as did Donatella. "The King has been married to the princess for quite a while now. I happen to be one of those privileged to witness the ceremony and the signing of their marriage certificate.This, of course, meant that as one without a surname, he would take his wife's own, making him Damon Montenegro Therefore, your challenge… your stake on the throne is very much mitigated by him.""That's not possible!" Cassandra screeched. "You wouldn't do that," she said as she turned her head towards me and stared daggers at me through the screen. "I did. Would you like to h
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Isabella"Do I need to remind you that you are a fugitive?" Damon's voice cut through the silence like a hot knife through butter."Do I need to remind you that your crimes are so great you deserve to be put to death?" Damon stood up from his seat and walked towards the pregnant woman."Get out, or I will pull my gun and shoot you between your eyes, not caring about the child within your belly." Instantly, Donatella gasped and covered her mouth with surprise.She got up and walked towards both of them and set herself in their midst as though to protect Cassandra. "Ouch," I thought to myself. "So much for loyalty forever," I said out loud. Donatella turned to me."You must understand, princess, it's not as though I will not be loyal to you. It's just with the recent developments, we find ourselves needing an heir. Perhaps once she gives birth, she can leave." "I'm not going anywhere," Cassandra said, protesting as she pushed the older woman out of the way."I'm here to challenge her
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Isabella“No, Isabella. We still need Cassandra to come out. We need her to show her cards. I'm sure it's not going to take long, but... you have to hang tight, Mia Bella," Damon said, shaking his head.He raised his hand and began to caress my belly before leaning in and pressing a kiss on my swollen abdomen. As if in response, the baby kicked where his hand was."He's saying hello to me," Damon said with a smile as he leaned forward and then pulled open the robe I wore to reveal my naked belly."So perfect," he said as he pressed another kiss on the pale skin. "So damn perfect," he said again as he met my eyes. I could see the expression there, his eyes flashing red before returning back to their normal hazel color. He spread open my legs and slowly removed the outer robe to reveal my naked pussy. Slowly, he kissed his way from my belly button down to my weeping pussy.***The extra wait was grueling, but I didn't mind it. I filled my days with walking, with Paula up and down the
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Isabella"It was just a rumor," I told my husband as he paced the length of the room, hitting one wall and then going to the next to do the same."We both know rumors are next to truth. It wouldn't be said if it wasn't seen at some point. But you're the same person that said the city thrived on rumors. Why is this one only different?" I questioned him, but the man continued his insistent pacing. He had taken off his shirt, leaving him half naked and making my eyes wander to strange places."Please," I begged him as I stood up. I took off my coat."You're making me dizzy," I said.Damon stopped suddenly and looked at me. "And if the rumor's true?""Then we laid a trap. And I think traps are your thing… at least Julio's thing.""So let's call the ultimate trap master and have him whip up something for us," I said as I reached up towards my husband's head.***The day after, Julio sat opposite me in the gazebo. "How could you not tell me you were pregnant?" He asked, his eyes wide and f
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DamonIsabella's face was pale when I saw her as she came out of the bathroom. She had a stunned look as though she was trying to remember something. I grabbed her hands and rubbed circles over her knuckles until she smiled at me."I am fine," she said with a shaking voice."Champagne?" I asked as I handed her a flute. She shook her head. "I can't keep it down," she said, forcing another smile at me."Isabella, what is wrong?" I asked with my mouth close to her ear. "I'll tell you when we get home," she said as she squeezed my fingers back.The rest of the evening couldn't come fast enough as I began to wish time could go faster. Finally, three hours after we arrived at the party, she tugged on my arm, telling me she wanted to go home. I bade goodbye to my friends and some others who were desperate to see me for some reason. We decided to take the chopper, being impatient and me wanting to find out what was wrong with my wife.I helped her out of her dress when we reached our room. S
