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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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