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Isabella I let out a hiccup as Damon's hands caressed my waist and traveled to my backside. He leaned into my neck and asked again about my arm. "Tell me, how is your arm? Does it hurt when I do this?" He gently pulled on my left arm and took it behind my back. It did hurt a bit, but not enough to make me flinch. "A little bit," I said, wondering where I found the energy to speak. He responded by planting a soft kiss on my shoulder and pulling off the off-the-shoulder dress I was wearing. He pulled down the shoulders to reveal my breasts. My nipples stood naked and pointed facing him as though in anticipation for his warm mouth and gentle caresses. I shuddered the moment his lips came and made contact with them. His mouth moved over my nipples as though they were my lips, his tongue darted over the sensitive and hardened peaks making me moan softly. His other freehand left my waist and grabbed my second breast, kneading it softly until he began tracing his fingers around my sen
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Isabella Damon pushed back inside again and then with a determined look on his face leaned upwards and grabbed my legs. He started to slowly thrust into me rolling his hips in the process. My eyes caught the movement and found it mesmerizing. My eyes traced the motion of his hips as they moved upward, revealing his toned stomach, his defined tattooed chest, and then his face, which was scrunched up in concentration. His hair, usually slicked back, now cascaded forward, forming short, lush curls that framed his features with an air of rugged allure. Damon was beautiful. His eyes immediately met mine as soon as I thought that and he flashed a slow and dangerous smile at me through his grunts of pleasure. I stretched out my hand towards him as a sign for him to come to me and he did. He leaned downwards till his forehead touched mine and let me pull him into a hug. Suddenly I began to feel pleasure as his dick hit me and a certain spot. I'm more and immediately wrapped my legs aroun
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Isabella It was as though a cloud of darkness had fallen over Damon. Such an ultimatum was akin to pronouncing his death. Cassandra was truly seeking ways to control everything. Normally, taking Frank would be a declaration of war, for which I suppose she might not have had the means to participate. Perhaps she negotiated with the treacherous houses for support, promising that if they kept Damon from returning with me, they would have the city to themselves. I looked up at Damon to find him still lost in his thoughts. I would trust him to come up with a way out, but for now, I knew he needed comfort first. I quickly finished my coffee and padded over to him, setting the cup down on the coffee table. I stood in front of him and tapped his shoulder. He slowly leaned back until his back rested against the chair's backrest, his eyes showing a mix of question and anger, as if I was interrupting him without reason. Sensing his anger, I quickly sat on his lap and leaned towards his hea
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Isabella Checking up on Alessandro and Miguel proved to be a good idea. The two men were quickly recovering and hopefully will be able to move by the end of the week. Of course, they bickered to their hearts' content despite their injuries and even threatened a fight. Unfortunately, I barely paid attention to them. My mind was on one thing: how we were going to leave Rome. By the time I got back to Damon's room, I found him pacing the length of the room as he spoke in rapid Russian. I didn't know he could speak Russian, but either way, he didn't seem to be arguing. He said something in Russian and laughed shortly after. After a few back and forth, I heard "do svidaniya”, which I knew was "goodbye," and then he hung up. He walked over to me with a smile. I guess he must have found a solution to our current predicament. "I pulled in a favor with my friend in Russia. He has a private strip on the outskirts of Rome and a private jet waiting in the hangar. All I need to do is pay for
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Isabella Damon sat beside me in the van as we pulled out of the underground parking lot. It was still dark outside, and upon inspection on my phone, I saw that it was barely 4:38 a.m. "We have a long drive," he said to me. "At least an hour and a half journey, and I want us to get there quickly." Damon was currently scrolling through his phone and then texting with quick movements of his fingers. Suddenly, heat rushed to my cheeks as I thought about his fingers working on me the night before. I reached the conclusion last night that he had been holding back on me, but for a good reason. "If I do everything I want to do to you, you're going to run away. I don't want you running away from me, princess," he taunted last night. Paula and Michael were in the van behind us, with Miguel also with them, while Alessandro sat alone in the backseat. I counted nine men close to Damon. In my mind, the only ones I was familiar with were Philippe, Miguel, Alessandro, and Michael. Another one
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Isabella I looked up from my hiding place in Damon's neck. My heart would mourn the loss of his scent momentarily as I took in the sight of what was a private airstrip through the tinted glass of the van. The door sliding open brought in a rush of bright light from the sunrise, slightly harsh on my eyes. Damon tapped me on my ass and nudged me to get up. I picked up my phone and the backpack that contained my other devices then climbed down from the van. It was a plain airfield, consisting of a long runway and a hangar. Off in the distance stood a medium-sized private jet that was slowly revving up its engine. The private jet was suddenly closer, and that's when I realized it was coming to pick us up. Excited and not being able to remember the last time I was on a plane, my heart picked up speed in anticipation. I felt Damon's hands close around mine, and just then heard my name being called by Paula's familiar voice. I looked around to find her waving energetically. "You don'
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Isabella The Lower City had a private airstrip close to the beach on the south side of the island. That area was more desert than green fields. I could almost taste the desert air carried from across the Mediterranean from Africa as soon as I alighted from the plane. Waiting for us some distance away from the landing strip were two large black SUVs. Standing in front of one of them was a hard-looking man with a smile. The man had a deep scar running from his forehead down to his chin. I turned around to find Damon shaking hands with the pilot, who later waved at me. The man's smile widened, making his scar stretch across to the point where it almost looked like his skin wanted to rip, making him look like a discount version of Freddy Krueger. Nonetheless, I didn't feel threatened in front of the man. His smile was welcoming and bore no ill intent. "It's good to see you again, King," the man said in a deep voice as he grabbed Damon's elbow. The two shared a strange handshake and
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Isabella "No, this is my fault," I said to Damon. "I ran away. I ran like a coward. I left them. I left them to Rodrigo, and he ruined this place. You tried, but... it looks like there's only so much you could do. The city... it needs me. I get that now. But I ran from it. I ran from my place, and everything fell to ruin." Damon caressed my cheek and bent his head to peck me on my forehead. "You are here now," he said, and everything became clear. I was here, and I was here to fix things. I wrapped my arm around his waist and buried my head in his chest. His scent did wonders as my nose practically rejoiced to have him close to me again, breathing in his French coffee and sage smell. I loved him. I heard someone clear their throat behind us, interrupting the perfect moment we were having. "I'm sorry, King," the voice said. While I was about to get angry, I realized that we couldn't just stand around and hug each other forever. Duty pulled at the sense of duty in my mind. The
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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
