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Chapter Fifty Eight

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Damian.

Growing up, I had loved coming to the house in the Adirondacks, but that felt

like a hundred years ago. Now, as we neared the property, Hope sat beside me in the car, everything about her tense. She looked beautiful in the cream colored dress I had chosen, her auburn hair piled high on her head, dark eye makeup

accenting the almond shape of her whiskey colored eyes.

I touched her knee as we pulled up to the security gate.

She startled.

“You will be fine. I will stay with you.”

She nodded, but the tension kept rolling off her.

I hated this. Knew as I waved to the guard and pulled around back to the garage that she was here to be shown around, shown off, a token of my father’s of my family's triumph. I also knew my father had not forgotten what she had done. He would punish her for it, and I had a feeling he would do it tonight.

I just needed to keep her reined in nice and tight. After parking the car, I climbed out and met Hope on her side.

“I feel sick.”

I slid her h
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    Damian. I took my jacket off and hung it over the back of a chair, then loosened my tie, unbuttoning the top buttons of my dress shirt before it choked me. All the while, my eyes remained locked on hers. I walked toward her, rolling my right shirt sleeve up as I went. I wondered if she knew what was coming, what had to happen now. Why the room adjacent to ours became suddenly so quiet, as if there wasn’t an audience just beyond the doors to bear witness. I reached for the buckle of my belt and undid it. That was when she understood. She made to rise, but I was too close and caught her halfway up. “Make this easy on yourself,” I whispered, wondering if those in the other room heard the swoosh of my belt as I yanked it from its loops, pulled her up out of her chair, and pushed her to bend over the table that had yet to be wiped down. “Damian ,” she began. “Quiet.” I shoved her dress up to her waist. She struggled, but I held her flat and pushed her panties down so they slipped from

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    Hope. I looked at the window. Sunlight filtered through the crack between the curtains. I blinked, confused for a moment, but the soreness between my legs and on my ass quickly reminded me of where I was. The clock beside the bed read 7:04 a.m. I dragged the silk sheet up over my naked body, sat up, flinched, and lay back down. Beside me, the empty pillow lay sideways. I touched it, leaned over and buried my nose in it, then reared back and shook my head. What the hell was I doing? He had whipped me, humiliated me, then fucked me. I had cum. I had begged him to fuck me harder. I hated myself. No, I hated him. I needed to remember that. Why was it so hard to remember that? I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. He must have showered recently. Steam still fogged up the corners of the mirror, and the scent of his aftershave hung in the air. I found I liked it, felt somehow comforted by it. The devil you know. That’s all that was. I knew Damian . I knew his limits. Fuc

  • SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD   Chapter sixty one

    Damian. I could not win. No one could. What I said to her, I meant it. Francis spears would win. And everyone else would lose. Hope went straight to her room when we got back to the house, and I shut myself up in my study. She hadn’t talked to me the entire ride. Probably pissed at me, which I expected. I would deal with that later, though, because as soon as i booted up my laptop, I saw an e-mail from Roman regarding Luke’s activities. Luke had been busy indeed, meeting with various members of the Paganibfamily in the tristate area. We knew that, though. That wasn’t new. It was the next part that intrigued me. He was spending his nights in Isabella’s bed Isabella was Hope’s sister. That’s why it so surprised me to learn that I was wrong. That he wasn’t Effie’s father. But that wasn’t the strangest thing. In fact, what I saw made zero sense. I picked up the phone and dialed Roman, but before he could answer, the door burst open. Hope stood in the doorway, looking pissed off. “S

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    Hope. I couldn’t believe this. He had just left, walked out! I had really thought last night, after what had happened in the bedroom, the things he had said, I thought he felt something. And even as I had told him I hated him, I didn’t. I had held fast, refusing to let go. I felt something for him. Then this morning, when he had defended me, didn’t that mean something? And what about when he had been so possessive when he had seen Tony in our room? God, I was stupid. His cell phone buzzed again, and I got up. He had forgotten it in his rush. The latest text was on the screen. “Are you getting my messages? I need you!” The name of the contact read Naya. Naya needed him? Of course his ex girlfriend needed him. And he had dropped everything for her. In a fucking heartbeat, he had dropped everything and run out of the house, not even remembering to take his cell phone with him! Fine. That was fine. She was probably the reason he would release me from my contract. He didn’t want

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    Hope After a short rest and a microwave dinner later in the evening, I had gotten ready and gone to sleep in my old bedroom, the sinking feeling never leaving my stomach. It wasn’t too much later when I woke to rain beating against the window and voices arguing. I sat up and glanced at the time on my phone. It was a little after midnight. The display showed eight missed calls, all from surprise, surprise Damian . I guess he had gotten home from Naya’s. Asshole. I ignored the messages, got out of bed, and cracked the door open. The voices came from downstairs. It was Isabella and a man. Although I knew the voice, I couldn’t place it. It didn’t belong here. “You promised me. I don’t want him hurt!” My sister sounded agitated. “I’m placating. Relax.” “How the fuck can I relax? God, I wish this were over!” I stepped out onto the landing and crept over to the stairs. Hearing the familiar creak on the third step, I froze, hoping they hadn’t heard. They continued arguing. “You need t

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    Damian. I popped out of the room when I saw Roman’s call come in and left Dr. Mooney to wrap Hope’s leg. I was right; just a sprain, but painful nonetheless. “Roman,” I said as I entered my study and shut the door. “Well, you know how to make an entrance.” “He kidnapped Kyle from the daycare. This is after he had gone to Naya’s house a few days ago, and she had refused to let him in. He was sending a message, Roman. I wanted to be sure he received mine loud and clear.” “Well, your father was pissed. You were gone for most of that, though.” “Really? Francis spears pissed at his son that’s not me for a change?” “Francis can be pigheaded sometimes, Damian. We both know that. He is tougher on you because he knows you’ll be the one replacing him, but he can’t ignore Tony. Franco is more aware than you think of the potential threat Tony presents, and this stunt with Kyle banished any doubts he may have still clung to.” “Finally,” I said sarcastically. “Either way, unless Tony is st

  • SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD   Chapter sixty six

    Damian. I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her, lifting her up as I stood, cradling her to me, carrying her to the door of my study. Our lips still locked, we entered. I took her to the couch, sat her on it, and kneeled before her between her spread knees. Her eyes on mine, she pulled first her top, then her sports bra off, her round breasts settling into place, the nipples already tight. I worked her other shoe off her foot and then slipped my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and panties. She lifted up a little, allowing me to drag them down and off so she sat before me naked. “Spread your legs wider and lean back,” I said, tugging my shirt off. She did as I said, opening herself wide, leaning back, offering me her pussy. With my thumbs on either side of her lips, I opened her farther and brought my mouth to her, licking her length once before taking her clit into my mouth, still watching her as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “Fuck, Damian, I love that.”

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