Chapter 21

Damien

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I moved toward her room, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. Not the nicest way to think about a woman, calling her “it” but Leila Jones, she has this effect on me.

This stubborn fire in her eye that made me want to both protect her and completely unravel her. Yesterday at the dinner table when she’d walked up to me in that dress, that damn dress, every instinct in my body screamed at me to rip it off right then and there, but I had to keep it together.

My dick definitely noticed.

It was goddamn struggle to maintain control, staring at her like that, the list a tangible thing coiling in my guts. But none of that mattered, not really.

I was the Damien Leonardo Alvaro.

I had a reputation and an image to uphold and we don’t wear our emotions on our sleeves.

We kept our heads down and our power absolute.

I’d taken her up to my private strip club, the anticipation brewing inside of me and something darker than lust.

I could feel the sway of her hips and I led her, the subtle shift in her weight telling me she was definitely feeling the effect of the alcohol.

Seeing her grow up, a shy little girl tagging after her brothers most time and then seeing her that day in the room, where they had locked her up shifted something in me, the anger running back around.

They’d told me she was inside because her father, that useless fool, couldn’t settle his debt.

I scoffed, the sound sharp in this quiet room as everything kept replaying in my head.

I'd told her to take the stage.

Mine.

I’d settled into the chair, the scent of some old money shit and stale perfume clinging to it and watched.

When that dress finally slipped off her, revealing her body, I just couldn’t look away.

She was breathtaking.

Those big onyx eyes bringing back the Raven name, usually so sharp and intelligent, held a different kind of knowing then.

She was a smart girl, no doubt but not here.

Not under my roof but in my bed, not when everything about her, every single inch belonged to me.

Her curves weren’t dramatic but they were perfect coupled with her breast, small enough to fit comfortably in my hand, were high and firm.

The way her ass flexed as she moved around that pole, so light and graceful and then she turned to face me, lifting her leg, the smooth skin taut against the cool metal, with a slow movement she pulled her  hair letting the dark strands cascade down her back.

That had to be my undoing because how could one woman be so damn beautiful, so completely captivating, that every thing else just faded away?

It was more like a vision narrowed and all that existed was her.

With that she walked towards me, those heels clicking softly on the floor, her waist swaying to the rhythm of the sensual music that was currently playing.

Like a cat on the prowl she stopped right in front of me, her gaze looking with mine which meant a silent challenge in her eyes.

 She placed her legs on my shoulder, the heat of her skin seeping through my suit.

She was wearing nothing but a flimsy g-string, giving me a perfect view of her wetness, I could feel it, it looked so tight, so inviting, and this baby boy was up, not taking chances.

I smirk, I wasn’t going to let her win this.

I just wanted her legs to stay right there, above my shoulder, she smelled incredibly nice, a mix of a perfect perfume and something uniquely her, something that made my blood rush.

 Then she moved, sliding her hand down my back from where she stood behind me, then tracing the lines of my chest.

I knew what that meant, she needed me this moment, a desperate need and when the finger fumbled with the button and belt of my trouser it got me pissed, and even if she didn’t want me, it wouldn’t have mattered because I did.

Her hand on me sent a jolt of pure electricity through my veins.

I stood up pulling her with me, taking her back to my room, I removed every single piece of clothing from her body my eyes lingering on her curve, the curve of her breast, the feel of it.

I drew a sharp breathe in and then her taste, her pussy tater like something I could spend every fucking second of my life exploring.

With a surge of raw desire I positioned myself above her with my thrust pressing down.

The tightened almost unbearable as I thrust in making me groan in pleasure, she felt so damn good, so tight that I had to push deeper, wanting to lose myself completely inside her.

Her eyes stared up at me, wide and dark as she opened them even wider as I moved, her moan like the most intoxicating music I’d ever heard and then the word just slipped out from her raw and honest.

“Because you fuck me right”

That was it, I came hard holding her hips, her body arching beneath mine and shaking too.

“Damien.” I turned towards the sound of the voice, my muscles still tense. Gerald stood in the doorway, his expression calm, a stark contrast to the storm raging inside me. He was my younger brother, the level-headed one. I always had to make sure he was okay, even though he tried to act like he didn't need me.

“What’s happening?” I asked, already knowing why he was here. Trouble always found us.

“The Elvares,” he said, his voice low and serious. “They seem to be moving heroin through our territory. Sales are spiking, and it’s getting out of hand.”

How the hell had I not known about this sooner? The one thing I’d been fighting to avoid, keeping our family away from the law, and now this. This was going to be a major problem.

“Ask them for a meet,” I said, my voice cold. “If they don’t agree, blow three of their brains out and get back to me.”

I reached for a cigarette on the bedside table, lighting it, the harsh smoke filling my lungs, I had to set the rule and make them clear, if they were going to encroach on my territory then I had to do what needed to be done.

But first I needed to make sure everyone here was safe.

Leila Jones

“I’ll get the possible talk out of this” he muttered but I heard him, making me smile within me as the smoke curled around my lips.

I picked up my discarded clothes and walked towards her room, I could hear her sobbing through the door, a raw heart wrenching sound that felt different from her usual defiance.

It was like something was twisting in my chest, a strange urge to go in there and tell her everything would be alright.

But how could I even say that?

She was going to be here forever or at least that was the plan.

What else was she going to do here the thought crashing on me.

Warm my bed

The voice in the back of my head says before I could even think of something.

I turned towards the hallway, moving back towards the main part of the house, knowing I wouldn’t be able to sleep until this Elvares situation was handled. I had to keep them from invading my home, from threatening what was mine.

“Damien.” I turned back towards the doorway. Gerald was still standing there, his eyes steady.

“Ready?” I asked, moving past him, the sound of her sobs fading behind me.