Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
She’d never been to her father’s nightclub before, and this one, it was … disappointing. How could he even name this place after his own daughter?
Damon nudged his leg between her thighs, his hand going to her ass, and the other reached up to sink into her hair. He pulled her even closer. His lips brushed against her ear. “Have fun.”
“Why? You’re not here to have fun,” she said.
“You’re right. I’m here to show off his sexy-as-fuck daughter who belongs to me. He thinks he can destroy me, Milah. Take a look around, I will bring this place and your father to his knees.”
She clenched her hands into fists, wanting to pummel his chest. With how close they were, no one would see her anger.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked.
“Because I can, and because his men need to see how far he has fallen.”
Milah frowned.
Damon could have ended her father a few weeks ago. He had him right where he wanted him. His life had literally been in Damon’s hands, but why hadn’t he? They were sworn enemies.
She pulled back, and with Damon’s grasp on her, she couldn’t fight him as he tilted her head back. Then he slammed his lips down on hers.
The kiss took her by surprise.
Milah was frozen. Unsure. His lips were hard, and she stared at him. Damon looked at her, and as he traced his tongue across her lips, she gasped. The moment she did, he plunged inside, and her hands, which had been clenched between them, flattened out.
She touched his chest, feeling the rock-hard muscles beneath. The hand at her neck tightened, and he deepened the kiss.
Against her better judgment, she let her eyes fall shut, and slowly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back with a passion that shocked her.
She hated Damon. She despised all things De Luca, but his kiss was everything.
Her pussy began to grow wet. Her nipples hardened, and even as she tried to deny her feelings, she couldn’t stop. Damon made her ache.
Was this because they nearly had sex back at his home? Was it because he’d given her her first orgasm?
Milah had no answers. She wasn’t a woman hungry for male attention. She never cared about that, but this, it was … heavenly.
Even with her father’s men close by. She had no doubt her father would be notified of this moment. It wasn’t as though he ever liked her anyway. This shouldn’t disappoint him.
Damon pulled away from the kiss, and if he hadn’t been holding her so tightly, she would have stumbled.
The music was slow, erotic, and rather than be annoyed by it, she let go, feeling it awaken her body. With her arms wrapped around his neck, their bodies flush together, she was transported to somewhere else. Where she wasn’t a Russo and he wasn’t a De Luca. They were two strangers within the night, attraction bubbling between them.
He cupped her ass with his leg wedged between her thighs, and as he touched her pussy, she gasped, feeling an answering quake inside her. She was so wet, and she couldn’t resist gyrating against him, feeling his hardened cock against her stomach.
Damon was just as affected by her as she was by him.
This shouldn’t be happening, but Milah didn’t care.
He was using her. Just like her father had used her.
De Luca and Russo were going to paint the streets with blood, but Milah didn’t care. She followed his lead, giving in to temptation for the first time in her life, and she hated how freeing it was.
Glory had told her that her father’s message was to simply ask De Luca what he wanted. She hadn’t asked him yet and had no intention of doing so. He was the enemy. There was a high chance he still could lie. She couldn’t trust him.
Milah didn’t want to think of all those thoughts right now. Not with how good his leg felt between hers.
He let go of her neck long enough to stroke down her back and cup her ass. His lips brushed across her neck, and she gasped as he flicked his tongue over her pulse right before nibbling it with his teeth.
She gasped again. An answering heat flooded her body.
She didn’t want him to stop touching her.
“Do you know what I wanted to do to you in my bed, what I still want to do?” he asked.
She still couldn’t believe it had only been last night when she’d been so close to losing her virginity to him. Sinking her teeth into her lip, she tried not to show just how desperate she was.
Giving in to him was the last thing she wanted to do, and yet, it felt like she didn’t have much of a choice.
The way he touched her. Damon was in command of her body. No one else.