DAMIEN: Book 2 of The De Luca Brothers Series [COMPLETED]

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I slip out of Damien's warm arms and turn to face him, putting a step between us for good measures. My mind races at the possibilities in what could have happened to Zoe: kidnapped, injured, lost... dead. NO. I won't think like that- for the sake of that child and my sanity. "What happened?"

His expression falls and he looks away, finding the floor more interesting than my crestfallen appearance, "I think we need to sit down."

I march over to the settee and sit down, waiting anxiously for him to do the same. He takes his time, seeming to have to try and find the right words to say to me at a moment like this, "Zoe is not who we think she is."

My brows furrow in confusion, "She's not Rita's daughter—?"

"No, she is Rita's daughter, she's just not as innocent as she claims. She has been working alongside Rita and formulated a plan into how to expose the gang mansion."

I blink as realisation dawns on me, "Oh my god."

"Rita had a tracker implanted in her that showed where our mansion was when we took her. Zoe helped with getting information by spending time with us, also confirming your pregnancy- furthermore she was also the one who unlocked the cell by pick locking."

I can't breathe. I can't speak. I can't even think. To think I thought I knew a girl only to realise that our entire relationship is fake just because I misjudged someone due to their supposed state. Also persuaded by said someone being a child. Rita knew I had a weakness: my maternal instincts. I place a shaky hand over my mouth as tears prick my eyes and I look at Gufo in a stunned silence, guilt pumping in my veins like a toxin.

"Babe... it's not your fault. None of us could have known, you were just doing what you thought was right and we should have checked Rita for any implants."

I hear him but I don't listen, instead I can't help but physically feel the blood of so many gang members on my hands. Oh god, what have I done? I feel sick, nausea rising up and into the back of my throat however I push it down.

I don't realise it, but Damien tugs me into his chest and the torrent of emotions comes rushing out and I begin to cry broken, hollow sobs into his hard chest. He soothingly strokes my hair and whispers sweet nothings in my ear but I dont pay attention. I just feel the heavy guilt in the pit of my stomach that slowly makes me feel worst and worst and worst.

Damien suddenly scoops me up and begins walking me through the cabin; I don't pay attention to where I'm going, instead burying myself into him in a sorry attempt to hide whilst seeking comfort. I hear the opening of a door, shutting and then the soft encompass of a bed. I sniffle and tug Damien closer to me and entangle myself with him, "I'm a horrible person."

"No you're not."

"I'm the reason your people died," I whisper hoarsely. "It hurts to think... I don't want to think anymore." I exhale unevenly and make the rash decision of straddling him.

Damien's eyes widen as he looks up at my tearstained cheeks with shock, instinctively gripping my thighs to steady me. I can feel him beneath me, feel how he's slowly hardening- I want to feel that and not the agony of being responsible for so much death and misery.

"Help me forget."

He shakes his head, "No baby, you need to rest and conquer this hurdle."

"Damien. Please."

He closes his eyes and I can tell he's fighting an internal battle, but I slowly begin to rub my crotch over his growing member, the friction sending tingles through me and I'm sure the same for him. His breathing becomes heavier, deeper, laboured. It's like toying with a snake: unsure whether they'll bite or not.

He bites.

Suddenly, he flips me over so I'm laying on my back, him between my legs, unbuttoning my jeans eagerly like a starved animal with its prey. He begins to slide them down, I lift myself to help him and soon, they're across the bedroom. I reach up and pull him into a kiss filled with passion and lust. He rolls his hips against my core and a shaky moan exits my mouth, my breath hitching from contact. He grunts and begins to tug at my shirt; I help him pull it over my head and it joins my jeans.

He meets my eyes and gives me a gentle push backwards so that I'm layer on my back. He shuffles backwards and looks up from my knickers, taking them with his teeth and pulling them down. I instantly flush because I haven't shaved but he doesn't seem to care as he dives between my legs.

He kisses my inner thighs, teasing around the edges of my lips whilst getting a grip with his hands. His breath fans against my sensitive clit and I mewl at the teasing sensations; close but not there. Dickhead.

"Damien..."

It doesn't take much prompting, his tongue expertly swirls around my clit and I arch my back, the desperate contact I yearned for satisfied in just a movement. He reaches up with a hand and gropes my bra-clad chest, pleasurable tingles shoot down and makes me more wet. I let out a deep moan.

He flattens his tongue and licks me long and hard, causing an abundance of sensations to roll through my body. I want- no need something to fill me.

"Ugh, Damien, I need you."

His mouth leaves me and I frown, suddenly feeling cold, "What are you...?"

He unzips his jeans and pulls them down, kicking them somewhere. His hard member looks painfully locked away in his briefs as he tugs off his shirt. I kick off my knickers from my ankle and move to his package. He throws his shirt and grins wickedly at the hungry look in my eyes. I don't care. I tug them down slowly with one hand, admiring the way his dick is slowly pulled down then springs up against his tummy, the impressive length always shocking me.

I let my breath tease him, getting close but not yet giving him the pleasure of my lips around his cock. He groans and grumbles, "Babe if you don't stop teasing I'm going to throat fuck you."

I wrap my mouth around his mushroom head and lick it in circles, hearing his breathing hitch before growing in appreciation. A hand trails down and fists my hair but doesn't push, just urges me to try and take all of him. About half way down, I gag and redraw with a pop causing him to shudder and smirk cockily- no pun intended. I lick underneath him and with my hand roll his balls, squeezing them lightly; I take his head and with my free hand stroke him member. I feel him tense beneath me and he releases into my mouth, some dribbling from the corner of my lips.

"I want to be inside you," he whispers seductively, hauling me up and pushing me on my back. Surprisingly he's still hard after that impressive load. Without a condom he pushes into my entrance and lets out a lustful moan, "God baby your so tight for me."

I bite my lip when he thrusts in slowly, hating the slow pace but loving the feeling. He grabs a leg and hoists it over his shoulder changing the angle and making him go deeper; he hits the right spot and I let out a cry, "Damien!"

Realising people can hear, he captures my lips and picks up the pace, the headboard hitting the wall lightly. Like a well-oiled machine he pistons into me without losing a beat and increases the intensity; with that the headboard matched his stroke and begins to bang into the wall as the bed squeaks beneath us. I let out a loud moan into his mouth as I clench around him and release, shortly after he thrusts one last time and does the exact same, filling me with warmth.