Sweet Temptation, page 12
I hate this world. Why didn’t we just go to a hospital! I want Damon! My legs buckle, causing me to collapse to the ground, leaning my weight against the wall.
Pulling my knees to my chest, I don't stop as more tears escape my eyes. I'm not waiting another fucking minute. I’ll be there when Damon opens his eyes, because he will. He has to know I'm sorry. For what, I don't know, but I know I'm sorry.
I can't go another day without him knowing how I feel. The sobs rack through my body as Soren kneels next to me with emotionless eyes.
Instantly, I latch onto him, crying into his chest as I pour out every last emotion that consumes me. "Miss," the guard mutters. How long has it been? How long have I been sitting here? Is he dead…? No, Damon, you can't… you have to live.
"You can visit him," he replies, for once his eyes lift to me. My legs act on their own instinct as I practically leap to my feet to face him. "Surgery took about two hours, and he's somewhat stable, so you can see him. The doctor confirmed."
I look back at Damien and Soren, who nod as I rush up the staircase to the door he's behind. My legs crumble when I see him lying on the bed, motionless, with a bunch of hospital-type tubes sticking out of him. Another sob wracks through my body as I slump down in the chair beside the bed.
Resting my head against his arm, I sob again. He's okay… He's going to be okay. My heart does another crack as I watch his motionless body. Pulling the chair closer, I lay my head away from his shot wound and close my eyes.
Just being near him makes me want to be a better person. I'm shattered and utterly broken, but he managed to squeeze his big ass ego into my life and capture my heart. Ever since he saved me when I almost died, he has had a piece of me.
Damon Saint was the death of me. I cling to his body, more tears staining my cheeks. I promised myself I wouldn't get attached. I said I wouldn't fall for anyone and bring them down with me, but look what happened.
Damon got shot because he was saving me. I don't even remember the last thought in my head, as I must have fallen asleep next to him.
Someone strokes my hair as my eyes flutter to stay closed. I'm exhausted. Drained. I don't want to feel. "Hanna," a voice whispers into my hair.
I know that voice.
My eyes shoot open, and I peer up at him. His dark eyes are swollen and he has a cut lip, but he watches me with soft eyes and a smile pulled at the corner of his lips. A sob escapes me as I bury my face in his chest.
They didn't take him from me. I lose my breath as I cry again at the one thought I have. He's not going anywhere.
"It's okay, Hanna," he whispers, stroking my hair again.
It's not though. He almost died. How could it be okay if I lost him. "If I lost you… If you died saving me…" I sob. Damon smiles, resting his hand on my cheek as his thumb rubs soft circles.
This has to be a dream. "You're my addiction. I'd gladly give my life for you. Hanna… you don't get it, do you?" He stops mid-sentence and watches me.
"I'm sorry," I blurt out.
"Me, too. I'm sorry about how I treated you. You didn’t deserve it, and I should have apologised when it happened, but I'm an asshole and I didn't," Damon says as he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear.
He cups my cheek as he brings his lips down to mine. "I also can't say those three words to you. Not until you know everything about me and my life," he whispers against my lips before he deepens the kiss and all passion be damned.
Those words bring my heart back to life as I drag my fingers through his hair. The words I've been waiting to hear since he rescued me from death at my grandparents' house. The words I've been waiting to hear since he pushed me away.
"Have we all kissed and made up?" Damien's voice rings through the room. Pulling away, my eyes lock with his as he smiles at me.
Damon returns his brother's smile as I rest my head back onto the bed beside him. Soren's blonde hair comes into view, but he stays back. "I'm telling Han everything. Today. Our mother's wishes be damned," Damon mutters.
Damien raises a brow but says nothing. "The doctors said hockey is off the table until your gunshot wound heals, and so is everything else," Damien says, taking a seat in the chair on the opposite side of me. Damon nods as his fingers slide through my brown hair.
I still can't wrap my head around it. I smile and wrap his good arm around me, closing my eyes again as tears fill my eyes. He's okay. He survived.
He made me feel things I didn't know I could. He made emotions fall from my heart I didn't think were possible. Not a chance in hell I'm ever taking this for granted.
"Can we be alone? I mean yeah, I'm fine. Thank you for checking on me, but I have to ask Hanna something," Damon speaks up.
Damien chuckles before he drags Soren from the room, leaving us alone. His hands find my chin and pulls my face to meet him. "Lock the door," he instructs.
My eyes widen. Ignoring my thoughts, I get up and head to the hospital door. "No, Cinderella. I just had surgery, I'm not fucking you." He laughs.
My face turns beet red as I quickly lock the door and scurry my way back to my chair, sitting beside him.
He smiles and pulls me to him. "I can help you. I won't make you feel uncomfortable or weird, that is, when we do have sex for the first time," he says, pressing his lips to my hand. "But before we take this conversation about sex further, we need to talk."
I nod, my lips thinning as I bite the bottom one. "I searched you up," I blurt out, my eyes widening at my truthfulness.
Damon eyes me with a shake of his head, then chuckles. "I'm sure the news has nothing on what I will be telling you," he replies. I nod as I get myself completely comfortable on the side of the bed. "I was eleven when I killed a man for the first time. My mother demanded we become men early."
I sit there patiently, trying to keep my emotions in check while he explains himself. "My father died when I was ten, and then my mother became capo and ran the household like a business. To her, we weren't children, we were soldiers." His voice is harsh when he speaks of her.
"I was born and raised in the mafia crime world. I belong to the famiglia, and I bleed and kill for them whenever it's deemed necessary. My friend Sam is a part of a mafia family as well, just not mine. He belongs to the Costa Nostra in Orlando, Florida, and Sam's father, Tobias Delgado, is the capo. Scarlet is a mafia princess from New York City, the outfit. It's a totally different mafia family from mine and Sam's, but she's a rival enemy, hence the hatred," he finishes.
I blink as the shock takes over. That wasn't… I figured maybe a gang or something along those lines, but the mafia? It never really came to mind. Holy shit.
Damon grips my face between his hands and keeps his eyes on mine. "My mother would have you killed for this knowledge. I killed Emily for the knowledge you know, because I had to. But this time around is different. I'd die before anything ever touched you," he growls.
A tear falls from my eye. "You want to know why I would die for you? Because nobody can have you, Cinderella. You are mine. Every part of you belongs to me. Your heart. Your soul. Your body. You. Are. Mine. And I'm sorry, but I can't say those words to you. Not yet, and maybe never."
The tears don't stop falling as I fall into him. "Damon," I croak through my sobs. This information is way too much all at once. And then to add the fact that he would die for me? It's a lot.
Pulling down the hospital blanket, I set it on the chair beside me as I eyed him cautiously. "What about your wound?" I whisper.
"I've had worse things happen." He grins at me, the open heart emotion forgotten. "But again, I'm not fucking you," he replies, pulling me into the bed with him and gently curling my body into his.
I smile softly and eye the hospital gown. "Can I…" I whisper, eying where I know his wound is. Damon nods, watching me as I stare at his now stitched up wound. There are purple bruises all over the area and it looks so gross, but it'll heal. He will heal. He has to.
We are about to do this? Cuddle? In a mafia medical room. With his soldiers only metres away when they could have orders to kill me at any second. My lips tremble as I curl into him and close my eyes.
TWENTY
It's been five days since I had surgery, and ten days of me being stuck in this fucking room healing. Thankfully, I'm being released tomorrow to go home, and Hanna has spent the entire ten days here with me.
I think she feels pity for causing this—though she shouldn't, because my mother had her guard executed for what he did. And he would have been worse if I had my hands on him. Fucker touched what's mine.
I stare at Hanna's sleeping form on the chair across from my bed. And my heart speeds up at the sight. The girl crashed into my life, and I didn’t know what to expect.
She grew up thinking her last name was Monroe, but that's her middle name. She was born and raised in New York with her brother. Though clearly the Australian came from somewhere, so maybe her mom? My jaw clenches. Scarlet should have known who Hanna is.
Because Scarlet's father is Hanna's father's second-in-command. Hanna is the runaway outfit princess, as the news called her. She ran away from NYC in her last year of high school.
I'm sure the family knew where she was, but they made a big deal about her running away, even though she's been here in Princeton the entire time. She's not Hanna Monroe. She's the mafia princess of the outfit. My little Cinderella is Hanna Sovrano.
Her eyes flutter as they connect with mine, and she stands, making her way to me. All I can think about is that she thought I was gonna fuck her ten days ago. And I want to. God, I want to know what she feels like.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she stutters, her eyes going back to where my dick is twitching under the covers.
My lips tip in a hidden smile as I beckon her to me. "Come here, Cinderella," I purr.
I watch her, my eyes filled with lust. I can tell her mind is screaming at her as she climbs on the bed, pulling the blankets with her. Clearly not on purpose, and my dick jumps with excitement at her horrified expression.
"That… that monstrous thing was hiding there the entire time!" she squeals.
Grabbing my sides, I start laughing, I can't help it. This girl makes me gone. "Monstrous thing?" I cackle at her.
"Are you kidding?! That's not going to fit inside me." She frowns.
I smirk at her, pulling her chin between my fingers. "We'll make it fit." Hanna stares at me wide eyed. Starting with her shirt, she pulls it over her head before unclipping her bra and letting it settle on the floor with her shirt. Fuck me. I stare at her tits, my mouth going dry.
"Fuck, your tits are fucking perfect," I say, licking my lips. Hanna's face turns red as she unbuttons her jeans and slides them off her legs.
Looping two fingers in her panties and slipping them down her legs, she leaves her discarded clothing on the floor. "Put your legs here, and here," I say, patting each side of my thighs.
Hanna climbs into the bed and does as she's told, hovering over my dick as her legs shake. A smirk makes its way to my lips as I watch her. "Condom?" she whispers.
"Oh, I know." I grin. Digging in my wallet, I pull out a packet and tear it open with my teeth before sliding it down my shaft.
"I need help," she grumbles, eying my condom-covered cock. Her innocence is an even bigger turn on than I thought it would be. I nod and grip her hips, sliding one finger against her folds and clit. I'm satisfied with the fact that she's already soaked for me.
Gripping her, I lift her onto my dick as her eyes roll back in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. Fuck. If I'm not careful, I'm going to come right now.
Gently, I raise my hips to meet hers, slowly moving in and out of her in a synced rhythm. "Oh, shit…" she grits into her hand, the sight of discomfort still clinging to her features. Oh fuck. She's amazing.
"You feel so good. Fuck," I groan. Her hips start to move on their own accord as she circles them and slides up and down my cock. Closing my eyes, I dig my fingers into her hips, raising my own to meet hers.
My breathing increases with each passing thrust.
"More… more," she moans. I gave her exactly what she wants, shoving her off my dick. Pulling myself to my knees, I coax her on her back before sliding my length back into her to the tilt.
Hanna gave me the noises I wanted to hear. Moaning and groaning in response as the entire bed shakes beneath us. "Damon… Damon," she moans louder.
Clamping my hand over her mouth, I pound into her, ignoring the slight pain in my shoulder as I move. Fuck. She's so tight. So wet. So amazing. Groaning, I slide all the way out before entering her again.
My hips slam in and out of her. Spreading her leg that is still laying on the bed, I pound into her, watching her facial expressions as she moans. "Fuck, baby," I moan. I pull her other leg over my shoulder and pound into her hard, faster. I'm gone for her. I'm absolutely gone.
"Oh, Damon," she moans.
"Stop talking and let me hear those sexy moans," I grind out in a groan. Working my hips faster, I pound myself in and out.
Pulling out quickly, I lift her in my arms and hold her against my chest. Once again slamming myself back inside of her. Shit. "Damon," she moans out.
Pumping in and out, I slip her hardened nub into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around her nipples as I slam myself in and out. I know the bed is shaking, but I could give less of a fuck right now.
This is all that matters. Her. "Fuck… Oh—" she moans loudly. Wrapping my lips around her nipple, I suck softly while slipping a finger between her legs and rubbing her clit. "Oh god… I'm gonna—"
Pulling my finger away, I cover her mouth and work my hips faster. "Come for me, Cinderella," I whisper into her ear.
Hanna does exactly as instructed, coming undone all over my cock. I'm not far after her as I thrust fast, coming into the condom. Her legs shake as she tries to catch her breath. Stumbling over to the bed, I lay back and pull her to me with the blanket over us.
"Wow…" I smirk in response, pressing my lips against her forehead. That's the best sex I've ever had. God damn. "I…" Hanna whispers sleepily. But she doesn't finish her sentence. This woman is definitely my weakness, but I'm finally okay with that. Though I can't say those words to her because I'm not wired that way.
Smiling, I make sure to wrap exposed parts in the blanket. Then I text Damien to let the doctor know he can come in if he needs to tell me something about my gunshot wound.
Taking out my journal on my phone, I begin to type. I can't ever forget how I felt during this. It must be written down so my brain can remember it even when I'm old and fragile.
The sex continued throughout the last day I spent in that god-forsaken room. We didn’t care, and I sure as fuck wouldn't apologize. My men would smile at us all day as if the sun cast us with light, even knowing what sins we had created in that room.
Especially with a gunshot wound, I definitely shouldn't have been having sex while it was healing. Did that stop me? No. Five days seemed enough for me.
I will never take shit for granted again. Hanna is mine. Nothing is changing that. Nobody can change it. She is mine. End of story. Fuck everyone else. And my mother can crawl into her early grave if she thinks she'll ever touch or threaten what belongs to me again.
TWENTY-ONE
I've never felt this unbelievably happy. I've never felt the pleasure I do when I'm with Damon. He's my entire world, even if I'm not his. "Morning, Cinderella." He grins, pulling me into his arms.
He got released from that creepy mansion six days ago, and I don't recall spending a moment apart. The amount of sex we've had is something mad.
I smile, pressing my lips to his. "What's on our agenda for today?" he asks. I feel like we're an item, but then again, it's Damon, so maybe we're not. Though he did tell me I'm his.
I grin, poking his nose with a giggle. "You have a hockey game, in which I will be in the stands screaming my lungs out. Even though you won’t be playing." That might be the most cringy comment I have ever uttered. I mentally slap myself for it.
Damon grins, peppering kisses all over my face. "And then after? I can lock you in my room and explore this sexy body, right?"
I raise a dumbfound eyebrow in his direction before I speak. "Are we going to discuss the fact that we haven't even decided what we are?" I purse my lips.
If anything, I just need the words to come from his mouth. What are we? My bare tits fall out of the blankets. I'm the happiest girl in the world, and I know someone is about to shatter my thunder. Though happiness is an understatement, I'll be happier knowing what we are.
Sam comes blazing into the bedroom and stops, his eyes focusing on my tits as his tongue falls out of his mouth. "Nice tits, Hanna," he drawls. A squeak comes from my lips as I cover myself with the blankets, then glare.
"Eyes up here, asshole!" Damon barks. Possessive is just a word, but I can see it in his eyes as he glares at his friend. As I watch Sam, I remember what I was told. The blonde comes from Orlando, Florida, and the world he's got his life stamped on, The Costa Nostra, with his father, Tobias Delgado, as the capo.
Sam shoots him a sly smile before he speaks again. "The hockey game is at three. Get out of bed; we have to leave in about an hour to make it to the game."
Damon nods before he smirks. "Unless you want to see my monster cock, I'd leave." Sam rolls his eyes but exits, shutting the door behind him. Rolling my eyes, I climb out of bed, throwing one of Damon's T-shirts over my exposed tits. "Hey, I wanted to play with them." Damon pouts, and I giggle.
I want to know what we are before I get back into bed with him, but that's not what comes out of my mouth. "Maybe if you behave, I'll let you after the game."
He grins in response, jumping out of bed and pulling his sweatpants up his legs while his eyes travel the bare length of my legs. "I wouldn't mind having those wrapped around my head for two minutes, Cinderella…"
