"Everything alright?" Kai says from the side.
I ignore him and glare at Damien.
"A babysitter? Seriously?" my voice is louder than I expected, people around us stop and watch.
Damien looks around before focusing back on me, "Donatella, lets go somewhere else, okay?"
"No."
"Все идут," Damien speaks to everyone but me. [Everybody go]
People scurry away, seperating down different halls.
"Why do you feel like you need someone to stay here and watch me, huh?" he doesn't reply.
"Come on, tell me. You obviously had a reason," I add.
He just stares at me.
"Do you not trust me? Is that what it is?" I question.
"I do," he tells me.
I release a breath I'd been holding. A sudden wave of relief washes over me.
"Then why did you make Alek stay here to 'watch' me?" I press further.
"I.." he takes a moment finding the truth?
"I wanted to make sure nothing would happen again like last night," he says honestly.
Oh.
"I can defend myself," I tell him.
"If I didn't go in there last night, you'd be dead," he takes a step closer to me.
My eyes land on the floor, I stare at the tile.
"I can't let that happen," his voice is softer.
My eyes make their way back up to his grey ones.
"Why?"
I doesn't say anything as a few seconds pass by. He searches my face for something.
His hand goes to the back of my neck and he presses his lips to mine. My hand goes to his chest, grabbing his shirt in a fist to pull him closer. His other hand goes to my waist.
My body feels like it has warmed a hundred degrees. His lips move with mine and when he pulls away he bites on my bottom lip.
"That's why," he says partially out of breath, "I can't stay away from you, Donatella."
Next thing I know I'm kissing on his neck as he carries me through the halls to his room. He opens the door, kicking it shut.
Damien lowers me onto the black comforter of his bed. His mouth goes to my neck, his teeth leaving marks no doubt.
My hands mess with the bottom of his black t-shirt. I pull it up and he takes my hands, helping me take it off him.
I lean up and take off my shirt, leaving my top half bare.
"Fuck," Damien whispers to himself.
His mouth lowers to my breast, his tongue tasting my skin. I arch my back when he bites on my nipple. My hands dart to his black hair, tangling in dark waves.
He groans against my skin, his tongue trailing from my breast down my stomach. I grab his jaw and bring his mouth back to mine. His tongue slides into my mouth. One of his hands go to m breast, his thumb playing with the nipple.
A moan climbs up my throat, drowning in his mouth.
My hand reaches down between us, slipping beneath my shorts. My fingers circle my clit but Damien grab my wrist, holding it above my head.
"Please," I whine.
He doesn't say anything as he takes the waist band of my shorts and pulls them down my legs along with my underwear.
His face burries between my leg, his lips wrapping around my pussy. He sucks hard, my hips jerk up and moans leave my lips. His eyes don't leave mine.
His tongue works my clit and his slides two fingers into my pussy. My hands grab his shoulders, my nails dig into the skin, marking him.
He pulls his fingers out and seperates my labia. His tongue dives into my hot pussy. He groans against me and that alone nearly sets me off.
My core tightens, my chest heaves. Damien lifts his head, his tongue draws out, licking over his wet lips.
He grabs my hips and flips me over, "Get on your hands and knees."
I do as he says, looking over my shoulder back to him. He undoes his pants and takes them off with his boxers. He takes his erection in his fist and pumps it, his lips parting, his head leaning back. Fuck.
His hand grabs my hair, wrapping my dark hair around his hand. He slams inside of me with no warning. I scream and he yanks my hair.
"Oh god," I moan.
His hand grips onto my hip as he thrusts in and out of me at a bruising pressure.
"So fucking good," he curses from behind me.
He plunges so deep inside of me that I feel like I could spilt into two. My hands fist the sheets tightly. My body begs for release.
I gasp when he pulls out and flips me over again onto my back. He doesn't waste a second thrusting back inside me. His hand goes under my knee, lifting it up, driving deeper inside me.
"бля идеально," he praises. [Fucking perfect]
I bite onto his shoulder to quiet the scream tearing from my throat. My orgasm takes over and I release with him still slamming inside me.
He pushes my legs onto his shoulders making me tighten around him. He groans, moving at a faster pace. Head rolls back against the mattress, my mouth open. Damien brings two fingers to my mouth, pressing on the back of my tongue until I gag.
Damien teeth scrape against my neck and he bites down. He releases inside of me, a moan coming from him. He pulls out, rolls over next to me. He lifts me from beside him ontop of him, our sweat mixing together.
I lay on him as his hands kneed at my hips, releaving the pain. He continues to massage my body where it is sore with me laying on him.
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It was around four when we finally got up from Damien's bed. I'd slept some of the hours I'd missed the night before.
Damien puts on a pair of jeans and a tee. He offers me a spare shirt that I gadly take. I slip on my shorts.
I freshen up in the bathroom and we leave his room. Alek so happens to be in the hall and stares at us as we walk out of Damien's room together.
Alek meets us as we walk down the hall, "You..." he points at Damien, "Her."
He gapes at us.
"No," Damien and I say in unison.
"Then why are you both walking out of there together?" Alek questions.
"She had a question."
"Drugs."
Damien and I say at the same time.
I look over to him, "I had a question about drugs."
"Uuhuh," Alek says unconvenced.
I step away, "Anyways... I need to go find Matteo."
I hurry away from the both of them and go down to Matteo's door.
I open the door and Matteo lays on his side asleep. I shake my head walking over to him. I grab his arm and yank him off the bed.
"Wake up!" I yell.
When he doesn't budge I slap his face. His eyes squint open and he rubs his cheek. Matteo looks up at me from the floor.
"How are you still asleep, it's four?" I ask genuinely wanting to know how.
"I don't know," he says.
He looks around and realizes he's on the floor, "You need to stop doing this to wake me up."
"It doesn't even work," I shrug my shoulder. "Now get up, we are going out today."
"I didn't agree to that," he wipes his eye with his finger.
"But you're still coming?" I ask.
He nods his head, "Yep."