Eric's POV

My eyes stayed glued to the door; it's been two hours. Two fucking hours with a lot of pleading before Mike agreed to meet me here, and still he has not even shown up; neither has he given me a call or a text to let me know that he was not coming. He just left me hanging.

I fetched my phone and typed another text: "Babe, please just give me a chance to explain everything to you. Don't give up on us." It showed two ticks; he had read it, and yet no answer, not even typing.

Thankfully, the club was holding a masked party, so it had my face covered. No one would know that the prince of Elorida was sitting here with a crestfallen face as the love of his life snubbed him.

With every minute that passed, my hope for him showing up reduced drastically.

"One more glass," I said, tossing my glass to the bartender. He looked at me with soft eyes and shook his head. He has seen me ordering countless glasses while waiting for Mike.

Worse still, the alcohol was beginning to have an effect on me. He gave me a sad smile before walking to attend to others. I took the glass in a gulp, the burn settling down in my chest.

"Is this seat taken?" a deep baritone voice asked. I raised my eyes from my half-filled glass and looked at the man who just spoke.

My breath hitched the second our eyes met. His intense blue eyes stared at me, sending shivers down my spine. He should probably be in his late thirties. I sucked in a deep breath trying to gain control of myself.

My eyes subconsciously swept round his whole body. From his long, dark, curly hair that stopped at his neck to his dark, bushy eyebrows, blue yes, chiselled jaw. My eyes moved to his neck, and I swallowed hard.

He had one of my greatest weak points. Adam's apple. He was putting on black trousers paired with a white long-sleeved shirt. His sleeves rolled to his arms, revealing his vein filled arms and hairy skin.

"When you are done drooling. You should answer my question. Is this seat taken?" he asked again. I swallowed hard, my speech coming back to me.

Would Mike come or not? What if he does not come? He could be out there spending the night with someone else. I swallowed hard.

Can't let this one pass me by. Not like I was going to fuck him or anything, but to just enjoy the beautiful sight. I shook my head, feeling my cheek becoming red. "No, you can take it," I said.

He gave me a curt nod as a smirk graced his face. He turned to the bartender and asked for a drink.

The bartender smiled when he saw us. Immediately assumed that he was the one I was waiting for. "He almost had a panic attack thinking you won't come," he whispered as he set the drink on the table.

The stranger's eyes looked at me with a raised eyebrow as he sipped his wine slowly. "So this seat is for someone?" he asked.

I shrugged, "I don't think he would come. I have been waiting for two hours now," I said.

He shook his head. " I see. So what if he walked in as we were talking? What would you do?" He asked, his deep baritone voice sending chills around my whole body. His look was too intense; he was too goddamn attractive.

I could feel every bit of my patience slipping off me. Every integrity I had to not cheat was flying out the window. " I don't know. Depend on how well we had gotten close to at that time," I said.

He smiled, his eyes glittering with nothing but lust and desire. "You are beautiful," he said casually, his eyes not leaving mine as he drank his wine.

. A pink hue covered my cheek. I cleaned my sweaty palms on my jean trousers. "Thank you," I said in a hushed voice.

He nodded with a smile, "And you are blushing. I like it. I like it when my guys blush." Gosh! What the hell has gotten over me?

I have a boyfriend who I am trying to make up with, and here I am, blushing over someone's compliment.

Mike would be so angry at me if he found out. I better leave before I regret my actions. "Erm, I have to go," I said and reached out for my phone, which was lying on the table.

He held my hands. Stopping me on track. My skin burned with his contact. Looked like I was under fire. I could feel my erection gradually growing.

"Stay," he said, his voice laced with a plead. His hands left me, and just when I thought the torture was over, his fingers placed on my skin again, trailing down to my hands gently, sending more shivers down my dick.

Thank fuck. I was putting on tight trousers; I bet my dick was fully out already.

"Damien, you came," a woman said as she walked towards him. He smiled, his eyes still on me. "Get down on your knees," he told the woman.

she immediately went on her knees as he smiled at her. He mouthed to me, "Watch."

The woman slowly unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his abs. I swallowed hard. The urge to be the woman and not her came running down my spine. He took the half-filled glass and brought the glass to his lips and slowly poured the drink down his skin.

I watched with hungry eyes as the drink travelled down his throat to his six-packed chest. What the hell. She immediately placed her tongue on his throat, licking the drink down, one of her hands between his nipples.

The urge to be the woman doing this overshadowed me. I wanted to be anything but the watcher. Wanted to be the drink or the woman. Let my tongue be on his skin. Tasting the alcohol, his wear and the sin.

Pain settled on my groin; I could feel my painful erection. This was pure seduction. "Get out," he ordered. She stopped and walked away.

He stood up, exposing his chest, and walked around to my side. "You could be the one doing that. Taking my cock," he whispered as his hot breath burnt my skin.

" I have a boyfriend," I whispered.

His hands moved to my chest, stopping at my nipple. "I don't care," he said as he pinched my nipple.

"I don't want you," I lied with ease.

He chuckled, his deep chuckle vibrating against my skin. "Your dick says otherwise," he said as his hands trailed down to my erection.

His hands traced it, making my erection harden till it cost me pain.

"Fuck me," I moaned subconsciously. As his hands grabbed my dick. He turned my face around and slammed his lips into it. He tasted just like I expected. Like sin, lust, desire and anger, and the worst thing was that I had willingly given myself up to be used as he willed.

Our lips connected with each other as we kissed, desire matching desire. I closed my eyes, pouring everything I had into it. All my emotions, including my pain, heartbreak, and grief. Everything in it.

"Let's get out of here," he whispered as he pulled away. I followed him blindly, not caring where the hell he was going to take me to.

Eric's POV

His house wasn't far from the club, a street away. Sexual tension filled the air as he drove towards his house, his hands still on my dick. My eyes roamed around his body, his abs, his smirk as he glanced at me. His car smelt just like him, danger mixed with sin.

From what I have gathered from the stranger, his name is Damien. That was the only thing I knew. Immediately he drove to his penthouse; he parked his car and stepped out, turning around to open my door.

His rough, masculine hands cupped my cheeks; his eyes met mine, burning with desire and something I can't place my hands on.

The light glowed on his face, revealing his clear olive skin and blue eyes. My eyes landed on his lips. I sucked in a deep breath. A rush of desire filled me as I stared at his full lips.

A smile graced his lips. " I was right. You are actually beautiful." My heart skipped a bit as I stared at him.

A red hue covered my cheeks. Maybe because I wasn't used to compliments. Mike never complimented me. He only showered me with praises when I sent him money and took him on secret vacations.

He denied having a girlfriend in public and would go as far as kissing a girl, and when I asked, he told me it was to cover up. Besides, from time to time, he would love to have varieties to himself. And here was a handsome stranger calling me beautiful.

I opened my mouth to say a word, but he crashed his lips into mine almost immediately, his breath rushing into my mouth as our tongues rolled against each other, screaming out our desire, lust for lust, sin for sin, and danger for danger.

His lips consumed me wholly, making me forget the world I lived in, swallowing the pain with every kiss he placed on my neck. I let out a moan when his lips came in contact with my neck.

He pulled back and stared at me for a while. "Fuck! What the hell are you doing to me?" he asked in a soft voice.

I shrugged and kissed him; I liked it if I was being sincere. The guilt has died at the bar. Mike did not come. He gave up on me.

He wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his erection rub against mine as he carried me to his bedroom, planting soft kisses on the way. Immediately we went there, and he gently laid me on the bed and started unbuttoning my shirt, taking a few breaks to kiss the hell out of me before continuing.

He helped me unbuckle my trousers, pulling them down, leaving me with only my pants and a huge erection. His eyes stared at my whole body, drinking me in with desire.

His eyes landed on my dick, the tension thickened, and desire danced round the air. "Fuck me," he muttered before taking my lips once more, placing kisses on them; his lips found my nipples.

He sucked on them for a while, desire flooding me as a suppressed groan escaped me.

Then, without any warning, my phone's ringing tone filled the air. My heart dropped immediately, knowing fully well that it could be Mike; I stared at his eyes, his cold eyes filled with panic.

He shook his head, whispering "no" to me. I reached for my phone and looked at the caller, "Mike", displayed coldly.

Before I could pick up the call, he dragged the phone from me and threw it.

I glared at him. " I have to go," I whispered as he planted soft kisses on my neck. "Mike is waiting for me," I said.

"No, you won't," he groaned back as he pulled my pants down.

My next word died when his lips came in contact with my tip, licking my pre-cum off me. Guilt died down as desire rushed through my body, breaking every resolution I once had.

"Fuck," I cursed as a groan escaped me. I found myself grabbing his hair, burning my dick inside his warm mouth. He kept on taking in every inch of me, fastening his pace as my dick hardened more. I could feel myself getting close.

I closed my eyes and fell back as the rush of desire flowed towards my dick. He wrapped his arms around my neck, strangling me not too much; his pace fastened the more I was close, too close.

"I'm about to cum," I whispered. He nodded, and in a split second, my seed rushed out, filling his mouth, and to my surprise, he took it and swallowed every drop.

Mike never ever did that; the thought of swallowing someone's cum irritated him, but he begged me to swallow it, and I did because I wanted to satisfy him. I did not want him to leave me. I was so scared of being alone. Without a warning, he turned me to the other side and buried his side dick inside me. "Do well to remember who owns you the next time," he growled.

I closed my eyes as a delicious needle of pain spread through my skin. Settling into me. I could feel his long length as he thrust into me, slowly at first. "Fuck", I groaned, several emotions rushing through me; my heart beat faster as I took in his whole length.

He wrapped his hand around my neck, bending my face to his as he kissed my lips passionately, making the pain so light, replacing the pain with ecstasy. Being with him made me feel light and complete.

forgetting my sorrows in a moment. Made me remember what it felt like to be young without any life scars. "Next time you try leaving me for Mike. Remember that he can never make you feel like that. Do I make myself clear?" he asked, thrusting deeper.

"Yes....Fuck!" I screamed as he hit my G-spot, his pace increasing faster, thrusting deeper than ever, his groans filling the pain mixed with my muffled groans of pleasure. A loud groan escaped his lips as he collapsed on me, his liquid filling me in.

He rolled on to the other side of the bed, gasping lightly before wrapping his arms around mine. I turned around to take in his face , his handsome face.

Then I noticed he still had his clothes on. Cold licked my skin, making me feel strange. There is no way the person who had just given me the best fuck of my life was still in clothes.

I hated this feeling; with what I had felt with him, seeing him in clothes felt like there was a layer separating us.

My hands moved to his belt; he grabbed my hands immediately, stopping me. "Don't," he ordered in a raspy voice. "Why?' I asked in a silent whisper, my hands itching me to go against his will and do it on my own accord.

"I don't want you to," he said and sat up, drawing me closer, wrapping my naked body around his. "

"So you would allow me to touch you next time?" I asked.

He smiled, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he stared at me. "Depends on how well you please me" he said.

A pink hue covered my cheeks. I wanted to say yes, that I would love to come once more, but deep down I knew it was just a one-night stand and that would be all. I am going to go back to my old life where I am the prince. This can't work; besides, I have a chance of still making it up with Mike. I can't leave him for a stranger.

I swallowed hard and pulled away, the realization of my reality hitting me. I just had a one-night stand with a stranger, someone I did not know. What if he decides to report me to someone or he sees me on any board or television and realizes that he had sex with me?

I need to leave now and maybe send people to bribe him. In as much as I wanted to stay with him, I knew this was too risky.

My eyes searched for my clothes that were on the floor. I rushed towards them, picking them up. "Can I get your address?" he asked.

I paused midway, my heart sank "why?"

He rolled off to the other side and lit up a cigarette again, took in a deep inhale with his eyes still on my bare body.

"So I can pick you next time. I would have asked you to stay for one more round but since you are living. your address would be fine with me"

I heaved a sigh. "I can't, and we will not be meeting again."

"What do you want? Is it money? I can give you..." he whispered, his voice filled with a plea.

Anger crawled within me; my eyes widen at the realization that he brought me here thinking I am some prostitute he picked up at the club. He sees me as some gay prostitute that he can own and buy off.

I pushed his hands away from my body almost immediately, twirling around to face him. "No, and just so you know, I am not some street boy you can fuck with whenever you want. I am not a prostitute, and you can keep your goddamn money because I assure you, Damien, I am above your little pay grade." I snapped, walking out on him.

He stood behind, watching me pick my remaining properties, excitement in his eyes. "What's your name? He asked.

I stood by the door, taking in his beautiful face that I would likely never see again, the stranger who, although I liked, I had to forfeit for my throne. Should I give him my name? Or maybe it was just an unwise decision. "Eric", I answered crisply before walking away.

The drive towards the house was an ablation once, filled with unshaded tears, my heart heavy with sadness like I was losing something so precious to me. Luckily my mum was not around to ask me questions.

* * * * * *

The next morning came in a rush; my mum barged into my room to wake me up even before seven. "Get dressed; we are going to visit Katherine's family. Her uncle, who is a mafia don, flew into the country just to see you. So you better be of best behaviour. " She said it with so much excitement that it immediately made me hate the man.

"Mafia? Since when did royalties start mixing with mafia business? I asked.

Since now. Get dressed and learn not to ask any questions. I rolled my eye and heaved a sigh as I got into the bathroom and got dressed. I wore a three-piece suit and trousers, making sure I looked like a prince. My mum and I got into the same car without saying a word till we got to the house.

Katherine's family house was at the outskirts of our town. An old tall building built with expensive intricate Italian designs.

Katherine immediately walked up to the side of my car and stood by the side, watching with eagerness as the guards opened the door for me. "welcome to my home, Prince Eric," she said, giving me a sweet, innocent smile, her blue eyes filled with excitement and expectations.

She was really a beautiful, sweet girl and would have made a beautiful wife. I can see it in her eyes, how pure she is, but unfortunately I can't give her what she wants.

I plastered a smile. "Thank you, Katherine. You look beautiful."

A pink hue covered her cheeks. "Thank you. Please come in," she said, ushering me inside. My mum walked up to her and gave her a brief hug as they exchanged pleasantries. I rolled my eyes almost immediately; nothing irritated me like my mum's fake emotions.

Her mum came to meet us halfway, bowing slightly at me. Immediately we stepped into the house, a familiar smell wrapped around my nostrils. Why did the scent smell so much like damn? But it can't be him. Maybe I might have been mistaken; I can't master my one-night stand's scent in a night.

My eyes scanned the whole room and then fell on the man exchanging pleasantness with my mum, his eyes on mine with a wide smirk. Colour drained from my face, adrenaline rushing through me.

My mouth opened slightly as he walked towards me with my mum by his side. She stood beside me, wrapping her arms around me. "This is my son Damien. The future king of Elorida," she announced.

What the hell! I muttered. My eyes moving from my mum to him.

The way he looked at me, the way his eyes wrinkled at the side, and his rough baritone voice made it evident that he knew who I was. He knew he was the boy he fucked yesterday, and he clearly had no remorse whatsoever.

But as for me, it was worse; my secret was out in the open. I had fucked my fiancé's uncle

Damien POV

I fucked a guy. Like, I had gay sex with the most beautiful man I had ever seen on this planet. I can't lie, this was all a little strange to me. I mean, all my life I have been with women; I never had the urge to try it out with the same sex.

But seeing him yesterday, sitting quietly in a corner with an open chair beside him, his hands circling around the glass as he stared at the door with so much pain, like he was waiting for someone who he knew deep down would never come. I had the sudden urge to soothe his wounds and make him feel better.

That was why I approached his table. Something magnetic drew me to him. At first I deceived myself that it was all about caring for a stranger, but deep down I knew it was a lot more.

Because, by nature, I don't care. I usually don't give one or two fucks about who is sad or happy; in fact, most of the time I enjoy the sight of people crying or screaming in pain.

Sometimes I would stand at the front of a building I had rigged to burn and listen, not watch, but listen to the screams that came from the burning fire.

I loved seeing people struggle with pain. It's why I am the don of the Sicilian Mafia.

But with Eric, it was different. My stone-cold heart wanted to, for once, soothe his pain. That was why I went there.

But when I saw him, his beautiful blue eyes, tear-staind eyelashes and those perfect lips staring at me, I lost every single thread of patience I had in me.

My mind kept running with different emotions and images. Pictures of him wrapping his lips around my dick, me fucking the living hell, out of him and replacing that sad expression with ecstasy.

And that was what was meant to be the deal. I thought maybe it would just be a harmless one-night stand, but after fucking him, hearing his groans, and the way he took me in like he was made for me, I was left with a raw, insatiable desire to own him, to claim him.

And I was already finding a way to do that.

When he walked through my door with his mum's arms wrapped around his, my sister Theresa introduced him to me as Katherine's fiancé and the current prince of Elorida.

Bloody hell!

My eyes moved to his mum, who smiled at me with mutual understanding. What she did not know was that I had crossed every line of our agreement.

The plan was simple. I protect her son and find her enemy, an,d in return she makes my niece the next queen.

That was the plan. Not to fuck her son, not to kiss him and, most importantly, not to daydream about fucking him every single damn minute.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

I sucked in a deep breath and heaved a sigh as I walked towards them with a smile. My eyes met his for a while; his eyes were wide, filled with absolute terror, like he had seen a ghost or something.

"This is Damien Moretti. His name is, Eric Dane Danbury. Your son-in-law and the future king of Elorida," his mum said, introducing us.

My eyes remained on his as his mum's words floated around us. When his mum noticed his behaviour, she nudged him. He stretched his shaky hands to mine. "Good day, sir. It's... it's an honour to meet you. Thank you for accepting our marriage proposal."

I nodded with a smile as I shook his hand, my thumb caressing his skin. He withdrew immediately, like my hands had burnt him.

"It's okay. You will soon be part of the family. Call me Damien," I said with a smile and stood aside for them to pass to the table already arranged for them.

Normally I would have sat at one end of the table; in fact, my chair was already there, bigger with a gold design, clearly indicating who was meant to sit there.

Instead, I watched him as he took a seat and immediately grabbed the next seat beside him, with his mum at the other end. It was just me and him on this side.

A smirk graced my lips as I sat beside him. "Damien, why did you decide to sit beside him? Please don't tell me you are about to threaten our guest. He is Katherine's fiancé and the future king of Elorida. Remember our agreement," she said, glaring at me.

I nodded. "Don't bother, little sister. I have every intention of making our guest feel as comfortable as he should be, right?" I asked, turning to Eric.

He nodded his head slowly, his veins throbbing through his temples; his body had turned really red, and I could feel his legs shaking beside me. "Yes. I...I am very comfortable," he said.

The maid came in and immediately began to dish our food onto our plates as we exchanged small talk. Eric remained quiet, shaking by my side.

I gently put my hands on his lap, our eyes meeting each other for a while, our souls staring at each other.

Then with fierce anger, he drew my hands from his lap and turned to me, whispering so only the two of us could hear, "Don't you dare touch me. You bloody monster," he said, glaring at me.

A beautiful smile crossed my lips; luckily for us, his mother was so focused on Katherine, who was clearly enjoying the attention.

"So I am now a monster, huh? That was not what you said yesterday. Or have you forgotten about our night?" I asked as I traced my way to his lap again, approaching his groin area.

He swallowed hard, his eyes roaming around, filled with panic. "Damien!" He said through gritted teeth as he tried removing my hands. I grabbed them tightly, refusing to let go.

"I am Katherine's fiancé," he reminded me as my eyes reached his groin, caressing it through the layers of his trousers.

"Yesterday you were Mike's boyfriend, and what did I tell you? I don't give a fuck," I whispered back.

He swallowed hard. "Are you ready to do this to Katherine? You would not want to hurt her, right?" he asked, his voice filled with a mixture of pleading and hope.

Maybe he felt that reminding me of my obvious connection with Katherine would make me stop teasing him. But like I said, I don't care, and I am genuinely selfish with whatever catches my attention.

"Not exactly. But I had you first. You were mine before hers. So would I hurt my niece? No," I drew closer to his ear. "Would I fuck you? Yes. And I would do it without any fucking guilt. And stop acting like a saint. You had a boyfriend before me. Or maybe I should tell her what you were up to yesterday?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Panic covered his eyes. "Please don't; I will do whatever you want, but please don't do that. My mother would never forgive me," he whispered, tears standing in his eyes.

Fierce possessiveness and concern wrapped around my heart as I watched him tremble, not at the thought of being caught but at the thought of his mum's wrath. It only means one thing: he is afraid of his mum. What did she do to make him this scared? I need to find out.

I shrugged. "I don't give one or two fucks about whether your mother forgives you or how she would feel if she finds out. I am calling it off."

He grabbed my hands immediately under the table, his palms sweaty as he stared at me. "If you care about me. About anything. Maybe you enjoyed last night, or because you know me, or maybe you care. Please don't. Not now. Not like this. I am not ready."

I sucked in a deep breath as warmth rushed through my heart. This was the first time he was willingly taking my hand, and it was out of fear.

I could feel my heart turning warm with emotions, numerous strange emotions that only he could bring out in me.

I turned to his mum and cleared my throat, bringing their attention to me. "Damien, please," he begged.

I ignored him, turning to his mum. "Eric is not done with school, right?" I asked.

She shook her head with a smile. "No. He is in his final year, studying law at Bradford University. Top of his class. He is a perfect student," she said with a glint of pride.

"Yeah," I said, nodding slowly as my eyes found his again, which were filled with relief. "He is indeed perfect."

"So tell me, Eric, what made you agree to this marriage?" I asked.

He swallowed hard and looked at me. "Because I... I love her."

I closed my eyes for a brief moment, anger running through my veins. "Don't lie to me. We all know this is an arranged marriage. What else made you agree to it?"

"Because I need a queen, and I feel Katherine would be the perfect one. She is kin,d, gentle and beautiful. Just the perfect one for the people. We can reach a mutual agreement and play our part and maybe fall in love as time goes on," he said, smiling.

Dark possessiveness wrapped around my heart. He was smiling at her, looking sincere, and yet my sick heart wanted those same words directed at me and me alone.

I nodded. "Okay, we can work with that. And don't ever try to lie to me, or I will punish you for it," I warned.

He smiled; a pink hue covered his cheeks. "Yes, sir," he whispered, and for some goddam,n reason my dick twitched at his words. What the hell is going on with me? What is this unhealthy obsession with him?

I leaned back with a nod and watched as we ate our food. My eyes landed on my perfect little niece. The thought of hurting her burned me, but what would I do? I wanted him also.

My hands landed on his trousers again, feeling what was mine. He paused immediately when my hands came in contact with him. He turned to me, giving me the "What are you doing?" look.

I shrugged and continued playing dumb with my left hand as my hand stretched around his erection, feeling its length grow by the minute.

The moment I grabbed his dick he paused, a pink hue covering his cheek as he coughed. I watched him reach for the glass of water while his eyes glared at me sideways.

I should stop; call me crazy, but I loved it. Watching him lose his self-control just because of me.

"Stop," he whispered through gritted teeth.

I only smiled and continued.

"Excuse me. I have to use the restroom," he said and stood up abruptly.

I smiled and turned to them. "I have a call to make," I said and followed him as he rushed towards the bathroom.