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.

Eric POV

A heavy block settled on my throat as I ran to the bathroom. I took in a deep breath, trying as hard as I can to take a deep breath.

This can't be happening. Damien can't be Katherine's uncle; he can't be the mafia don that my mum talked about. I curl my hands into a tight fist; different emotions spiral within me as I pace round the room loosening my tie.

My eyes scanned the whole room until they fell on the mirror, and immediately I wanted to pull my eyes away. To stop staring at the monster, the total failure that I was. Everything I do, every step I take, keeps coming back as a failure. Just this one time I decided to have casual sex and ended up having it with my fiancé's uncle, a man who doesn't even have feelings for anyone. A selfish monster and a mafia don.

How would the people feel if they found out that the heir to the throne was gay and not only gay, but also slept with his fiancée's uncle, who was a mafia don? Gosh! How can this be happening to me? This can't be happening.

"Eric, open the door!" Damien's voice came hitting the door. My pulse quickened, my palms sweatier than usual.

"Eric, open the fucking door!" He shouted again.

"I am busy!" I shouted back.

"Busy doing what? Huh? Open the door, Eric; don't tempt me!' He shouted. His voice echoed like a hurricane, filling the room; cold chills licked my skin. I knew it would be disastrous if we were in the same room. He would take total control of me, my body, my senses, my life, my emotion, everything. I walked towards the door and opened it.

He barged in; his perfume filled my nostrils, taking control of my emotions, every single thing. "What do you want, Damien?" I asked.

He smiled and walked to the other side of the bathroom. "I should be asking you the same question. What were you thinking when you walked out on me?"

I sucked in a deep breath, biting my tongue from saying stupid. I heaved a deep sigh. "What were you thinking about when you were touching me right in front of everyone, my mum, your sister, and your niece? Anyone could have seen us.

Your maid could have talked, and I would have been the one in trouble, not you! You have nothing to lose if this comes out. I have everything to lose. Just leave me alone. Let us forget about this and move on with my life! Please!" I shouted; tears stood in my eyes. Desperation dripping off my voice.

A flicker of hurt passed through his eyes. He shoved his hands into his pocket, strolling towards me with a smirk. I took a step back as he stalled towards me, taking my time until I had gotten to the wall.

My heart races faster as he approaches me. His smirk deepened. "You look so cute when angry."

My eyes widened. "Really? Of all the things I said, that is your response. Do you know how mad this scenario sounds? I am a prince for crying out loud. I have an obligation!" I shouted.

He smiled as he leaned in closer, his hands tracing my face. My breath hitched immediately, emotions rolling within me. I closed my eyes involuntarily.

How can he have so much effect on me? "You are shivering," he whispered, his hot breath fanning my ears and sending goosebumps over me. "That's why I like about you. The way your body welcomes me." His hands moved to my neck, his thumb caressing my throat, tracing down to my chest.

With each touch, my self-control slipped; with each kiss, I found myself craving more, more of his toxic sinful touch.

I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring his sweet, hard, protective touch. "Damien, anyone can walk in on us like this," I said through gritted teeth.

"I liked it when you called me Sir. It had so much effect on my dick," he whispered.

"Yet you did not allow me to touch you," I said, reminding him about how he treated me last night.

"I see. So you are still angry. Yet a moment ago, you said I should leave you. That you don't need my presence in your life, right? You picked my niece over me," he reminded me.

I sucked in a deep breath, realizing that I am supposed to be driving him, pushing him away, not the other way round. Not wanting to touch and taste him. But I can't stop myself. He has left an insatiable hunger in me; the fact that he denied me touching him last night made me want to touch him, to see how he tasted.

I placed my hands on his shoulders, pushing him back. "Let me go. They would be waiting for us." He smiled and took my hands, slowly bringing my hands to his belt.

He stopped there, his eyes meeting my hands, his eyes filled with hunger; his eyes searched me for the same feeling, and then he guided my hands to his groin. He moved my hands down; I subconsciously grabbed it a little bit.

A smile shadowed his lips. "You can have it. Taste it. Here and now," he said as he unbuckled his trousers, coming down, leaving me with the amazing sight of his long dick. I swallowed hard, every thread of honour slipping away.

I turned away immediately. "Damien, get dressed. We need to go," I said, struggling with my urge.

His hands moved towards my belt, unbuckling it. I gripped his hands. "Damun, stop. Everyone would be looking for us."

"One thing you need to know about me, love, is that I don't care about anyone except you and your pleasure. The door is locked. No one can walk in; let's be fast," he replied as my trousers fell to the ground, displaying my erection.

Without wasting any goddamn time, he grabbed my dick, stroking it lightly, his arms wrapped around my waist, drawing me to him. Strings of pleasure filled me immediately; I closed my eyes as my eyes fell backward.

Gosh, this would be bad. This is bad. If someone catches us, I am done for, and yet here I am, getting harder with every stroke. "Do you see how welcoming he is to me?" Damien asked, as he leaned closer, planting kisses on my exposed neckline.

'How much do you want me? Huh, Eric?"

"Damien, this is not right. We..." My voice trailed off as a moan escaped me. He fastened his pace, pleasure filling me. making it hard for me to think, to breathe. I could feel myself shamelessly at the edge.

Shock waves of pleasure rushed through me as my seed filled his hands. A loud groan escaped my lips. I closed my eyelids, panting heavily. His thumb caressed my lips gently. "There, all mine," he whispered in a deep, dark baritone voice, his eyes piercing mine. "My perfect boy"

He slowly guided my hands to his boxers; my eyes widened as his huge erection came into view. Gosh, he was big, bigger than me, and here I was thinking I was the next Greek god.

I subconsciously grabbed his dick, feeling his huge weight under mine, my body already submitting to the urge, imagining how delicious he would taste. "Tell me, Eric, say it. That you did not think of touching me. That you don't want to take my cock right here and fuck me. Tell me that you don't feel the trail of being caught doing something so dangerous. Don't lie, dear; I see it. The matched desires in your beautiful lustful eyes," he whispered into my ears.

I closed my eyes trying to find some reasons, some way to say no. That I don't want him or I don't like who I was around him, but none came. I do want to be with him, wrapped in his strong arms all day, but I hated this, hated what we had because I hate losing control, hate going crazy, and here he was driving me crazy.

His hands trailed down my well-ironed shirt, stopping at my nipples. "Say it, love, and I would walk away and let you have my niece. Say it, Eric. You don't want me." He gave my nipples a little squeeze, and a painful pleasure filled me, driving the urge to my groin.

This was the time, a perfect opportunity to let go of this beautiful monster. To be free, and yet my fucked-up brain worked with my mouth against my morality as I whispered, "I want you... I want this, Damien.... It's hard...forbidden... But fuck yeah, I want it," I whispered.

He smirked, his eyes meeting mine with a glint of pride. "Good, now get down on your knees."

My eyes widened immediately, panic replacing whatever pleasure I was having. "This is the bathroom." "So?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "I can't. Someone can walk in, and besides I... I will not kneel here. I am a prince. If you want me to fuck you, find a location, and I will meet you there, and I will certainly not go down on my knees in the bathroom!" I snapped. What the hell is wrong with this man?

As usual, his permanent smirk laced his face. "Oh, really?" He asked in a daring tone as he slid his boxers down, leaving his cock bare, staring at me. I subconsciously licked my lips.

"It's all yours, baby." Maybe I was a fool or blinded by the sexual tension between us, but I went down on my knees immediately, taking him slowly into my mouth until he was such at my throat. God, he was so fucking huge.

Slowly I picked up the pace; a groan escaped his lips as he closed his eyes as he thrust in faster, increasing his pace, his hands grinding the back of my head as tears filled my eyes, his cum dropping off my lips.

Damien turned back to me, increasing his pace till I almost gagged. "Fuck! This feels so good!" He groaned.

I closed my eyes I could feel it; he was at the edge already. "Fuck! I am about to cum!" He announced a warning at his time like he was giving me an option to pull out and let him cum alone, but I remained there, my mouth wrapped around his dick as he poured his hot liquid into my mouth. I swallowed every bit of it, leaving nothing behind.

His hands grabbed my face as he stared at me with a smile, his thumb caressing my lips, his eyes blinded with a dark expression. "You don't know how much trouble you have gotten yourself into, my Prince. Because after this, I'm not sure I can let you go," he said.

I gradually stood up, straightening my tie, as a pink hue covered-my cheek. "Let's go. We have spent much time alone," I said, looking at my reflection in the mirror, the sled's destructive urge gone.

He smiled and walked towards me, wrapping his arms around me from the back. He stared at me for a while, a smile on his face.

"What?" I asked.

He shook his head and scoffed, a smile on his face. "Nothing. Just admiring how good you look" he said and placed a kiss on my cheek. I smiled, my brain taking a photo of us. Both dressed looking hot and dashing.

He gave me one last longing look before walking away. I remained there for a while to avoid any suspicious belief, my phone beeped with a message from mike.

My heart dropped instantly as my eyes roamed around the long two paragraphed text it had sent.

My eyes landed on the last sentence "I am not willing to let go of you for some stupid rules, even if you go ahead with the wedding. I would willingly be your concubine"