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"

Eric POV

Concubine? My eyes stared at the text in disbelief as I read it again, just to be sure it was Mike.

He was ready to be my concubine? After ignoring me for almost two days and insulting me?

"Please babe, let's meet at the bar and talk about it. Please" another message appeared on my phone.

Before I could even process his text another came up "I promise to make it up to you. That was all. I am sure you would do that if you were in my shoes"

A heavy weight settled on my chest as I stared at his text. My fingers tightened around my phone as a warm feeling settled within me.

Should I go? Let me see what he has to say or should I just stay?

But who am I staying for? Is it Damien?

No? That man only sees me as some sex toy he can use and dump.

Or Katherine? I don't even like her.

The only person I had, the only person I could call mine was Mike, it would be foolish of me to let go of him just because I had an amassing one-night stand.

My eyes landed on the text again, reading it again as I tried to decide between my head, my heart and my desires.

I could ignore him, walk into the dining hall and take a seat beside a man whose voice sent goosebumps crawling around my skin, who gave me much more desire than I needed and get married to Katherine, at least it would be less complicated.

But instead, I picked up my phone and typed "I will be at the bar in less than an hour"

I tossed the phone on the table and stared at myself once more in the mirror before walking out of the bathroom.

My eyes looked around the corridor consciously as I walked back to the table.

"My Prince!" One of the male servants, a tall blonde man walked toward me with a golden covered tray in his hands.

He opened it and removed the letter that was placed carefully on top of it and gave it to me. "They asked me to deliver it, especially to you," he said "Alone" he added.

I raised my eyebrows as I took the letter from me. Who the hell would send me a letter at this time and why?

Without wasting any more time, I opened the letter. It was a short note written in neat cursive handwriting.

"Look around Eric. One of the people who you are eating with killed your brother. You might be the next" it read but that was not the end.

The next content sent shivers running down my spine. It was a photo, a photo of my brother from the day he was shot.

It was a close-up shot of my brother staring at me with pain-filled eyes as life slipped out of him, my eyes filled with tears as I begged him not to go.

So many thoughts ran through my mind. Who could have sent this? Why now? And if the letter is true, who killed my brother?

And how did they get this clean shot at a chaotic moment like this I was so sure that at the sound of the first gunshot, people were already running for safety.

Before anyone would walk past me, I folded the paper and slid the photo into my back pocket.

The words of the letter echoed loudly in my head as I walked back to the dining table.

Damien's eyes first landed on mine. He gave me a warm smile, and my eyes darted from him to my mum and then to Katherine and her mum.

They all looked innocent, except Damien who was staring at me with a grin on his face.

Sweat filled my palms as I took a seat on the table, this time I kept my distance from Damien, the hair at the back of my neck stood firmly like I was being watched.

My eyes scanned the whole room, all the servers who were watching us eat and the man who served me the letter was nowhere to be found.

Goosebumps filled my body as the realization dawned on me that the letter could be true. That, on this table, there was a killer, someone who killed my brother.

They were not innocent and although I had not found anything that would make me suspect, I knew for a fact that I had a list of suspects.

Be it my mother or sweet Katherine or her mother or the mafia don who I had fucked some minutes ago.

"Eric, you spent so much time in the bathroom. What were you doing?" My mum immediately asked if she noticed my presence.

"Smoking" I answered nonchalantly. Her eyes widened as she stared at me, everyone stopped eating apart from Damien.

I rolled my eyes. "I went to pee. What else do they do in the bathroom?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

She heaved a sigh, and Katherine gave me a quite shy laugh.

My phone beeped again, another text message from Mike. My mother glared at me, she had this obsession with us putting away our phones while eating.

I slowly took the phone from the table and shoved it into my back pocket. I waited for a few minutes before standing up.

"I apologize for leaving you early but I have to go. My best friend is not feeling fine. I need to see him"

My mother rolled her eyes immediately. There was no doubt that she hated Mike with every bone in her, to her he was not fit to be my friend. He was a low-class boy whose mother worked as a cleaner in the bank.

If only she knew what had been going on between us.

"You can go later. You haven't even spent time with Katherine" she said gesturing at the girl who was giving me sad puppy eyes. "Mike can wait," she added.

"Mike?" Damien asked immediately, his voice deep, filled with a calming anger.

I turned to him, boring into his eyes "Yes, Mike" I said and turned to my mum "Can I go?"

I seriously did not know what was going on with me. Maybe because I actually loved Mike and wanted to see him or maybe because I knew that one of the eyes staring at me killed my brother.

"Eric, sit down!" Damien shouted, making everyone flinch including little Katherine.

I rolled my eyes and turned to my mum "See you in the palace"

"Eric I said sit down! You are not going to see that boy!" He shouted, glaring at me.

I turned to look at him, taking in his features, his bushy eyebrows, his dark black eyes, his flared nostrils and then the mark that was at his neckline.

Another realization rushed through me. If there was anyone at this table who would likely kill without thinking. It was Damien. After all, he was the mafia Don.

"I will go and see him and you can't stop me" I said, returning his glare. I turned around and stopped at Katherine's side, looked straight at Damien and pecked Katherine on her cheeks.

"I promise to make up for this. Okay?" I asked in a low voice.

She nodded, her cheeks red with blush.

Damien rolled his hands into a fist. For the first time, my mum was too stunned to talk, her mouth was slightly opened as she watched me walk away.

I had already crossed the door when a rough masculine hand grabbed me to the side, his scent filled my nostrils immediately making me weak to even think, without looking at him I already knew who it was.

I could smell him, feel him, and taste him and he felt just like he had always felt. Like sin.

"What the hell do you think you are trying to do?" He asked.

I took a step back, trying to recollect my thoughts and straightened the sleeve he had brushed with his hands. "I am going to see my boyfriend," I replied.

He raised an eyebrow "Really? Your boyfriend?" He asked in a hushed tone.

I sucked in a deep breath before looking at him "Yes"

He shook his head, a curve appeared at the side of his lips "That is where you are mistaken Prince Eric because the fact that you touched me, that I touched you, that I let you cum in my palm means that you are mine, no one else, nor Mike. Mine and the sooner you realize this the better for us all" he warned.

I smiled, and then a chuckle escaped my lips "Or what? What would you do? Kill me like you killed my brother?" I asked.

His eyebrow furrowed immediately as he took a step back "What? Where did you get that idea from?" in a low whisper.

I shrugged "That is none of your business. But I do know one thing for sure, someone among you all killed him and the day I find the person. I would deal with the person Damien" I said and took a step closer so that our bodies would be close to each other.

"And God help you if it is you. I would make you regret ever setting your eyes on me" I warned.

He opened his mouth to say something but I walked away immediately.

I got into the car and drove away while he stood there watching me go.