Chapter 34 - THIRTY FOUR

Chapter 34: Chapter THIRTY FOUR

DAMIEN

But it had worked, too easily, much to my surprise. None of my territories had been attacked in the last four days, and none of my men were hurt either.

The great VincenzoHale whom everyone feared, well I was an exception to this, he had fucking complied when it came to his little Angel. He was fucking weak because of her, and this was something I wouldn’t allow to happen to me.

I refused to become weak. Or give the world any advantage over me.

I would never allow Angel corrupt me with those sweet eyes like she did Vincent.

Yet, here I was contradicting my own will by those perfect tits from my screen like a creep. There was just something captivating about watching the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath, the way her reddish nipples still peaked from the cold—or from the way I’d tortured them with my teeth earlier until she screamed.

Her blonde hair was tangled across the pillow, messy from my fists. Those babyish sky-blue eyes hidden behind those delicate lids, the same eyes that looked at me with such beautiful, helpless hatred when I was balls-deep inside her.

She didn’t know I watched her like this. Every single night. Lying here in the darkness with my cock half-hard, memorizing the way her lips parted when she slept, like an invitation. The way she whimpered and curled into herself when the nightmares came.

And they always came.

Because I was the monster in every single one, and I fucking loved it.

My cock throbbed. Even after fucking her three times today, my body wanted more. I always woke her up each morning with my dick already inside her, claiming her before she was even conscious enough to protest. I fucking enjoyed the way she gasp my name in that confused, sleepy voice before reality crashed back and the fear returned. She called me Uncle now, not Damien, but soon, she would be calling me Daddy. I would become her obsession.

Angel was more than perfect. She was mine. My property. My possession. My fucking conquest.

I’d taken her virginity a few days ago, and the memory still made me hard enough to hurt. Watching those innocent blue eyes go wide with shock and pain as I pushed inside her virgin cunt. The resistance of her walls, the way it gave way beneath my cock. Her blood slicking my shaft, marking me as much as I marked her.

Her screams and tears were the most absolutely sweetest thing as I’d pinned her down and mounted her like the animal I was. My cock was the first she ever had.

There was the part that made me want to beat my chest with dark twisted pride.

She’d fucking begged me to do it.

Oh, she’d cried after. Sobbed and bled and shook. I’d made her taste what we’d created together. Scooped up the mixture of my cum, her wetness, and her virgin blood—finger-painted her face with it before forcing those fingers into her mouth. Made her lick them clean while she cried, while she gagged, she had looked at me like I was the devil himself. Maybe I was, I for sure aren’t to saint.

She’d vomited in the bathroom afterwards. I’d stood outside the door listening to her retch and sob, my cock already hard again from the sounds of her breaking. I’d fed her and taken her to bed after that..

Now, just days later, she swallowed my cum without being asked. Took my load in her mouth and kept it down like a good girl. After I finished inside her pussy, she’d drag herself to the bathroom and clean up, washing away the evidence of my ownership even though we both knew it was pointless.

I’d just mark her again in an hour.

This was what she’d done to me. She had fucking made me insatiable. Morning, noon, night, middle of the fucking afternoon. Whenever my cock got hard—which was constantly—I used her. Her pussy was my new drug, tight and wet and learning to take my size, learning that clenching around me only made me fuck her harder, learning that her body would betray her with orgasms no matter how much she hated me.

Vincenzo was out there tearing the city apart looking for his daughter. Losing his goddamn mind imagining what was happening to his precious angel.

The photo I sent him was only a glimpse of her reality.

I was buried in his daughter’s cunt multiple times a day, making her scream my name, making her come so hard she forgot daddy existed.

Making her body mine in every way.

The plan and agreement according to the council had been to train her for these three weeks, then auction her like fucking merchandise.

Parade her in front of other men. Let strangers examine her like cattle. And let them take turns in her sweet tight cunt.

It should have been enough for my sweet revenge.

So why did the thought of another man’s hands on her make me want to rip out throats with my teeth?

The thought of another man touching her skin. Another man’s cock inside the pussy I’d claimed, I’d broken in, I’d trained to squeeze me perfectly. Another man making her scream, making her come, owning her even for a moment—

A curse exploded from my mouth, just thinking about it made the demons in my chest roar. Territorial. Possessive

Absolutely fucking feral at the thought of sharing what was mine.

I wanted Angel wholly mine.

To break her down to nothing and rebuild her as something that existed only for me. I wanted her to need my cock the way I needed her pussy. I would make her so thoroughly ruined that even the thought of another man would make her physically sick.

What the fuck was she doing to me?

My Sweet Angel was going to be so much trouble.

We still had a lot of time to spend together.