Five

Damian – Age 23

Fuck!

I cannot believe today is the day I have to propose to Sofia. I'm not ready for marriage; I don't love her like that, and I don't think I ever will.

Liar, the voice in the back of my head whispers. "Shut up," I mutter.

I left two naked girls in my bed this morning to pick up Sofia, and my heart is beating fast in my chest, my palms are sweaty, and I feel sick. I'm not ready for this shit.

You just feel guilty for cheating. You know you're in love with her, you're just in denial,my subconscious echoes in my mind, and I bang my fist onto the steering wheel, trying to block the voice.

It's been two years since the Hamptons, when I told her I wanted more with her, so it's basically our anniversary. She's nineteen, turning twenty in six months, which is enough time to plan a wedding. We've been spending as much time together as I have available. I've been spending more of my nights fucking random women or Candice, and sometimes her and her friend together, just to keep my mind off a certain dark-haired beauty.

Sofia's not all that I thought she would be all those years ago—nothing like her cold-hearted, bitch of a drunken mother, who used to be the nicest woman, apparently, until something made her flip the switch. Probably her husband's infidelities, even though he swears he only started straying when he heard from a reliable source that she'd been fucking his men behind his back. Apparently, he's broken over it, and has been trying to get even with her however he can. Well, according to my mother anyway, and how she knows, I have no idea, but my Sofia?—

Fuck! My Sofia…where the fuck did that come from?

I shake my head. She's gotten under my skin over the years. She's kind and caring, always putting others first, smart as hell, and currently attending NY State for her nursing degree in pediatrics. She's working her way into my soul without even trying, and I don't like it. Maybe I need to get laid again tonight. I'll have to message Candice later, if I can get away when Sofia is asleep.

Once I pull my car up to her home on the outskirts of New York, the gates open automatically when the guards see my car, and I notice Sofia sprinting to my SUV, before getting in quickly.

I furrow my brows. What the fuck? She hadn’t even waited for my car to stop before she did that shit.

As she leans over for a kiss like she always does, I cup her jaw, noticing something on her face. My own jaw ticks with burning rage when I notice the bruising near her eye. She must see the tension on my face because she tries to pull away, but I just tighten my grip, making her sigh. She places her hand on my jaw and strokes it with her index finger like always. She gives me a small, weak smile like she does each time I see a new mark, and she always gives the same excuse:

"Just being clumsy again, handsome, don't worry."

And she does it yet again this time, too, before leaning forward and kissing me softly, making my grip on her face loosen a bit, so she can pull away.

She sits back, waiting for me to drive, and I sigh, trying to control my anger, knowing she won't tell me. She never does. She sits in tense silence, peering out the window, and my chest tightens. Has she discovered something about our arranged marriage, and that's why she won't talk to me? Is that why she won’t trust me with the truth about the bruises?

I shake my head. Nah, she will never find out, just like she won't find out about me fucking Candice later when she's asleep, or about all the other women I fuck.

I text Stefano to let him know there is another mark, and to ensure her room is packed because, after today, she'll be moving in with me. Then we'll really see if she still “has accidents.”

I put the car into drive and place my hand on the inside of her thigh, trying to calm my rage. Last week, she had a bruise on her hip and, the week before, on her lower back. Stefano is always pissed when I inform him, but every time he checks the cameras that surround the house, there's nothing on them. The first time I noticed them was two years ago when her lip was cut, and she had bruising on her rib cage. She blew it off, and after a meeting with my father and Stefano to inform them of our recent relationship development, and to confirm everything was on track, I mentioned the lip and bruise. Stefano said he would handle it. He confronted Victoria, but she acted all concerned. The staff was interrogated, but no one knew anything, and since then, we've been keeping a closer eye on her. But she still insists she was clumsy. My phone chimes with an incoming text, so I remove my hand from her thigh to read it.

Stefano: Fuck's sake, we're at your Hamptons house. I'll have my second check the cameras, but I doubt anything is on them. I'll get back to you. Just propose and leave the rest to me. I'll find out the truth, one way or another.

I peek at Sofia, but she's not paying attention. Her father clearly believes she's clumsy. I threaten him back.

Me: This has been going on for 2 years. She is about to become my fiancée, so I'm taking over! Fingers will be cut off.

He messages straight back.

Stefano: Give me two days, and I will converse with your father. Two days, Damian, and if I don't find anything, you can take over.

I don't reply back, trying to control more of the rage that's burning deep inside me, determined to find out what's actually going on in their home.

I didn't realize he would never find out what was happening to her and that I would be too distracted by my mistresses to realize things were escalating.

I put my phone back in its holder, before placing my hand back between Sofia's thighs, squeezing them a little, feeling bloodthirsty for revenge. I'm fucking fuming. Clearly, Stefano getting his dick wet and trying to get back at his wife is more important than his daughter walking around covered in bruises!

"Where are we going, Damian?" Sofia brings me back to her, dispersing my anger like always. We're on our way for a picnic on the Hamptons’ beach, where I'll "propose" like a normal person. Fuck my life. I'd rather fuck her into an orgasmic bliss than put the ring on her finger without first telling her about the arrangement between our parents. Still, my printsessa is a romantic at heart. I turn and look at her quickly, my hand still between those luscious thighs, which I can't wait to slide into later, and smile at her.

"It's a surprise, malyshka."

Giving her a brighter smile and softening my expression, she looks at me with eyes full of love, causing my heart to beat loudly in my chest. Turning my head, I concentrate on the road and thumb circles over the soft flesh between her thighs to distract me from the guilt building inside me. She squirms. I smirk, my little minx. When she'd turned eighteen, I took her to Paris to celebrate. We walked all around and did all the fucking tourist shit, but that day I gave Sofia her first kiss under the Eiffel Tower, making her all dazed, and ensuring I had it on camera. It's now the lock screen on her phone. We continued walking for a few hours while I kept my arm around her waist. She took several photos, mainly of us with the attractions in the background. After having dinner by the Seine, I took her back to the hotel and could tell she was nervous.

"Are you okay, printsessa?" I questioned her. She looked at me with a little bit of fear but also a lot of purpose, her dark blue eyes hooded.

"I'm ready; I want you to be my first and only Damian. I don't want to wait any longer."

My pulse raced. I knew this was coming. I'd been making her squirm for a few months with little touches, but fuck, we were supposed to wait until our wedding night. I've been fucking plenty of other women for years now, but hearing her say this has my half-mast cock growing harder than it would with any other woman. Shit!

I look at her in the eyes.

"Are you sure, malyshka?" I ask, and she jumps into my arms, causing me to catch and lift her as her legs lock around my waist.

She kisses me, and says, "I'm sure, my dark prince, you are all I want. You own my heart and soul, ever since I was just a little girl, and you were a grumpy boy. Now, I want you to own my body, too, please."

She whimpers against my lips when I thrust my cock against her covered pussy. I chuckle.

"As you wish, printsessa." I kiss her passionately, then walk us through the foyer of our penthouse suite, through the living area, passing the kitchen on our way, all while kissing her and squeezing her plump ass, finally making it to our master suite.

I lay her down on the bed, my body coming over hers, and use one arm to hold my body weight so I don't crush her. I move my other hand down her body, feeling her delicious curves, then run my fingers down the side of her jean-covered legs, before slowly gliding my hand up her legs, and over her belly, all while staring into her eyes. She smiles at me, stroking her index finger along my jaw.

"I love you."

I smile at her and then kiss her deeply. I've not said the words to her since that night on the beach in the Hamptons, where I finally escaped the friendzone, and so far, she hasn't seemed to notice. In a fucked-up way, I'm hoping if I don't say the words out loud again, then they won't be true!Right?

Denial, denial, denial, the voice in my head whispers. I growl and kiss her harder, trying to ignore it and its truth.

I slide my hands up her pink tank top and pull it over her head, staring at the white lace bra that holds her perfect tits. I run my finger lightly over them, and she arches into my touch—so responsive, so perfect! Slowly, I move my mouth down to her jaw, kissing along the way, down to her neck, where I suckle a little, before continuing my path to her tits. I run my tongue from one mound to the next as my left-hand twists her pebbled nipples through the fabric.

Sofia moans and mewls into my ear, causing me to thrust my hips and rub my jean-covered dick into the junction of her legs. I reach around her and unclip her bra. Her perky tits, two lush handfuls, fall out, and I dive in. I roll my tongue around one, then suck it into my greedy mouth, biting it, then slowly licking, and soothing her diamond-hard nipple. My shaking hands knead her supple flesh, pinching her nipples, twisting, and pulling, Sofia arches into me for more, pushing her tits further into my mouth and hands, begging,

"Oh my, God! Damian, please, more, please!"

Fuck, that's music to my fucking ears. I kiss down her torso, unbuttoning her jeans as I go. Kissing her navel, I drag her jeans down her slender legs and, once she’s uncovered before me, I stare down at her on the king-sized bed. She looks so innocent on our white comforter. I peer at her covered pussy in a white lace thong, the wet patch making me smirk. I run a finger over the wet spot, and she arches her back.

"So needy, aren't you, malyshka, my dirty little whore?" I growl, leaning forward, and pressing my nose against her covered cunt. I take a deep breath. Fuck, she smells divine. She moans, writhing beneath me, begging me for more.

So fucking perfect!

I slowly peel her thong down her legs, my fingertips teasing her heated skin along the way. She shivers. Grinning wickedly, I push off the bed and stand up, unable to tear my gaze from the sight before me.

She is absolutely fucking perfect.

I look into her eyes. They are hooded and begging. Yes, baby, I’ll give you what you want.

Kneeling on the bed between her spread thighs, I dive in. I run my tongue from her asshole to her clit, and suck the little nub into my mouth, her whimpers and moans driving me. I place a finger at her opening, expecting her to flinch. Instead, she opens her legs wider for me, and I press in.

"Fuck, you’re tight, printsessa," I say, grunting, then attack her clit again as I ease my finger in and out of her tight, weeping cunt. I add another finger, and she moans louder, like my dirty slut. I continue to feast on her, sucking her enlarged clit, curling my fingers upward inside her, and fuck her hard with my hand. She is so close; I can feel her tighten around me.

"Come on, baby, come on my face, let me taste you, my dirty little slut." I growl and attack her clit again, all while still pumping my fingers inside her. Her back suddenly bows, and she screams.

"I think I'm coming. Sh-shit, Damian!"

Her pussy squeezes me tight as she gushes all over my face. I lick her, mopping up all her juices until she shivers against me as her orgasm bleeds away. Once her body stops convulsing, I remove my fingers, and stand. I suck each one into my mouth, cleaning them, not wanting to waste one bit of her orgasm. I look into her hooded eyes, and she licks her lips as she watches me unbutton my shirt. I remove my jeans and boxers, and her eyes widen.

She softly murmurs, "Shit, how's that going to fit?"

I chuckle, because I’m sure she obviously didn't mean for me to hear that.

"Don't worry, malyshka, it'll fit," I say. Her cheeks burn bright red as I grab my hard cock and squeeze the end tightly. Bending down, I grab my jeans and retrieve a condom, not wanting any surprises. She may be a virgin, and I want nothing more than to feel her blood coating my dick, but kids are not in the picture for us for a long time. I go to sheath my shaft, but she places her hand over mine, drawing my gaze.

"I'm on the pill. My mother forced me on it when I was fifteen. I want to feel all of you, Damian." My jaw ticks. Fucking Victoria.

I peer into Sofia’s trusting gaze."Are you sure?" I need for her to be 100% sure. No uncertainty.

She nods. "You're my only one, Damian. I know you haven't been with anyone since we became a couple, so we’re safe.”

Fuck. Her innocence is going to break me.

“I love you, and I want to feel all of you," she repeats, a shy smile growing on her flushed face.

Guilt churns in my gut. She has not been my only one. I still fuck around. Candice is my go-to girl, as is her friend Mindy, and a couple of the dancers at the strip club.

Sofia squeezes my hand, and I look at her again. I shake my head, then lean down and kiss her passionately. I won't think about that, about how I haven’t now, nor will I ever be faithful. I don't love her.

Yes, you do!Fucking subconscious can go fuck himself.

I give my hard cock another squeeze, then climb over her. I lean down, giving her a quick kiss, balancing on my right arm so I don't squish her as I run my finger along the seam of her cunt. I grab my cock, running it over her clit and entrance, then press forward.

"Are you ready, malyshka?" I ask, and she looks up at me with a beautiful smile. It’s a smile just for me. She wraps her arms around me.

"I've waited years for you, my dark prince. Take me." Then she wraps her legs around my waist, and I press forward slowly. Fuck, she's so tight, wet, and hot. I get halfway in before meeting her barrier. She stills, flinching. I lean down and press a loving kiss to her mouth, coaxing it open before running my tongue along the seam of her lips. When granted entrance, my tongue dives in at the same time I plunge forward with my hips, breaking her virginity. She screams into my mouth and tenses. Tears leak from her eyes as I break the kiss.

"Fuck Sofia, you're so tight," I say with a low groan. Another little tear slides down her face, and I lick it up. She starts to wiggle.

"Move, please, Damian. I'm okay now." She whimpers, trying to move her hips to get me going. I gently pull out, then drive in hard. I groan while she whimpers again, and that's all it takes. I angle my hips and lift her ass up a little to hit the right spot, then fuck her deep and hard. She moans loudly as she tightens around me, strangling my cock. I can feel her coming again.

"Fuck baby, that's it. Come on, my cock, my dirty little slut, that's it." I growl and fuck her harder. Her cunt tightens around my cock, so tight I fear it'll snap and piston into her through her orgasm. She screams. I thrust into her eight more times, riding her aftershocks. I groan loudly as my cum pulses out into her, filling her insides. I lean over her and place my face against her neck, lightly kissing her as my breathing evens out. Fuck, that was good.

"You okay, printsessa? I didn't hurt you, did I?" I rasp and I lift my head to look into her eyes, worried I took her too hard. She meets my gaze with all the love in the world, and my heart races.

"That was perfect, handsome. Thank you for always loving me the way you do." My guts twist at her words. I don't want to feel guilty after what we just did.

I pull out, making her wince. I gaze down, seeing a mixture of her blood and cum, and my cum all over my cock and between her thighs. Fuck. My cock hardens again. Fuck, that's a good sight.

I bend and kiss her bare pubic bone, before sliding from the bed and heading to the bathroom. I run the hot water and clean myself up before taking a hand towel, wetting it, and returning to Sofia, who still lays in the same position. I clean her up, making her flinch a little. I throw the soiled towel into the bathroom. I pick her up, pull the sheets back, and then lay her down. Climbing in after her, I pull the sheets back over us.

Humming happily, she lays her head in the crook of my neck, breathing me in. She falls asleep, cuddling up to me, the words "I love you” whispered across my cheek. I hold her tighter, chanting in my head:I have not fallen, I have not fallen.My subconscious laughs at me.