14. Alexis

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Istand there, stunned by Damian's words. An apology? From him? I never expected those words to come out of the Don's mouth, especially directed at me.

My anger still simmers beneath the surface, but there is something in Damian's tone, in the slight crease of his brow, that makes me believe he is sincere this time. It's not at all like the fake, manipulative half-apologies I endured from the Carters, Emma, or even Mark over the years.

This apology is real. And he is going to leave me alone now, just like that. As a Mob Boss, he can do whatever he wants to me. But instead, he's giving me the opportunity to be by myself. I'm not used to having that kind of autonomy. I'm used to others making those decisions for me.

But I saw his face when he grabbed me from the treadmill. He looked—scared, like he was worried something happened to me. That realization rattles something inside me. If he went to the trouble of finding me, doesn't that mean he cares about me on some level?

I don't know what comes over me. Maybe it is the longing for someone to finally treat me with true remorse. Maybe it is the realization that even powerful crime lords can have humble moments. Or maybe it's just pure, unbridled emotion bubbling up from somewhere deep inside me.

Whatever the reason, I seize Damian's arm, grab him by the lapels of his expensive suit, and pull him into a searing kiss. My heart pounds with a mix of anger, passion, and something else I can't quite name.

To my horror, Damian pulls back, searching my eyes. "Alexis, what are you doing?"

I immediately feel a flush of embarrassment and panic. My cheeks burn, and I can barely meet his intense gaze. I had acted rashly, boldly kissing him without a second thought. But now reality is crashing down on me. What was I thinking, throwing myself at Damian like that?

Tears prick at the corner of my eyes as mortification sets in. Damian's going to reject me, maybe even punish me for my forwardness. As a Mafia Don, he surely has his pick of any woman he wants. Why would he want me?

My heart pounds, anger and sadness swirling in my chest. No one wants me. I fight against the lump rising in my throat, blinking rapidly to keep the threatening tears at bay. I barely register Damian's next words as humiliation roars in my ears.

Then his firm tone breaks through my spiraling thoughts. "Don't get me wrong, I want you to continue…"

My head snaps up at that, eyes widening in disbelief. "But I need to make sure you're okay with moving forward here."

I'm stunned. Damian's looking for my consent? I feel a warmth bloom in my chest at Damian's consideration for my feelings.

"I have to be honest, though. For now, at least, I can't do the tender after sex stuff. Cuddling, pillow talk, all that…" He shakes his head. "It's not you, it's me." He winces. "Fuck, that sounds bad. What I'm trying to say is that I'm just not wired that way right now, and I don't want you to get the wrong impression."

To my surprise, I find this blunt admission from the normally uncompromising Don almost… endearing. I reach up and cup his jaw, tracing the stubble with my thumb. "I definitely want this, Damian. All of you, whatever that means right now."

Relief flickers across his handsome features. Then a roguish grin spreads across his lips as he captures my mouth in another heated, hungry kiss. His powerful arms encircle my waist, pulling me flush against his body as the kiss deepens.

His large, callused hands grip my waist firmly as he walks us backward until my back hits the wall of the home gym. His muscular body presses against mine, the hard planes molding to my soft curves. I can feel his muscles, even through the expensive fabric of his suit.

When his tongue swirls against my lower lip, I eagerly part my lips to let him in. Damian's tongue delves deep, stroking and twisting with mine in a heated duel. The sound of our kissing fills the room, along with my soft whimpers of pleasure.

My entire body feels like it's burning up from the inside out. Liquid heat pools low in my core, an insistent throbbing growing between my thighs. My hands roam feverishly over the hard planes of Damian's body, finally sinking into his thick, dark hair.

Damian growls, the rumbling vibration only stoking the blazing desire coursing through my veins. One of his hands leaves my waist to cup my jaw, holding me in place as he plunders my mouth with his tongue.

I'm drowning in pure sensation, every nerve ending like a live wire. I had never felt so thoroughly consumed by sheer want. My whimpers grow louder and more desperate against Damian's kisses.

Damian pulls back a fraction, much to my displeasure. His piercing gaze bores into mine, lust and hunger burning in those dark depths.

Lust and hunger for me.

But there's a question in those dark eyes. He wants me to set the pace.

I can do that.

My mouth falls onto his neck as I suckle and lick the tender skin there. Damian moans and tips his head back, encouraging me further. My hands yank his shirt from the waistband of his suit pants and explore every plane of his hot, muscular chest.

I nip at the sensitive skin where his neck meets his shoulder, and he hisses, digging his fingers almost painfully into my hips. "Fuck, Alexis."

His moan only encourages me as I continue to lavish kisses to his skin, my fingers unbuttoning his shirt until I can push it off his shoulders, sending it pooling to the floor.

I can't help but be struck by the sheer beauty of Damian's body, and his undeniable allure overwhelms my senses. Suddenly, there's an overwhelming need to have Damian now.

Running my hand over the bulge in his pants, I laugh softly as he hisses and bucks his hips forward.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" Damian growls.

I stroke my fingers down the length of his cock again, but this time, Damian captures my mouth in a heated kiss.

I bite his lower lip.

That seems to be his undoing as he grabs me, crushing my body to his. His hands grab my ass as he presses me against his considerable length. I moan into his mouth as I feel his hard cock press against me. My fingers grapple in his hair, tugging the strands as I grind against him.

Hissing, Damian removes me from the wall and pushes me toward an adjustable exercise bench. My back collides with the inclined seat as Damian kneels in front of me. With a wicked grin, he pulls down my biker shorts and underwear until I'm exposed to him.

I want to clamp my legs together and hide, but one look from Damian prevents me from doing so.

"Do you know how hard it is to work when all I think about is my face buried in your pussy?" He growls, and my insides turn liquid at his words. The throbbing between my legs is becoming unbearable.

"Please," I whimper, squirming against the seat, desperate for any type of friction.

Damian laughs huskily. "As you wish."

I'm nearly undone when he drags his tongue up my center. I moan at the same time he does, and he licks me again, lingering at the apex of my thighs, sucking and nipping at my clit, before he begins again.

I don't even know what I'm saying as I cry out, arching further into his tongue, but Damian only laughs, denying me what I crave. He slowly licks me again before sliding two fingers inside me.

God, fuck. It's just too good. I moan as my hips arch against his hand, thrusting in time with his fingers. Damian's breathing is uneven as he asks me, "How do you want it?"

How can he even expect me to answer him when he's fingering me like this? "Hard," I whimper, only focusing on the exquisite feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of me.

Damian chuckles, a low, sexy sound that makes my toes curl. "Good girl," he purrs.

Then, his fingers are gone and I whimper at the loss of sensation. I'm just about to do the damn job myself when I hear the sounds of his pants unbuckling and unzipping, and then, his mouth is back on my pussy, and I cry out, thrusting against his tongue.

But that wicked mouth of his is moving up, pressing kisses to my stomach, to my covered breasts, and then to my lips where he crushes them in a searing kiss that has my heart thumping even harder than before.

"Damian," I moan against his mouth as he straddles me, his hard cock pressing against my stomach. "Damian, please."

He chuckles again, unclasping my sports bra and letting it fall to the ground. My nipples harden as cool air caresses them. "And what would you like me to do, Alexis?"

"Fuck me," I whimper.

Who am I? I never expected to beg when it came to sex. But I can't say I hate it.

Damian's tongue caresses the shell of my ear. "As you wish."

His head is at my entrance, and I wiggle desperately, wanting contact. Friction. Anything.

Damian smoothly slides in, groaning in satisfaction. "God, Alexis, you're so tight."

Breathing escapes me. This already feels so much better than the last time. There's no sharp pain at our joining. I can't think of anything except how deliciously good this feels. Being with Damian just feels so right.

We soon settle into a rhythm, his balls slapping against me as he fucks me. He pulls himself nearly out of me before slamming back in. The sensation is so delicious, I cry out, scrabbling to take hold of anything. My brain is complete mush, and I can only focus on the feeling of his body against mine, his breathless pants against my head, and the sounds of our bodies moving together.

I clutch the side of the exercise bench and meet his every thrust, feeling him move deeper inside me. This must be what Nirvana feels like. Every time is better than the last, and I can't get enough of him.

Soon, pressure builds in my lower belly, and I gasp, begging and warning in the same breath. "Damian, I–I'm going to come."

"That's right, baby," Damian snarls, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder. "Fucking come for me."

His words are my undoing, and I unleash myself on him, nearly screaming in ecstasy. He continues to thrust, but the movements are shallower and sloppier.

I know he's close. I twist my hips and push up, meeting his pelvis with mine. I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing, but something about this feels like the right thing to do.

That's exactly what he needs.

Damian barks out a curse as he finishes inside me, shuddering as he finishes before he collapses on top of me, our slick skin sticking together.

Our ragged breaths mingle as we try to control our breathing. I run my hands through his damp hair, my legs shaking as they dangle over the sides of the exercise bench.

Damian slowly pulls out of me, hissing at how sensitive his dick is. He finds his clothes and picks them up, smoothly buttoning up his wrinkled shirt as he looks at me.

"I have work to do," he says shortly. "I'll see you later."

With that, he leaves me, shutting the door behind him with a soft snap.

Even though he told me he doesn't do the after-sex intimacy, I still can't help but be confused.

Will he ever want that with me? Or will I forever be just a booty call?