Chapter Seven

Instead, I'll give her what we both want. "Open up for me." She parts her thighs. "Such a good girl, learning just what I want." My hand slides between her slender legs, stroking her thigh gently, working higher slowly to not scare her. She may be intoxicated, but she's too innocent for the deviant bastard inside me. She's so tiny that I slide her forward and lift her dress to reveal her panties. Fuck, the innocent white pair are soaked, hardening my dick to the point of pain. I'd kill to be inside of her right now.

"Damiano," she whimpers, pressing her hands on the leather seat, gripping the material.

"Tell me what you need, my angel. I want to hear you tell me how much I can take because if I have my way, I'll take it all." There's no way I give a fuck about this other asshole who thinks she belongs to him.

"Touch me." Her thighs open wider for me, but I need more.

"Give me your mouth." She dips her head and I kiss the soul out of her, sliding my tongue inside like I want to do to her tight wet hole. Her hands move to my biceps, nails digging, and I flip her so she's straddling me.

My hand slips under her dress, pushing her panties to the side while my thick fingers rub her pussy lips. "I'm about to fuck this tight little pussy. Tell me to stop."

"Stop, but I don't want you to stop." The yearning in her voice is in conflict with her attempts to push me back. The shove is weak as she grinds her hips forward and my one hand holds her firmly in place.

"That's because you're mine, and you know it." We both know the truth. I'm wrong for her, but my dick says otherwise.

"I can't be yours." I'm going to stop that argument now, even though she's right. She can't be mine because this little thing can't belong to someone as dark as me, but for now, I need this moment to be ours.

"Too late. You already are." I push my finger deep inside, claiming her pussy, and she cries out, coming on my finger while riding my ridge fast as fuck. Her moans are captured by my mouth, which is good because a sudden wave of possessiveness falls over me. There are way too many men who could hear her cries. The sound of an angel whimpering as she loses her wings isn't meant for the world. It belongs to the devil.

I pull out of her slit and lick the sticky mess of her orgasm and the pink tinge of the blood from the nick of her innocence, sucking the taste off my digit. I relish with satisfaction that she's mine. She belongs to Damiano Valentino.

Her eyes widen with shock, and then a sense of fear takes over like she's realized what she's done. Nothing she's done is wrong, because she's mine and no one is going to take her from me.

"I need to go." She jumps up just as I get a call on my phone. She gets off my lap and runs down the stairs into the crowd of people. My sister decides to make her reappearance.

"Get your friend back, and watch after Stella. Keep her protected at all costs," I growl, standing and bringing my phone to my ear.

"Yes," she says with a smile, dashing down the stairs after my future bride. There's no way I'll let someone steal Damiano Valentino's property.

"What the fuck is so important?" I bark into the phone.

"Someone has blown up the warehouse on Seventh," Georgio answers.

"I'm on my way." I end the call and run straight into Gabriele. "Someone's destroyed the goods on Seventh."

"Are we rolling out?" He adjusts his suit.

"Not you. I need you to protect my sister. Watch her with your life. Understood?"

He nods. "Yes, Damiano." If there's anyone I trust to watch my sister, it's him. The man is madly in love with her. He's been that way for the past six months, even if he doesn't know it himself. Gabriele would give his life for her, and that's what I need in a guard for her. Nothing less is acceptable.

I spot Gracie and Camille with my angel heading to the exit. No, she's not my angel, and I need to remember that. She's too good for a monster like me, and I'll ruin her. Still, I can't let her ass go. "Ladies, before you go, Gabriele will escort you back."

"Really?" Camille says with a flirty smile, and I don't miss my sister's annoyance. Apparently, my underboss isn't the only one who is interested. I'll have to talk to both of them soon. I won't have them sneaking around behind my back.

"Yes, I will, but stop with the flirting act because it won't work. I don't like whores."

"Good girls don't have any fun. Ask my stepsister. She's getting married to an old man." She giggles and adds, "I need another drink. Oh, look, Stella, there's the guy who was buying you drinks. Maybe he'll give you a nice long ride home since we're leaving early." My eyes move to Ernesto, the slimeball ass, and I smile.

"Thank you, Camille," I say, leaving her confused, but Gabriele knows exactly what I have planned. Turning to my sister, I say, "Have a fun night, and remember what I said."

"Yes, Brother." Smartly, Grace leads Camille toward the exit while I drag Stella back a step.

Pulling her close, I whisper in her ear, "It's not over. You're mine, and I'm coming for you. When I do, there will be hell to pay for running away. Be prepared, Angel. You're not marrying anyone else." I bite her ear and then send her away with a pat on her ass. Even if I can't have her, no one else will be forcing her hand. She's not marrying him, and when I find out who he is, he'll pay with his life.

I tell my doorman to nab Ernesto; he and I have much to discuss later, and I'll take my frustration out on him.