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  “And so you keep saying,” Damon said.

  “Why does there have to be a reason for doing something good and kind? Why can’t you see that I care? Why does it have to matter?”

  “You’re a Russo!”

  She screamed. “Enough with that. I get it. My father is a Russo. That makes me one as well, but guess what, that doesn’t mean I’m like him. I have my mother’s blood running in my veins as well. It might be a hell of a lot stronger than his. Have you thought about that?” she asked. “Have you thought that I might be innocent? That I might not follow in his plan of death?” She growled and stomped her foot. “What is the point? You two are exactly alike.”

  “I am nothing like that scum!”

  “No?” she asked, rounding on him. “You keep women that you stole off the street. The ones who won’t make a decent price are kept here to serve you, but you delude yourself in thinking you’re giving them a good life.”

  “I am giving them a good life.”

  “What about freedom?” Milah asked. “What about the right to come and go as they please? To think of owning a house one day? Of having a family?”

  He couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Go ahead, laugh at my stupid thoughts. It’s just women, right? What could women want other than to have a man between their legs? To serve men and to never think of owning property. And you think you’re not like my father. The De Lucas and the Russos are all the same.”

  He didn’t like her attitude.

  “Do you want to hit me?” she asked. “Another comparison point right there. Do you think I don’t see it? You both use fear and manipulation. You would make the perfect couple. It’s a shame you’re so intent on killing each other.”

  “I am nothing like your father.”

  She took a step toward him and glared. “Prove it.”

  He was about to say something else, but they both froze as whimpering filled the air. There was no mistaking the sounds of dogs.

  Milah didn’t wait to finish their conversation. She took off. They came across a small log that was hollowed out, and sure enough, six tiny pups, and one distressed-looking mother, funnily enough, a Labrador, was inside.

  “Hey, sweet girl,” Milah said. “You’re missing one of your pups. Don’t worry. Don’t be afraid.”

  A growl sounded, and Damon grabbed his gun, ready to kill if it so much as attacked Milah.

  She had infuriated him, but that didn’t mean he wanted her to die.

  Chapter Nine

  Seven pups in total.

  Four girls.

  Three boys.

  And a very tired mother. The vet had stayed to check on them and had promised to come the next day to make sure there was no sudden setback.

  Milah was in love.

  The pups were the cutest things and the mother, she adored her. The mother had already been scanned and there was no chip, nor did she have any tags. From her fur, it didn’t look like she had any collar.

  The vet had suggested she might have been roaming wild.

  He’d taken some blood and started them on some antibiotics and treatments.

  “I wonder how long she was out there,” Glory said. “She looks like a young dog herself.”

  Milah agreed.

  Damon hadn’t called on her last night. They did have their agreement, and she would honor it.

  He hadn’t killed the dogs.

  James was inside the room, and she smiled at him. The mother had wandered over to him and sat at his feet.

  “We’re going to have to name them,” Milah said. She had the little girl she had found first in her lap.

  “Yes, we are,” Glory said.

  “Damon will not keep them in the house,” James said. “There are kennels outside.”

  “Dogs shouldn’t be kept outside. It’s way too cold, and these are so cute.”

  “And they’re going to grow up to be big.”

  “Can you seriously not look at the girl at your feet?” Milah asked. “See the way she looks at you.”

  James glanced down and cleared his throat. The mother dog was staring adoringly up at him. “I do not need a dog.”

  “But they are so easy to love.” She kissed the pup’s head. “And this one, I’m going to call Snowy.”

  Glory chuckled. “Sounds appropriate.”

  “Where is Damon?” she asked, wanting to go see him.

  “He is in his room,” James said.

  Milah looked toward Glory, who smiled at her.

  “I … I am going to go and see him. They’ve had their medicine and feed for the night,” Milah said. They were staying in her room, at her insistence.

  “I’ll stay a little longer,” Glory said. “If that is all right?”

  “Yes, of course.” Milah realized she didn’t have the authority to say yes or no and looked at James.

  “It is fine. I will stay also.”

  She reluctantly got to her feet and left the pups. There was another guard outside that she didn’t recognize.

  Damon had changed his men once again. She realized he did it regularly. It was all part of his protection so no one would be able to find a weak spot.

  Maybe that was his weak spot. The constantly changing men. Even as she thought it, she didn’t entirely know how. Not that it would matter. She had made a deal with him, and she wouldn’t back away.

  She would keep her word, even if it meant sleeping with Damon.

  Arriving at his room, she lifted her hand to knock and hesitated. What should she do? She had lied about not being a virgin. Did he think she was a woman who knew what she was doing?

  Drawing her wrist back, she forced herself to continue, even though sex wasn’t something she knew anything about.

  Damon asked who it was.

  “It’s me,” she said, calling out to be heard and wincing at how weak she sounded. Clearing her throat, she repeated the words and hoped there was something firm in her voice. She didn’t want him to know that she was terrified.

  “Come in.”

  She stepped forward, not daring to glance back at the guard.

  After opening the door, she slid inside and closed it.

  Damon sat on the edge of his bed, staring right at her.

  “Hi,” she said.

  Could that have been any more awkward?

  He chuckled. “How are the dogs?”

  “They’re fine. I think. Mommy dog has taken a shine to James. He’s playing hard to get right now.” She was babbling.

  “And now you’re here,” he said. “To keep your end of the bargain.”

  “I will keep my word.” She clenched her hands into fists, trying to show she wasn’t afraid. Being in a room with him wasn’t so scary. It was easy.

  Damon chuckled. “I’m going to ask you again.” He stood up and stepped toward her. “Are you a virgin?”

  One moment he was by the bed, the next, he was in front of her, making her nervous. “Why do you want to know?” She tilted her head back to look at him.

  “Because I want to know if I can go fast or slow.”

  “Why does it matter?” she asked.

  Damon pressed her against the door. “And I have my answer.”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “A woman who has felt a cock deep inside her for the first time would know why going slow would be best.”

  “I’m not a virgin.”

  “I think naughty, lying women should be punished.”

  She gasped as his body pressed against hers. His body was so much bigger and harder than hers. Milah felt the hardness of his cock as he rested against her stomach.

  “Do you know what I do to lying women?” he asked.

  “Kill them?” It certainly put a dampener on her arousal.

  “No. I put them over my knee and smack their plump ass. Now, I will ask you one more time. Are you a virgin?”

  She wanted to lie, but the idea of having her ass smacked didn’t appeal. Pain wasn’t something she sought. “Yes,” she said.

  Damon pulled away, just far enough to look into her eyes. “Good girl.”

  “You already knew.”

  “Of course I did, but that is what has saved you tonight.”

  Before she could ask him what he meant, Damon slammed his lips down on hers. At first, she didn’t respond as she didn’t know what to do.

  On instinct, she pressed against his chest, but then, she remembered the deal. She had to be willing.

  The kiss wasn’t … awful.

  She didn’t want to enjoy the kiss, but Damon knew what he was doing. One of his hands moved from the door to grip her neck. Milah hated how much she liked this. Feeling him surround her. His lips locked on hers.

  Milah whimpered.

  Desperate.

  Hungry.

  She pressed her hands flat to his chest and slowly slid them up his body to wrap them around his neck, her body moving closer to his.

  He growled. The hand on her neck slid down her body, and then both of his hands were on her ass, drawing her closer.

  Milah couldn’t fight her reaction. Kissing him was intoxicating.

  She’d never kissed a man before and Damon, as he traced his tongue across her lips, set her body ablaze. He pressed her against the door. One of his hands moved down to her thigh, lifting it and pressing it over his hip. This brought his cock closer to her core, and she whimpered, not wanting him to stop.

  He grabbed her ass again, and this time, he lifted her. She circled her legs around his waist as he carried her toward the bed.

  Damon dropped them both down. He broke the kiss, and she immediately protested.

  However, he trailed his lips down her body.

  Milah gasped as he grabbed the old ratty shirt she wore
and tore it straight down the middle, exposing her body. She tried to cover herself, but he captured her hands, pressing them to the bed, not letting her hide.

  “You never hide from me,” he said. “That’s an order.”

  Her pussy was so wet with his growl. She watched as he leaned down, and through the lace of her bra, he sucked her nipple right into his mouth. It was even better than she had read about. The tug at her breast sent an answering wake between her thighs, consuming her.

  Crying out, she couldn’t contain her pleasure for a moment longer. It felt so good.

  She needed to be touched between her thighs, but with how he was between them, she couldn’t close them.

  Damon kept her hands locked to the bed as he moved between her breasts, going to the second nipple.

  It wasn’t long before he let her go, and then he flicked the catch at the front of the bra, leaving her exposed to his gaze.

  She stared at him, wondering what he was thinking.

  He cupped her tits, pushing them together, and then his mouth was on them once again, kissing between the valley. Alternating between sucking on her nipples and tonguing the hard buds.

  His touch heated her flesh, making her ache. This was so unfair. She wanted to tell him to stop, and then to not ever stop.

  Milah was no longer in control of her body. Damon was. He knew what buttons to press. How to make her ache for more.

  “Please,” she said, hating herself for even relenting a little bit.

  Damon didn’t stop in his torment. He kissed down her body, his lips setting a fire as he went down.

  Milah lifted onto her elbows and gasped as he tore the sweatpants from her body with so much ease. He tossed them aside and then placed his hands on her knees. The panties she wore were a matching set to her bra. He slid her thighs open, and she was nearly naked while he was still dressed.

  Her face was on fire.

  He slowly traced his fingers up, and Milah felt like she couldn’t breathe.

  “Has anyone ever told you how fucking beautiful you are?” he asked.

  She shook her head.

  This was a position she had never been in. Damon got to the edge of her panties, and Milah held her breath, waiting.

  The tips of his fingers stroked the edge of the fabric, teasing.

  She waited. He didn’t rush, prepared to wait.

  He slid her finger beneath the fabric and then gripped the lace in his fist. Milah gasped as he tugged hard. The sound of it tearing filled the room. Her pretty pair of panties were ruined as he threw them across the room.

  Naked.

  Exposed.

  At his mercy.

  Milah waited, not sure what to do.

  “I have never cared for a virgin. They have never appealed to me. I like my women to know what is coming.”

  With each word he spoke, she felt herself recoil. Why was he saying these things?

  “But when it comes to you, Milah, I don’t want another man’s leftovers.” He pressed a kiss to her thigh. “Any man who dares to touch you, I’ll fucking kill.” He kissed her other leg. “You are mine, and I am never going to give you back.”

  “I’m a Russo,” she said.

  She wasn’t trying to dampen the mood, but he couldn’t forget that. They were enemies.”

  He laughed. “No, Milah. You’re mine.”

  She screamed as pleasure rushed through her body. His mouth went between her thighs, and she knew what all the books had spoken of was true. This was real pleasure. This was worth fighting for.

  Milah couldn’t believe her first time was going to be with her family’s sworn enemy. A man she should despise. A man who was making her ache in all the right places.

  His tongue danced across her clit, stroking around and over, consuming her with need. It just didn’t stop. The pleasure was instant, intense, and Milah cried out, begging for more and not wanting it to end.

  Damon’s hands went beneath her body, gripping her ass, squeezing the flesh, and tightening his grip. She loved the sharp bite of possession, and with the way he lapped at her pussy, she felt the waves of her orgasm starting to build. Her body no longer felt like her own. She shouldn’t feel this way because of who De Luca was, but there was no holding back. The feel of him was almost too much and at the same time not enough.

  “Please,” she said, desperate and begging.

  He growled against her flesh. Then he sent her over the edge, and she couldn’t stop his name from falling from her lips as he took her to the stars. She had never felt like this. Not ever.

  She didn’t want it to stop, but slowly, even before her orgasm was over, Damon released her. He stepped back, and she watched, a little dazed as he started to undress.

  Milah pressed her thighs closed, but he merely tutted. “Keep them open.”

  She had no choice.

  He was the one in charge. She wanted to continue touching herself to prolong the pleasure his wicked tongue had caused. Excitement filled her as she watched him undress, revealing his heavily inked body.

  Even as she hated him, she couldn’t deny the sudden hit of attraction. It wasn’t right or normal, but at that moment, she truly didn’t care.

  All of her focus was on this moment. Of feeling Damon.

  He wasn’t the man she wanted, but she was determined to enjoy this. Damon hadn’t raped her. He hadn’t used force. There was manipulation, and he’d used her concern for the pups to get what he wanted. She’d already begged.

  Damon knelt on the bed, nudging her thighs open with the sheer size of him. He stared down at her, and she looked up at him, waiting.

  “This is going to hurt,” he said. “I can’t change that.”

  She licked her lips and nodded. “I know.”

  Her heart raced as his hand moved down. She hadn’t looked at his dick, too afraid to. She waited, staring at him, curious and wondering how painful it would be. Would he be too large for her to handle?

  She felt him between her thighs, and just as he tensed up, about to take her, there was a knock at the door.

  Milah looked toward the door before glancing back at Damon. No one had ever interrupted them before. Why now?

  “Sir, there has been an attack.”

  ****

  Damon made his way into his nightclub, Toxic. Anger filled him after being interrupted as he was about to take care of step two of his plan. Milah had been willing, waiting for his cock. He intended to fuck her raw, to fill her full of his cum and hope she got pregnant.

  She’d been so responsive.

  He’d never bedded a virgin before, so this was a first for him. James’s interruption had pissed him off, but he needed to be notified of any attack. Especially one that had also taken civilian casualties.

  His men within the law enforcement had brought him up to speed on the details. Three of his nightclubs had been attacked. Toxic, he was currently in, as well as two others, Wicked and Burn. Raoul waited for him.

  Milah followed close behind him. He’d been tempted to leave her back at the house, but with a traitor in his midst, he wanted her close. Russo wasn’t going to get a chance to get near his daughter. Not on his watch.

  “Where is it?” Damon asked.

  Raoul looked toward Milah. She stood with James by her side as she looked around the office. He liked large spaces. It was one of the many reasons his nightclubs thrived. People loved the space, the freedom to go crazy.

  “Would you like her removed?” Raoul asked.

  “She is mine. Show me the footage.” He snapped his fingers, bored with having to ask a second time.

  Raoul placed the laptop he’d been carrying under his arm. The cops were not aware of the tight security he kept. They were only privy to the most basic of cameras he let them know about. De Luca wasn’t a fool. The best way to stay in control was to be one step ahead of the game, and that was making sure his enemies didn’t have a place to run.

  With cameras everywhere, they couldn’t hope to take them all out without being seen first.

  Staring at the screen, he watched the multitude of live feeds. Raoul pressed some keys, wiping out several of the cameras and bringing into focus the main dance floor, the bar, as well as the bathrooms.

  He then forwarded it, and Damon watched as his staff started to attack the people.

  The bartender had a gun stashed under the bar, and he began shooting at the bar. The attendant in the bathroom took out three people using the room.

  “Where are these men?” Damon asked.