Page 35 of Sweet Temptation

I sit there patiently, trying to keep my emotions in check while he explains himself. "My father died when I was ten, and then my mother became capo and ran the household like a business. To her, we weren't children, we were soldiers." His voice is harsh when he speaks of her.

"I was born and raised in the mafia crime world. I belong to the famiglia, and I bleed and kill for them whenever it's deemed necessary. My friend Sam is a part of a mafia family as well, just not mine. He belongs to the Costa Nostra in Orlando, Florida, and Sam's father, Tobias Delgado, is the capo. Scarlet is a mafia princess from New York City, the outfit. It's a totally different mafia family from mine and Sam's, but she's a rival enemy, hence the hatred," he finishes.

I blink as the shock takes over. That wasn't… I figured maybe a gang or something along those lines, but the mafia? It never really came to mind. Holy shit.

Damon grips my face between his hands and keeps his eyes on mine. "My mother would have you killed for this knowledge. I killed Emily for the knowledge you know, because I had to. But this time around is different. I'd die before anything ever touched you," he growls.

A tear falls from my eye. "You want to know why I would die for you? Because nobody can have you, Cinderella. You are mine. Every part of you belongs to me. Your heart. Your soul. Your body. You. Are. Mine. And I'm sorry, but I can't say those words to you. Not yet, and maybe never."

The tears don't stop falling as I fall into him. "Damon," I croak through my sobs. This information is way too much all at once. And then to add the fact that he would die for me? It's a lot.

Pulling down the hospital blanket, I set it on the chair beside me as I eyed him cautiously. "What about your wound?" I whisper.

"I've had worse things happen." He grins at me, the open heart emotion forgotten. "But again, I'm not fucking you," he replies, pulling me into the bed with him and gently curling my body into his.

I smile softly and eye the hospital gown. "Can I…" I whisper, eying where I know his wound is. Damon nods, watching me as I stare at his now stitched up wound. There are purple bruises all over the area and it looks so gross, but it'll heal. He will heal. He has to.

We are about to do this? Cuddle? In a mafia medical room. With his soldiers only metres away when they could have orders to kill me at any second. My lips tremble as I curl into him and close my eyes.

TWENTY

It's been five days since I had surgery, and ten days of me being stuck in this fucking room healing. Thankfully, I'm being released tomorrow to go home, and Hanna has spent the entire ten days here with me.

I think she feels pity for causing this—though she shouldn't, because my mother had her guard executed for what he did. And he would have been worse if I had my hands on him. Fucker touched what's mine.

I stare at Hanna's sleeping form on the chair across from my bed. And my heart speeds up at the sight. The girl crashed into my life, and I didn’t know what to expect.

She grew up thinking her last name was Monroe, but that's her middle name. She was born and raised in New York with her brother. Though clearly the Australian came from somewhere, so maybe her mom? My jaw clenches. Scarlet should have known who Hanna is.

Because Scarlet's father is Hanna's father's second-in-command. Hanna is the runaway outfit princess, as the news called her. She ran away from NYC in her last year of high school.

I'm sure the family knew where she was, but they made a big deal about her running away, even though she's been here in Princeton the entire time. She's not Hanna Monroe. She's the mafia princess of the outfit. My little Cinderella is Hanna Sovrano.

Her eyes flutter as they connect with mine, and she stands, making her way to me. All I can think about is that she thought I was gonna fuck her ten days ago. And I want to. God, I want to know what she feels like.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she stutters, her eyes going back to where my dick is twitching under the covers.

My lips tip in a hidden smile as I beckon her to me. "Come here, Cinderella," I purr.

I watch her, my eyes filled with lust. I can tell her mind is screaming at her as she climbs on the bed, pulling the blankets with her. Clearly not on purpose, and my dick jumps with excitement at her horrified expression.

"That… that monstrous thing was hiding there the entire time!" she squeals.

Grabbing my sides, I start laughing, I can't help it. This girl makes me gone. "Monstrous thing?" I cackle at her.

"Are you kidding?! That's not going to fit inside me." She frowns.

I smirk at her, pulling her chin between my fingers. "We'll make it fit." Hanna stares at me wide eyed. Starting with her shirt, she pulls it over her head before unclipping her bra and letting it settle on the floor with her shirt. Fuck me. I stare at her tits, my mouth going dry.

"Fuck, your tits are fucking perfect," I say, licking my lips. Hanna's face turns red as she unbuttons her jeans and slides them off her legs.

Looping two fingers in her panties and slipping them down her legs, she leaves her discarded clothing on the floor. "Put your legs here, and here," I say, patting each side of my thighs.

Hanna climbs into the bed and does as she's told, hovering over my dick as her legs shake. A smirk makes its way to my lips as I watch her. "Condom?" she whispers.

"Oh, I know." I grin. Digging in my wallet, I pull out a packet and tear it open with my teeth before sliding it down my shaft.

"I need help," she grumbles, eying my condom-covered cock. Her innocence is an even bigger turn on than I thought it would be. I nod and grip her hips, sliding one finger against her folds and clit. I'm satisfied with the fact that she's already soaked for me.

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