Mafia's Surrogate Bride Chapter 19

Damian's POV

Without waiting for her to answer, I grabbed her ankles and pressed her under me.

"Please," she whispered again, the word barely audible as her hands reached for me, fingers scrabbling at the expensive fabric of my shirt.

I caught her wrists easily, pinning them above her head with one hand while the other traced the elegant line of her throat.

"Patience, piccola," I murmured against her ear, enjoying the way she shuddered at the endearment. "You asked for my help. You'll receive it exactly how I choose to give it."

I unbuckled my belt with one hand, and my cock immediately slapped her face.

"Suck it." I pushed my cock to her mouth and ordered.

She grabbed it and began to lick it with the tip of her tongue.

I dare say she is the girl with the worst fucking skills I have ever had. She barely knows how to suck my cock.

I held her head and pushed my cock against her throat.

Her saliva flowed down her chin, and she began to cough violently under my fierce fucking.

I like to see her blushing face and her eyes dazed. It's a pity that this place doesn't have any training tools. It's not as complete as the training room at my home.

"You really should experience the feeling of being dominated once."

I pressed her neck and made her kneel and stick her head up.

Her breasts were almost on the bed, and her ass was raised high.

Her pussy was completely exposed to the air.

I inserted it directly without almost any lubrication.

She moaned and grabbed my wrists: "No. It's too big. I can't do it."

The first time I fucked her, I knew she was tight there. My cock could completely stretch her folds and she couldn't swallow my cock completely.

But I deliberately said, "What's wrong? It sucks very tightly. Alia, not only your mouth craves it, but your pussy also craves my cock so much."

"I didn't." She denied.

I slapped her on the ass: "I don't like lying girls. Every daddy doesn't like his girls lying."

As I said, I fucked her more roughly.

She kept moaning and couldn't keep her kneeling posture.

This arrangement suited me perfectly.

No expectations beyond the physical, no promises to keep, no hearts to break or futures to destroy. She was a problem to be solved, a need to be satisfied, nothing more. The beauty of it was its simplicity—she would get what her craved, and I would take what I wanted without the burden of consequences.

The thought of my grandfather's voice echoed in my mind, that familiar refrain about duty and legacy that had haunted our family conversations for months. "You need an heir, Damian. The Torretti trusts won't wait forever. Your position isn't secure until you've produced the next generation."

Legitimate heirs. Not legitimate wives. There were ways around such complications, ways that didn't involve surrendering control to some manipulative woman who would spend the rest of my life trying to reshape me into her ideal husband.

I could hear the girl's breathing becoming more ragged. This was honest, at least. Pure biology stripped of romantic delusions.

The sound of approaching footsteps in the corridor outside made me still for a moment. Then I heard a familiar voice calling my name.

"Damian? Damian, are you back here?"

Adriana.

I looked down at the woman beneath me, noting the way her eyes widened with panic at the sound of that voice. She tried to cover herself, to muffle the sounds that had been escaping her lips moments before.

An idea—cruel and satisfying—formed in my mind.

"Want to make this more interesting, *piccola*?" I whispered, my voice carrying dark amusement. "Why don't you call out? Let her know exactly where I am and what I'm doing?"

The look of horror that crossed her face was almost as satisfying as her physical responses had been. She shook her head frantically, biting down on her lower lip to stifle any sound.

"Damian?" Adriana's voice was closer now, just outside the door. "I've been looking everywhere for you. We still need to finish our conversation from earlier."

I could practically hear the possessive undertone in her words. She'd already decided I belonged to her, that our families' expectations were the same as reality.

This was exactly why I despised the entire concept of arranged marriages. Adriana saw me as a prize to be won, a position to be secured through family connections and social maneuvering. She had no interest in me as a person—only in the power and status that came with the Cavalieri name.

The girl beneath me had gone completely still, her face flushed with embarrassment and terror at being discovered. I could see her struggling against the drug's effects, trying to regain enough composure to think clearly.

"Want to answer her?" I asked, my voice carrying just enough amusement to make her shiver. "I'm sure she'd love to know exactly what kind of help you're receiving."

Her eyes widened in horror at the suggestion, and I deliberately paused to observe her reaction.

"Please, no," she whispered, but her body betrayed her, arching into my touch even as her mind recoiled from the thought of discovery.

"Damian?" Adriana's voice was closer now, just outside the door. "I know you're here somewhere. The staff said they saw you come this way."

I pressed myself against the girl's entrance, not penetrating but making my intentions unmistakably clear. Her breathing hitched, caught between terror and desperate need.

"Tell me," I murmured, my voice low and dangerous, "do you want her to hear you beg? "

"She's getting closer," I observed conversationally, though my body remained poised for action. "Are you going to stay quiet like a good girl, or shall I make this more interesting for all of us?"

Her hands flew to cover her mouth, though whether to stifle potential sounds or prevent herself from calling out, I couldn't tell. The terror in her eyes was almost as arousing as her earlier desperation.

"Damian Cavalieri!" Adriana's voice carried a note of frustrated imperience now. "This is ridiculous. We have guests waiting, and grandfather specifically asked me to—"

I wrapped my hands around her hair and pulled it back, ramming my cock into her nastily. "Why not just moan louder? Get her over here. Watch how a good girl gets fucked."