The Stolen Mafia Princess

The Truth for a Kiss

{Margo’s POV}

His voice was cold, I’d never heard him like that. “What did he do?” He asked again, he moved his hand to cup my face and lift it to his.

I shook my head. “No Damon.. it’s awful and ugly..” I turned on my heel and ran back up to my room, but he was right on my tail.

I went to close the door but he stopped it, he walked into the room and closed the door behind him. “Margo.. tell me what he did to you, and I will destroy him! I will break every bone in his body, and end his miserable little life! I will protect you from him, just tell me what he did to you!” He said, his voice serious, and caring.

He really would kill David if I wanted him to, without hesitation. “I’ll tell you.. but I want something first..” I said softly.

“What is it that you want Margo?” He asked, strolling over and sitting in my chair that was in front of the fire place.

“I want to try something.. something that I’ve never done..” I whispered, walking over and standing in between his legs.

“You’re drunk Margo, maybe we should go back downstairs and wait for your family to get home.” He said, beginning to stand up.

I gripped his shoulders and pushed him back down into the chair. “I know.. that’s the only reason I can do this without panicking..” I said, wrapping my hands around his neck. “Kiss me Damon..” I whispered, our faces merely inches from one another.

“What?” He asked, slightly shocked.

I pressed my body against his, my chest to his chest, and my arms still around his neck. “Please.. kiss me..” I whispered, running my fingers through his hair.

“Margo.. we shouldn’t..” he said, softly, his head leaning towards mine.

“Damon.. I’ll tell you everything you want to know.. I just want you to kiss me.. so please.. kiss me!” I whimpered.

He slid his arm up the small of my back and ran his hands across my neck. He pulled me closer, and our lips crashed together. He kissed me with passion, and intensity. I entangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. He grabbed me, lifting me up and setting me down on his large thigh. I felt the friction between my legs as I moved against his leg. I mo**** softly, as he licked my bottom lip. He took this moment to slide his tongue into my mouth and explore every crevice inside it. His hands roamed around my neck, and back, and pulled me against his chest. I pulled back, gasping for air, and his lips trailed kisses and soft bites down my neck. I mo****, throwing my head back. “Damon!” I panted out. “More..” I whimpered, pulling myself closer to him, my body was hot and flustered. His hand slipped up under my shirt, and I felt it still on my back.

I panted out in his ear, “Damon.. don’t stop..”

“Are these.. the scars..” he asked, rubbing his fingers across my bare back.

I jumped back and blushed, what did I just do? I just had my first kiss, drunk, and with Damon. “Damon I..” I whimpered.

“You told me you’d answer me, any questions I had. So answer me, please..” he whispered, grabbing my hand and pulling me back to him. He turned me around, and lifted my shirt slightly. Once he saw my scars he gasped, and his finger tips trailed over some of them. “How could anyone do this to you?” He asked.

“I don’t know..” I began, but I gasped, as I felt his lips against my back kissing my scars. “Damon!” I mo****. He turned me back around and pulled me into his lap, to where I was straddling his legs. He pulled me into another kiss, one filled with passion, and my body burned. I wrapped my arms around his neck, running one hand up into his hair, and the other down his back. I clawed his back, as he deepened the kiss. His hands wandered the backs of my legs and pulled me up against him. Our hips ground together, and I felt his d*** harden underneath me. I pulled back, and panted heavily, “Damon..” I whispered. His mouth began moving down my neck, and found itself at my chest. He kissed his way down to my cleavage then licked his way back up to my ear.

He bit down softly on my ear lobe and groaned. “We need to stop, was this kiss good enough for you princess?” He asked.

I nodded, and turned to stand up, but felt a little clumsy as I still was drunk. I fell back into his lap, and he pulled me up bridal style against his chest.

We heard car doors closing, and footsteps coming up the front steps. “If they catch you in here with me!” I gasped.

He just stayed in the chair holding me bridal style. “Pretend to be asleep, then they won’t bother to question anything!” He said.

I nodded, and closed my eyes, relaxing my body against his. Soon the bedroom door flung open and Angelo walked in. “What are you doing in here?” He began, walking over to us. He looked down and noticed me sleeping in his arms.

“She told me she didn’t want to be left alone, so I sat with her for a few minutes. She was in the window crying, so I brought her here and comforted her. She ended up falling asleep, right before you all got here.” He said smoothly. “Want to take her? Or I can go put her in her bed.”

“Okay.. go ahead, I know she gets lonely, and scared.. so I can see her asking you to stay with her.” Angelo said, turning and making his way to the door. “Get her tucked in, and come downstairs, we need to talk about David.. the one who took her all those years ago.” He said, as Damon moved me to my bed, brushing my hair and winking down at me.

I blushed and turned over, throwing my blanket over my head. I closed my eyes, and tried so hard to go to sleep, but knowing that they were talking about David.. I had to go see.