Betrothed to a CEO, inlove with a MAFIA

Episode 7

Claire’s POV

"Damian! Stop... Please, Damian, stop," I pleaded, struggling desperately against the overpowering force that held me in place. My heart thundered in my chest, fear coursing through every fiber of my being. The man I had loved and respected for so long was on the brink of violating me, and it was a horrifying realization.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I could feel them spilling over as my throat tightened with anguish. All I could do was cry and beg for his mercy. Damian's lips were relentless on my n****e, his aggressive nibbling and kissing sending waves of terror through me. His hands gripped my neck tightly, choking the air out of my lungs. I struggled to breathe, gasping for air.

A physical struggle would have been futile; his strength and muscular build far surpassed my own. In that moment, I felt utterly powerless. It was as if he could tear me apart without any hesitation or effort.

Just as I had resigned myself to this nightmarish fate, Damian abruptly stopped, as though he'd been jolted by an electric shock. Without a word, he stormed out of my room, leaving me trembling in his wake.

With trembling hands, I rose from the bed and rushed to lock the door. Collapsing to the floor, my heart shattered, and my body shook as the tears continued to flow unchecked.

This wasn't the Damian I had known and loved for the past four years. This was a stranger, a monster. Throughout our time together, he had never raised his voice, let alone his hands, against me. Even when I pushed him to the brink with my annoying antics, he would simply leave the room or the house, sometimes disappearing for days or weeks. He had never forced me to do anything against my will.

I couldn't help but reminisce about the first night I had spent in his house when we had just officially started dating. It had been a night filled with happiness and promise. We had celebrated our newfound love with a bottle of wine.

"Do you like this?" he had asked, a dangerously cute smile on his face.

"Anything is fine by me," I had replied, my cheeks flushed from blushing.

He had fetched the wine and two glasses, settling beside me on the couch. With a sense of anticipation, he had poured the wine into our glasses.

"Here you go," he had said, handing me a glass.

The wine had been sweet but strong, and soon I was feeling lightheaded. With my head spinning, I moved closer to him, resting my head on his chest. My fingers traced the contours of his face as I gazed deeply into his eyes.

In return, Damian had looked at me with a depth of love that made my heart race. He planted a tender kiss on my forehead, but I craved more. Rising from my seat, I straddled his lap, my hands finding their way to his neck. Our eyes locked, and I began planting soft kisses on his cheek, gradually moving to the hollow of his neck, where I kissed and nibbled with a mixture of desire and affection.

I traced a trail of tender kisses from his neck down to his chest. Without hesitation, I placed my lips on his n****e, causing him to jump with surprise. His voice, deep and seductive, broke the silence, "You should stop now, Claire."

"Shhhh," I replied, my gaze locked onto his. Ignoring his plea, I continued to suck, nibble, and flick my tongue around his n****e, eliciting a soft moan from him.

I persisted, my hands gripping his hair as I ran my fingers through it. His resistance wavered, "Damn this," he muttered before flipping me over and pinning me to the couch. Our eyes met, ablaze with the intensity of the moment.

"I really want to make love to you now," he whispered sweetly into my ear. His hands began to explore my inner thigh.

"I... I," I stammered, struggling to find words amidst the rising desire.

"Just tell me to stop, and I will," he whispered, his hands moving deeper along my thigh. My body shuddered, a soft moan escaping my parted lips, my eyes closed in the ecstasy of the moment.

His hot breath caressed my neck with slow, feather-light kisses in between. His lips trailed kisses from my neck down to my collarbone, then to my cleavage. "Ahhhhh," I gasped as he brushed his fingers against my panties, igniting my sensitivity.

"You're so wet for me," he murmured into my ear, nibbling gently. I was in a state of euphoria, my eyes filled with ecstasy as he sucked on my earlobes with his lips and explored my sensitive area with his hand.

"Stop!" I suddenly screamed as he penetrated my most intimate part with his middle finger, a wave of realization washing over me.

"I'm so sorry, Damian, but we have to stop," I said, my breath heavy.

"But..." he began, and I interrupted him firmly, "No 'buts,' Damian. Remember your promise to help me keep the vow I made to wait until marriage." I stared at him with pleading eyes.

"I understand. It won't be easy," he said as he lay beside me on the couch, pulling me close.

"I love you, Damian," I whispered as he gently kissed my forehead.

But today, the same man who had sworn to protect me almost violated me. I knew I had betrayed his trust, but it didn't justify his behavior. I struggled not to let hatred fester, but he pushed me to the brink, leaving me feeling nothing but disgust and resentment. I vowed to make him pay for violating and disrespecting me, even if it was the last thing I did.

Damian's POV:

"Have you acquired any intel yet?" I asked impatiently over the phone.

"No boss, but I'm working on it," my man replied with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"You better. You have just two days to present all the information I need," I said sternly.

"Okay boss," he replied, still sounding unsure.

I ended the call abruptly; I had no time for lengthy conversations this morning. He knew better than to fail me on this task. I needed to unearth who was after my father and why. I understood that he wouldn't want me involved, but in the end, he'd appreciate it.

I set down my coffee cup on my study table and returned to what I was working on with my laptop. After closing it, I approached the window overlooking the garden, rubbing my temple to alleviate the migraine that had plagued me. Sleep had eluded me last night, haunted by the events of the evening. It was never my habit to force myself on a woman; they usually came willingly to my bed. I provided them with a lavish lifestyle, but it ended there, with them as my mistresses. That all changed when I met Claire. I loved her deeply, making promises I now regret. I felt foolish for trying to protect her honor while she was with another man, and she ultimately left me for him. She deserved what happened last night, and there would be consequences. If she chose to act like a dog, I'd treat her as one.

"Boss," one of my men called, breaking my thoughts.

"Speak," I commanded.

"Mr. Dylan is here to see you," he replied respectfully.

"Dylan?" I was surprised by his unexpected visit.

"I'll be with him shortly," I said, dismissing my man. I collected myself and made my way to the living room, where Dylan awaited.

Dylan has been my friend for years. The situation in which we met was quite unpleasant, but we ended up having a lot of things in common, except for the fact that he liked men and I liked women. I never judged him for his sexuality. He was the only child of a famous and influential business tycoon. His father had high expectations for him, including getting married and giving him grandchildren. This prevented him from coming out to his father about his sexuality but I encouraged him to do so, believing that the sooner, the better.

When he finally did come out, it was chaotic. He and his father were at odds for more than two years. I did my best as a friend to support him in every way I could through the crisis. It's been six years since Dylan came out, and his father is still struggling to accept who he is. But Dylan doesn't care. He plans on introducing his boyfriend to his father very soon, hoping to gain his blessings and approval, even though he says, 'Not like I really need it, though.'"

"What brings you here?" I asked as I descended the stairs.

"Duhhh, visiting my best friend, of course," he replied with exaggerated gestures, a playful smile on his face.

I grabbed a bottle of wine from the cellar and walked towards the balcony, with Dylan following.

With a stern expression, I asked, "How did you know I was here?"

"Well, for starters, I've been to your other house twice, but your men wouldn't tell me anything. You haven't been taking calls for the past week, so I figured you were either up to no good or needed some time to clear your head. So, I took a guess," he replied, looking suspicious.

"These past few weeks have been a roller coaster," I sighed.

"My father had a severe heart attack," I continued, and concern filled Dylan's eyes as he inquired about his condition.

"He's better. The doctor sent a private nurse to look after him. I spoke to him the night before, and he confirmed he was doing better," I reassured Dylan.

"Thank goodness. So, what else have you been up to?" Dylan asked, his gaze still skeptical.

"Nothing much, but remember one of my men I told you about, the one I had suspicions about? Turns out he was stealing from me and planning to sell secrets about our syndicate for a price ," I disclosed.

"That's messed up. Have you dealt with it?" Dylan inquired.

"I had him abducted, tortured, and eliminated," I replied casually.

"You... you killed someone?!" a voice echoed from behind us, filled with shock.