She’s not a virgin now. She’s all yours. Fuck, that was a heady thought.
This woman was all his. Every single part of her belonged to him, and he was looking forward to teaching her what her body could do, and showing her how much fun it was going to be between the two of them.
Breaking from the kiss, he traced down to her neck, sucking on her pulse and the most sensitive spot to bring her closer to him. She gave a little wriggle and he pulled back.
Tears spilled out of her eyes, but she made no other sound.
“I never wanted to hurt you.”
“We both knew this was going to be painful,” she said. “There was no stopping it.”
“Do you want me to stop?” He didn’t completely know if he had the willpower to stop. She was everything and this, he desired her. No woman had ever made him feel so alive in all of his life.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“The pain?”
“It’s not as bad. I don’t want you to stop.”
“I hate the thought of hurting you.”
She snorted. “You’ve attacked me harder on the mat, believe me.”
He dropped down, giving her all of his weight, surrounding her. “I’ve read that after this first time, it’s nothing but good.”
“You’ve read about this?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t want tonight to suck.”
“But it does for every woman. Why care?”
He leaned back to stare into her eyes. “You’re going to be my wife for a really long time. I like sex, Isabella, and when I want it, I’m coming to you. There’s never going to be anyone else who matches up. Just you. I know how much fun this can be and I’m not going to take that away from you.”
“Not all men feel that way.”
“I’m not like most men. I think I’ve proven that to you plenty of times. I want you to still be able to take care of yourself. I love that you can fight. You know what a gun is, and you can throw a knife like a pro.” He kissed her lips again. He just couldn’t get enough of her. “I don’t want to change you. You’re going to be the wife at my side and there’s no way I want you afraid of me.”
“You’re really not like the other men, are you?”
“I don’t get off on you being afraid.” He didn’t care about anyone else but his wife, and he couldn’t stand the thought of her flinching away.
“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation right now with … you inside me.”
He pulled out of her and slowly pushed forward, waiting to see if she was in any kind of pain.
No sign of pain showed.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“I want you to stop asking that. No, I don’t want you to stop.” She arched her back and thrust her pelvis up to meet him.
She cried out and he went deeper, driving to the hilt. “Do you think you can handle me?” he asked.
“Yes! Don’t stop.”
He began to thrust inside her. Over and over, he fucked her, going harder and deeper. Her pussy was so tight and slick around his dick. She circled his waist with her legs and he let go of her wrists to cup her ass, holding her in place as he took her, again and again, driving in deep. He glanced between them, watching his cock disappear within her body. He saw some smears of blood. Her virginity.
She was all his. No man would ever know how perfect she felt. How tight she was.
He would cherish this woman all the time. Every single fucking day.
He kissed her hard as he thrust inside her. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman and he felt the first stirrings of his orgasm. He tried to hold back but he couldn’t do it. Slamming every inch of his dick within her, he came hard, filling her with his cum.
He growled her name, groaning at the intense sensation as it filled his body. Each pulse sending more of his cum inside her.
He didn’t let her go.
Time passed.
The pleasure passed.
He stayed within her but moved to the side, keeping her close. He pushed some of her hair off her shoulder. Stroking down the curve of her back, he nibbled on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“You’re worried?”
“I want you to enjoy this.”
“I’m fine.”
“Sore?”
Her cheeks were a beautiful red. “You don’t need to keep asking me that,” she said.
“I want to know.” He slid his fingers down her arm and captured her hand, locking their fingers together. “We’re going to be doing this all the time and I want you to enjoy it.”
“So you’re doing this for completely selfish reasons?”
“Totally. It’s all about me,” he said.
“I’m a little sore but nothing I’m worried about. You?”
“I don’t get sore.” He stared at her, wanting to be in this pose forever.
“Do you think they’re wondering what we’re doing?” she asked.
“They know what we’re doing. Ignore them.”
“Who do you think wants me dead?”
He sighed.
“Don’t do that,” she said.
“Do what?”
“Keep things from me. I’m not a child. I don’t need your protection.”
“You’re not going to like who I narrowed it down to.”
“How many have you got on your list?” she asked.
“Do you really want to talk about this now?”
“Now is a good a time as any.” She sighed. “My dad said life waits for no one. I guess it’s true. No one waits for us.”
“Then, I’m going to clean you up if we’re going to be talking shop.” He climbed out of bed and made his way to the en-suite.
“You don’t have to do that, you know?” she asked.
“I know what I can and cannot do, but I’m going to.” He wrung out a cloth and moved back to the bed. He sat on the edge as she spread her legs. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Kind of hard not to. You’re cleaning me up.”
“It’s all for a good cause.” He wiped away the blood and semen. “My father, The Boss, and Randy.”
“It’s not Randy.”
“You can’t know for sure if it’s him or not,” he said.
She shook her head. “I know him.”
“Do you really?”
“Yeah, I do. He’s loyal to my father. He would never hurt me. You saw the way he is. He wouldn’t dream of putting me in any danger.”
He finished cleaning her pussy.
“Then it’s my father or the Boss.”
“You don’t believe me about Randy, do you?”
“I know you think he’s loyal but your father left you everything, not him. To some men, he could see that as … disrespect.”
She laughed. “You really don’t know Randy.” She sighed. “If you must know, he hates the Family. He would rather see it all burn to the ground. The man we call Boss is his father, and he doesn’t want to see that man have any kind of happiness. You can trust Randy.”
Even as Isabella gave him a reason to believe it couldn’t be, Damon’s experience with men told him differently. Randy wasn’t wiped off his list. If anything, it now made him more of a suspect than ever before.