Emperor of Lust: A Dark Mafia Enemies To Lovers Romance
Emperor of Lust: Chapter 15

The water beats down around us, hot and heavy, but all I feel, taste and know is him.

Damian’s kiss is rough, claiming, shattering every thought and fear, pulling me deeper, stripping away all my control until I’m left with only the burn of his mouth on mine.

He presses me harder against the cool tile of the shower wall, his hands roaming over me, pulling me closer. He breaks the kiss only to tilt his head, a dark gleam in his eye that’s both thrilling and a warning before his mouth drops to my neck savagely. I cry out, my heartbeat stuttering as his teeth pierce the skin, soothing the tenderness he’s created a moment later with his lips and tongue.

He lifts me, holding me in his unyielding grip, and I cling to him, my legs wrapped around his waist, weightless, floating, as he steps out of the shower and into the bedroom. The world around us blurs, shrinking to the heat between us, to our raw, reckless need.

He sets me down in the middle of the room and slowly begins to circle me, his jaw tight, his eyes fierce. Even when he walks behind me, I can feel his unrelenting gaze sear through me, igniting something dark and hidden.

Damian reaches for the thin neck strap of my dress at the back and tugs sharply, making me gasp as he rips it. The gown slips down my body, the fabric pooling at my feet as he continues his slow, predatory walk until he’s in front of me again.

Watching me. Devouring my nakedness with his gaze.

He turns his head, nodding to the padded bench at the foot of the bed.

“Kneel.”

His low, rough voice sends a jolt through me. Instinctively, before I even know what I’m doing, I’m stepping softly across the floor to the bench. Raw electricity claws up my spine as I sink down onto the bench, my skin prickling with anticipation.

I don’t even know or recognize what version of me this is.

And I don’t care. Because I want this—the dark, reckless part of him that calls to that same darkness in me.

Damian drifts behind me, his hands landing on my hips.

“Face the window.”

A needy pulse throbs inside me as I obey, turning sideways on the soft bench, still kneeling.

Something soft and thick lands on my shoulder before falling across one breast. I glance down and my pulse jumps when I see the silky, braided red rope tumbling down into my cleavage. Damian tugs softly, pulling the end of it, letting it tease across one pebbled, tight nipple.

“Tonight, Kitsune,” he growls deep into my ear, “I’m going to show you what being mine really means.”

I gasp as he grabs my hands and tugs them behind my back.

“Do you know what shibari is?”

My pulse skips as I nod my head.

Obviously, given my history, I’ve never tried it. But I know that shibari is the Japanese technique of using rope in visually pleasing ways to bind a partner—sometimes even to bind oneself.

It’s about the artistry of it as much as it is the restraint. Still, the very idea of it has always freaked me out.

But now?

I’m excited.

Damian crosses my wrists at the small of my back, and I shiver when I feel the silky rope slither and coil around them. He loops it again, wrapping the rope around and between my wrists before he knots it with a firm tug that sends something needy and vicious throbbing through my system.

This should be sending me into a full-blown panic attack as I relive every horrifying moment of that night eight years ago, sinking into the nightmare, drowning in anxiety and panic.

But I’m not.

I feel fucking alive.

I close my eyes, surrendering to the strange, thrilling rush as he tightens the last knot. My breathing is shallow, my pulse erratic, but I don’t fight it. Instead, I let the adrenaline wash over me, allow fear to mix with excitement until they’re one and the same.

He steps in front of me, his fingers lifting up my chin. “Look at me.” His voice is soft but commanding. I open my eyes and the intensity in his gaze, the dark, unyielding hunger, steals my breath.

Wordlessly, he gathers my hair in his hand as he slowly walks behind me. My pulse skips as his grip tightens and he starts to move his fingers. It takes me a second to realize he’s putting my hair into a single, long braid. Electricity pulses under my skin as he lets the braid drop between my shoulder blades and slowly moves in front of me.

He’s holding a blood-red silk scarf.

I’m half-expecting the panic that I’ve managed to hold back to finally escape in a mad frenzy when he starts to tie the silk over my eyes.

Instead, pure desire pools in my core, engulfing me like flames as he pulls the silk tight. His hand wraps around the braid running down my back, coiling it around his fist and pulling hard enough to drag a low whine from my throat.

“Open your mouth, Kitsune,” Damian growls quietly. “Show me what a good little cum slut you are.”

He pulls me down as the filthiness of his words hits me. Something swollen and slick runs over my lips, and my thighs squeeze together when I realize it’s his thick, hot, hard cock.

Fuck.

My lips part as he pushes between them with a low groan. He doesn’t ram inside, but he’s not gentle, either. There’s a commanding insistence to the way he guides his fat cock over my tongue, stretching my lips and jaw wide as I moan.

Damian hisses as his cock hits the back of my throat. I gag a little, but the pure adrenaline that explodes through me when he grips my hair tighter and rocks his hips against my mouth has me fighting to keep him there.

He rolls his hips back, sliding his slick, throbbing cock from my mouth. I moan when I feel the swollen head drag over my bottom lip before he roughly pushes right back inside.

My eyes roll back behind the silk, my body tingling and squirming as Damian starts to fuck my mouth.

“Good girl,” he groans, thrusting in and out slowly, letting the head almost pop out from between them before he guides it into the back of my throat again. “Such a pretty little mouth wrapped around my big fucking dick.”

I feel him lean over me and I flinch, moaning with my mouth full of his cock when his palm cracks across my bare ass. He does it to the other cheek, spanking me hard, sending fire chasing over my tender skin. I whine as I replace myself swallowing his dick deeper, choking on him as moans tumble from my lips and spit drips down my chin.

His hand spanks my ass again before it slowly slides down between my thighs from behind. I whimper eagerly, arching my back as his fingers tease over my pussy, parting my lips. Then I moan loudly when he sinks two fingers into me, thrusting them in and out as he grabs my braid and starts to fuck my mouth even harder.

Lewd, wet gluck sounds fill the room as Damian fucks me from both ends, turning me into a puddle. My back arches, my body quivering as I thrust back and forth on his fingers and his cock.

Suddenly, his fingers slide out. With a low groan, he pulls his pulsing cock from my gasping, hungry mouth. His hand cups my jaw, and when his fingers trace my lips, I instantly know which hand it is.

“Taste how fucking messy your cunt gets for me, Kitsune,” he growls roughly in my veiled darkness. “Taste how fucking greedy your little hole is.”

I’m shaking as two slick fingers slip between my lips and push over my tongue, sinking deep into my mouth.

I taste good.

Damian keeps his fingers there, stroking my tongue as his thumb lifts my chin. Suddenly, I feel his lips on me, his mouth kissing the corner of mine. His tongue pushes in along with his fingers, dueling and dancing, tasting my slickness on my fingers alongside me, utterly invading my mouth.

My body clenches and coils, my thighs squeezing tight with an aching need for more.

Damian chuckles low as he pulls away. His fingers stroke my lips, then glide over my jaw, then my neck as he starts to walk behind me again.

“Such an eager little fuck toy,” he murmurs quietly, his voice venom and silk. “But all this squirming around is a problem.”

I tremble when his hand slides up the small of my back, teasing up my spine before pausing between my shoulder blades.

“Let’s do something about that.”

Damian suddenly shoves me forward, pushing my face into the cushion and loosening the rope around my wrists. The second they’re free, he grabs one and yanks that hand back, my arm pressing to the outside of my bent knee until my wrist is against my ankle.

Oh fuck…

My core tightens, adrenaline and need humming in my veins as he slowly and deliberately wraps the soft red rope around my ankle and wrist, binding them together. He pulls my other arm down to the other bent knee, binding those too.

The silky red rope coils and knots up my calves and my forearms. Pure lust courses through me like napalm as Damian deftly and sensually loops the rope around my thighs, my waist, cinching it at my hips and bringing a length of it up my spine.

I shudder when he loops it between and around my breasts, the soft rope wrapping around them tight against my skin, making my nipples ache and stiffen.

When I feel his fingertips tease down my hip and then slip away, I know he’s done.

I can’t move a muscle. But I’m trembling everywhere.

I gasp quietly as I feel his fingertips trace down the back of one of my thighs, then up to dance lightly over my ass, then down the other thigh. My body ripples and tingles as primal heat pools between my legs.

“I wish you could see yourself right now,” Damian growls quietly, almost reverently. “Like a perfect little fuck doll, all bound and tied. So pretty.”

He runs a finger across one of the ropes pressing into the skin of my thigh, making me tremble.

Suddenly, warm air teases over my bare pussy, making me gasp sharply. Then, without warning, I feel his tongue dragging up between my lips. I moan in pleasure, twisting and writhing against my bonds as Damian slowly, languidly, teases his tongue up and down my slit.

His lips wrap around my throbbing clit, sucking hard as his tongue curls around the aching bud. I cry out, choking out my pleasure as I strain at the ropes. It only makes them tighter.

More immobilizing.

Puts me more at his mercy.

Damian’s tongue drags back up and plunges inside of me. I moan into the cushion, shaking everywhere as he fucks me with his tongue. His large, strong hands splay out across my ass, spreading me wide open as he devours me.

I squeal when his tongue slips higher, circling my asshole as my eyes bulge behind the blindfold.

“Damian…”

The unfamiliar sensation throws me at first. But as the tip of his tongue swirls and dances over my most private place, the sensations become way too wild to ignore. My mouth goes slack, my body trembling as Damian spreads me open and pushes his tongue into my ass. His palm cracks down on my upturned butt, making me squeal and writhe as he licks, driving me insane.

He moves back to my clit, wrapping his lips tightly around it and sucking. I can feel my body shaking and trembling, my pulse skipping and throbbing as my mouth falls open in a silent scream.

Wild, explosive tension begins to build in my core. My moans and his savage growls fill the room and my ears as he devours my pussy. My thighs start to quiver, my breath coming in ragged, staccato gasps until suddenly, Damian swirls his tongue around my swollen clit, and it’s the final straw.

I scream into the cushion as my body convulses against the tight knots binding me. My arousal coats his tongue as I sob my release into the darkness, shaking all over as his tongue keeps dancing over my clit.

I’m still gasping for breath as he stands, a mess of moans and whimpers as he roughly grabs my braid and wraps it around his fist.

“I’m not done with you yet, Kitsune…”

He tugs sharply on my braid, sending bolts of electricity zipping through my scalp. I feel him move behind me, and my breath catches when I feel the sheer size of his swollen cock tease against my slick pussy.

“Are you on birth control, Kitsune?” Damian growls as he bends over me and tugs my head up by the braid wrapped around his fist.

My nipples are tight and electric against the cushioned bench beneath me, my knees shaking, my back sharply arched as his dick teases against my lips.

“N-no…” I choke out. “I⁠—”

“Good.”

It feels like I’m getting split in half and his cock is suddenly in my fucking throat as Damian rams every inch of his thickness into me with one brutal stroke. I don’t even recognize the needy, submissive whine that comes from my mouth, my body spasming in the ropes.

Damian hisses through clenched teeth, staying deep inside, like he’s savoring the feeling of my walls clenching and rippling around his cock. My knees shake on the cushion as he rolls his hips, grinding himself deep.

“Fuck me,” he groans. “Your pretty little pussy is trying to strangle my cock, Kitsune,” he hisses darkly. “Such a fucking greedy little hole, so hungry for my big dick.”

My eyes roll back in my head, my jaw slack as he slowly withdraws, until just the swollen, bulging head is inside me. But the reprieve only lasts a second before he’s pushing right back in, cramming every inch of his huge cock into my tightness.

Another unrecognizable, guttural sound comes from my throat as he pulls back again before ramming in once more. My fingers claw at my ankles, muscles straining against the soft red rope cutting into my skin.

I cry out as Damian grabs the rope at the small of my arched back, using it like a handle. His hips roll as he starts to thrust into me harder and faster, yanking me back and making me take every fucking inch of him.

Embarrassingly lewd squelching sounds fill the room as Damian fucks me with brutal, powerful strokes. I’m so fucking wet I can feel it dripping down my thighs, and I’ve given up trying to stop the animal noises coming from my throat.

The harder he fucks me, the more the ropes dig into my skin.

The more at his mercy I become.

The closer I get to an orgasm that I know is going to be explosive, cathartic and raw.

Like nothing I’ve never felt before.

Damian groans, using his grip on the ropes and my hair to pull me onto his cock over and over, until it’s me who’s fucking him, a needy, horny little slut, taking every inch of him deep and still moaning for more.

“That’s it, Kitsune,” he grunts as his cock rams into me. “Bounce on my fucking dick. Show me what an obedient little cumslut my fiancée is. Show me how fucking desperate you are to come all over my cock.”

The coiling sensation inside me tightens like the ropes around my body. It starts like a shaking, trembling feeling. My knees start to quiver, the small of my back tightening and arching desperately. My nipples drag electrically against the cushion, and my pussy clenches around his fat cock as I shove back onto it with reckless abandon.

Every stroke pushes me closer to the edge. Every thrust breaks down every barrier, every defense, until I’m nothing but raw, fiery lust.

“Come for me, Kitsune,” his rough, rasping, velvety voice snarls into my ear before his lip bites down hard on the lobe. His grip tightens, ramming into me over and over as my world blurs at the edges. “That greedy little pussy is going to make me come so fucking hard,” he grunts. “Make me come, Kitsune…” I cry out as he pounds into me, his teeth raking down my neck as he pins my cheek to the cushion. “Take every fucking drop of my cum like a good girl.”

It’s the timing of “good girl” as he sinks himself in me to the hilt that does it. The blur around the edges of my reality intensifies. My vision fades out as my body arches and strains against my ropes, spasming and shaking before suddenly, I explode.

I scream out my orgasm as it rips through me. The growing pain of the ropes cutting into me only makes the pleasure more intense. I’m shaking everywhere as Damian pounds into me, his abs hitting my ass, his heavy balls slapping against my clit before he buries himself deep and groans.

A moan shudders through my chest as his hot cum spills into me. His thick cock twitches and pulses, pumping his cum deep as he pulls my head up by my braid, twisting my face around before his mouth crashes to mine, kissing me like he’s claiming me.

In that moment, my entire world is the unrelenting power of him, and the intoxicating thrill of my surrender.

We stay like that a minute, his cock still balls-deep inside me as he lazily kisses my mouth, his tongue tasting my lips as he toys with my hair. Then slowly, he breaks away, and I gasp quietly when he slides his length from between my legs.

As he starts to untie me, my adrenaline high begins to fade, replaced by a strange tension. When the last of the ropes slips from my bruised, still quivering body and he’s removed the red silk from around my eyes, I sit up, wrapping my arms around myself as reality returns.

Two minutes ago, I was bound on my knees, moaning deliriously as he fucked me like an animal.

Suddenly, it’s as if someone’s turned the lights back on. I feel exposed and weirdly vulnerable being completely naked—not to mention the marks on my skin, my swollen lips, and the fact that I can feel his cum leaking out of me.

Damian seems completely unfazed by the fact that we’re both nude. In fact, I’m beginning to think he might be even more at ease naked than clothed.

But I suddenly feel the need to cover. I turn, grabbing the throw blanket from the edge of the bed. Just as I start to pull it over, his hand shoots out, stopping me.

“Nope.”

I frown as I turn to him. “What?”

“No,” he repeats, his tone pleasant but firm as he shrugs. The control in his voice grates on me, and a sliver of defiance rises inside me.

“I’m just covering⁠—”

“No. You’re not.”

I scowl, hugging my arms around myself. “Control freak,” I mutter. His expression doesn’t change, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. I huff, pushing myself off the bed and walking into the bathroom.

Inside, I flick on the light, wincing a little as my eyes adjust. My cheeks burn as I stare at myself in the mirror.

Jesus Christ. I look like…well, like I just had the shit fucked out of me. Which, granted, I did.

For a second, I allow myself to grin at reflection despite the blush on my face.

Whatever this probably unhealthy thing is with Damian, there’s zero question that I just had—bar none—the best sex of my life. Granted, I haven’t had much of it. After what happened with Josh that night in school, sex wasn’t exactly a high priority. But I did try eventually. It just never…I don’t know…felt like I thought it was supposed to. There were no “explosions” or “fireworks” or anything like that. It just felt—mechanical.

I guess that’s why I’ve tended to seek out relationships like the one I had with Scott, where sex wasn’t even on the table.

But now, for the first time, I think I understand the whole “fireworks and explosions” thing.

A lot.

I take in my disheveled reflection again: my hair half out of the braid Damian put it into. My skin crisscrossed with red marks and slightly bruised indentations from the ropes. My makeup trashed, my lips smudged and swollen.

His cum is still dripping down my thighs.

Hastily, I grab some tissues and clean up. I wash my face and brush my teeth, taking the braid out before I walk back into the bedroom.

It’s still dark, illuminated only by the neon of the Ginza district outside. Damian’s in bed with the covers pulled back in a clear invitation.

I hesitate awkwardly at the foot of the bed.

“Get in,” he says, in that familiar commanding tone.

“This isn’t real, Damian,” I say quietly, a reminder to myself as much as to him.

“I’m well aware our engagement isn’t real, Hana,” he grunts. It’s weirdly foreign to hear him use my name instead of Kitsune or princess. “But our arrangement is.”

My brow furrows. “Arrangement?”

His lips curl dangerously. “The one where I own you and you do as I say.”

I bristle. The commanding tone in bed—or on the bench, if we’re splitting hairs—is one thing. Bossiness outside of that—forbidding me to cover up, telling me where to sleep—feels too much.

Plus…and I have no interest in sharing this with him…

…I’ve never actually slept in a bed with anyone.

Ever.

Much like being pinned or held down, being in a bed with a man has always felt…not great. Triggering.

I shake my head. “I’m… I’ll just sleep on the couch.”

Damian’s gaze darkens. “No, you won’t,” he growls. He points to the bed next to him. “You’ll sleep here.”

“Why—”

“Because I said so,” he snaps. “Now get. In.”

His piercing violet gaze is unrelenting, and my resolve wavers under its intensity. I don’t want to surrender—I don’t want the gnawing sensation of climbing into a bed with him.

But telling him why I don’t want to feels dangerous. At the end of the day, despite everything we just did, there is an element of danger with Damian.

So I shudder as I quietly make my way to the other side of the bed and climb in.

“Happy?” I whisper, feeling a clawing sensation at the back of my neck, dragging me back to that night in school.

“Ecstatic,” Damian mutters. “Glad you remembered our arrangement.” He tosses and punches his pillow a few times before he settles and closes his eyes. “Night.”

“Night,” I mumble back, the pressure on my neck beginning to choke off my breath and the clawing feeling in my chest starting to slice away at me.

Somehow I stay where I am, sitting up in bed and counting to higher and higher numbers to distract myself—an exercise one shrink taught me years ago. By the time I hit four hundred, Damian is fast asleep next to me, his breathing deep and even.

I almost trip over myself jumping out of bed. Instantly it’s like I can breathe again, and the whining, gnawing sensation inside of me quiets.

I take a deep breath and head for the door. Then I spot something on the floor, and I stop.

It’s the ropes from earlier, now lying coiled and discarded.

I glance at the door, then back at Damian, sleeping.

Then at the ropes.

Then at Damian.

My lips curl devilishly.