Emperor of Lust: A Dark Mafia Enemies To Lovers Romance
Emperor of Lust: Chapter 21

My heart is pounding as I stumble behind Damian, his grip unyielding as he pulls me through the dimly lit parking garage. The adrenaline from watching him with Prescott is still burning in my veins, twisting into something dark, electric and unhinged.

He kicks open a side door, pulling me roughly after him and surging out into the crisp night air. The alley behind the theater is deserted, shadows stretching across brick walls. The noise of the city is distant, muted by the adjacent park.

Damian stops, letting go of my hand and turning to face me. The way he’s looking at me should scare me—intense, dangerous, daring me to match him, step for step. But I can’t pull away. My pulse is racing, my breath shallow, my skin practically buzzing with anticipation.

He doesn’t say a word, just lifts his hand, brushing his fingertip along my jaw, grazing my skin with the lightest, softest touch. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, tugging it open.

Something inside me crumbles. I’ve held onto so much for so long—my fears, my past, my iron grip on my boundaries. But now, with Damian looking at me like I’m the only thing he sees, everything else falls away and shatters at my feet.

A quiet whimper escapes my lips. His eyes darken as he steps closer, a low growl slipping from him, possessive, unrestrained.

“Let’s get one fucking thing straight, Kitsune,” he hisses darkly, his violet eyes shining maniacally in the darkness. His hand wraps around my throat, pushing me back until I feel the hard bricks at my back, sending my pulse skyrocketing.

“You. Are. Fucking. Mine,” he rasps, his lips less than an inch away and his breath teasing over my skin. “I’ll fucking kill for what’s mine,” he growls. “And I will fucking take what’s mine.”

His mouth brutally slams down on me, smashing and destroying whatever possible defenses I have left, his tongue demanding entrance as it swirls and dances with my own.

We’ve already crossed every line and broken every boundary I thought I’d always have.

But in that kiss, something changes. Snaps. Shifts. The last lies about this being “pretend” or “just an act” that we’ve used to seal the cracks in the dam collapse.

And when the water rushes out, there’s no stopping the flood from sweeping us both away.

I whimper when Damian roughly grabs my hips and spins me around, pinning me against the brick wall, sending a rush of electricity through me that grounds me even as I feel myself coming undone.

His hands slide up my arms, pinning my wrists over my head, and I revel in the way he holds me like I’m his. There’s no room for anything else in my mind. No past, no regrets. Just the raw, unfiltered sensation of Damian.

He grabs a fist of my hair, yanking and twisting my head around. His mouth crashes to mine, his lips rough, teeth grazing my lower lip until I gasp, the line between pleasure and pain deliciously blurred.

This is freedom, I realize—this dark, reckless surrender. This is what it means to truly let go, to be completely liberated. I thought I’d never feel it.

But Damian knows my darkness. He’s been there, he understands it, and in his possessive grip, I feel alive. More alive than I have in years.

He kisses me harder, and I match him with a fervor that surprises even me. It’s like I’m tapping into some buried part of myself, something fierce and unstoppable, something only he has ever managed to reach. I know, in some wild, reckless corner of my mind that he could ruin me completely, and I wouldn’t care.

His mouth drops to my neck, biting and sucking as I cry out for more. He keeps my hands pinned above my head as he yanks at something with his other arm, and it takes me a second to realize it’s his tie.

I whimper as he brings it up and starts to wrap it around my wrists, binding them tightly together. He reaches up, looping the end of the tie around an old hook set into the brick above my head and pulling it tight until my arms stretch high above my head before he ties that end tight around my wrists.

Chaining me to the wall, completely at his mercy.

His teeth rake down my neck as his hands slide around me, cupping my breasts and roughly pinching and rolling my tender nipples through my gown. I cry out, moaning and arching against him, desperate for his touch, his roughness.

I moan when he savagely rips open the plunging neckline of the dress, spilling my breasts into his brutal hands. His fingers tug and pinch at my nipples again, making me cry out sharply as pleasure and pain explode throughout my system.

One of his hands slides between us, yanking up the hem of my gown and roughly reaching between my legs. I whimper eagerly as his strong fingers stroke my slick pussy through my drenched panties, rolling over my aching clit through the lace.

He groans darkly behind me.

“Now now,” he rasps into my ear. “What exactly has this messy little cunt so wet, Kitsune?”

“You!” I choke, moaning as I writhe against him.

“No one else?” he snarls warningly.

“Never,” I whimper, pushing back against his hand.

“And what about me has made such a fucking mess of this pretty pussy?”

I shudder.

“When you…before…you…” I gasp as he starts to rub my clit in slow, deliberate, teasing circles.

“Say it,” he growls.

“When you…” I feel my face throb. I’m unable to acknowledge this kind of darkness inside me.

“You liked watching me beat that little fuck,” he rasps low in my ear.

I shudder as I hear the forbidden truth in my ear, whimper as my teeth sink into my bottom lip.

“You liked the violence, and the blood,” he hisses. He yanks my panties aside, and I cry out when he shoves two thick fingers into me.

“That’s what’s made such a fucking greedy mess of this little pussy, Kitsune,” he snarls. “Watching me spill blood for you. Commit violence to protect you.”

I whimper, my legs shaking as my eyes squeeze shut.

“You don’t even have to say it,” he growls. “Your pussy is spilling every dark secret you have. You liked watching me do that. You got wet, watching me destroy for you.”

His fingers pump into me, stroking against my g-spot over and over as I cry out against the bricks, straining against the bonds at my wrists.

“Maybe next time, I’ll fucking kill for you, right in front of you,” he snarls. “And fuck you in the pool of blood so you know how fucking mine you are.”

Oh fuck…

Whatever unhinged, depraved mania this is, I’m helpless to stop it. It’s not just the rough way he’s stroking my g-spot and rubbing my clit. It’s not just the savage way he has me pinned and tied to the wall.

It’s that I know he’s right.

I am as dark and as fucked up as him.

Because I am wet at the thought of him spilling blood for me.

Without warning, Damian slips his fingers from my pussy and drops down behind me. I gasp sharply as he shoves my legs apart and yanks my panties down, letting them tighten around my spread knees. He shoves up my gown, and when I feel his mouth on me, I cry out into the darkness.

“Damian!”

A moan rips from my throat as he dives into my dripping wet pussy. He licks my clit from behind, sucking the swollen nub between his lips and swirling the tip of his tongue over it until my legs are shaking and my breath turns ragged and rough.

He spanks my ass hard, making me squeal and yelp as he tongue fucks me. My eyes roll back, my body sagging against the tie binding my wrists to the wall as he pushes deep inside me, tasting every part of me.

His thumb starts to rub my clit, the other hand gripping my ass and spreading me wide open as he devours me. His tongue slips back, and suddenly, my eyes bulge.

“Fuck…”

Pure fire consumes me when I feel his tongue swirling around my asshole. I moan gutturally, shaking and trembling as he licks my ass while rubbing my clit. He forces his tongue deeper, prying me open as I choke out a ragged moan. My legs tremble at the forbidden feeling of his tongue there, the pure eroticism of it setting me ablaze.

His mouth slips back to my clit, sucking on it as his finger teases slow circles around my back hole. My world begins to shatter at the edges, the explosive sensations of his fingertip and his tongue sending me soaring.

The throb inside of me tightens to a knot. The heat begins to consume me, my very skin tingling from my toes and fingertips right into my core. I can feel my legs shaking, the bite of my panties around my knees and the unyielding tightening of the tie around my wrists grounding me and setting me free.

His lips wrap around my swollen clit. His tongue dances over it as the tip of his finger teases my most forbidden place.

It’s like pulling a trigger.

With a sharp cry, I’m exploding for him, writhing shamelessly back against his face as I come hard on his tongue.

I’m still trembling when he stands and roughly yanks his pants open. I moan desperately, greedily, when I feel the hot thickness of his fat cock against my thighs, his hand stroking his length against me.

“No one touches you but me,” he growls, leaning down to bite my earlobe, making me cry out. “Not in this life, or the next. I’ll make sure every fucking inch of you thinks of me every time you fucking breathe.”

He centers his huge, swollen cock against my slick opening, teasing me.

“You belong to me,” he hisses savagely, an unhinged note in his voice that drives me wild. “And I’ll carve both our names into the skin of any man who even looks at you, so they never forget whose you fucking are.”

He thrusts roughly into me, burying every thick inch of his gorgeous cock in me in one stroke. I cry out in pleasure, arching my back and shuddering as I feel my walls stretch to let him inside. He’s so fucking big—so all-consuming, so everything. The sensation of him knocking the air from my lungs as he takes me has me reeling, desperate for more.

He grabs a handful of my hair, twisting it roughly around his fist and tugging hard. He draws his cock out, leaving just the fat, swollen head inside. Then he tugs my hair sharply, making me cry out as he drives back into me, hard.

Damian’s abs slap against my ass with every brutal thrust as he starts to fuck me like a machine. I don’t even recognize the primal, animal sounds coming from my mouth and throat as I lose myself in the sensations of him utterly claiming me.

His thick cock pounds into me, the wet sounds of my pussy stretching around his size filling my ears as slickness drips down my quivering thighs. His hand reaches around to twist and pinch my aching nipples brutally, drawing ragged screams of pleasure from my lips.

His hand slides up to cup my jaw, and his thumb sinks into my mouth.

“Suck,” he groans, pounding into me.

My head spins, the sensations almost overwhelming as he fucks into me. My lips wrap around his thumb, and I moan as I start to suck it eagerly, swirling my tongue around it.

He slips his thumb from my mouth, only to replace it with his other hand. Two fingers push deep across my tongue, like he’s laying claim to my mouth as he fucks me from behind. Then the first hand slips down between us, and when I feel the slickness of his thumb tease over my ass, my eyes fly wide.

“Damian…”

“Every fucking part of you, Kitsune,” he rasps. “Every inch of your skin. Every fucking hair on your head. Every greedy, slutty little hole you have.”

His wet thumb pushes against my tight ring.

Holy fuck.

The pressure builds until I slowly feel myself open for him. I choke out a wrenching, mumbled cry around his fingers, drool dripping down my chin as his thumb sinks into my ass. His fat cock rams deep into me, and the sensation of him claiming every single part of me all at once catapults me into the stratosphere.

“There’s a good girl,” he groans, his hips crashing against my ass. “Taking me everywhere like a greedy little whore. Let me feel you fucking explode for me, Kitsune.”

Reality blurs at the edges, my world spinning as I lose myself to his all-consuming power.

“Come for me, Kitsune,” he hisses into my ear. “Let me feel you come, knowing I’d fucking kill for you. Knowing I’d burn the fucking world for you. Come. Right. Fucking. Now.”

The sound that explodes from my throat is subhuman. My body jerks and spasms, as if I’ve just stepped on a live wire. My core wrenches and twists, my toes curling inside my shoes and my entire body shuddering as the orgasm sweeps through me like a firestorm.

I scream around his fingers as I feel myself clamp down around his cock and his thumb. Damian roars as he rams into me, burying his huge cock balls-deep as he starts to throb and pulse. His hot, sticky cum spills into me, flooding into me so hard that I can feel it leaking out around where we join to drip down my thighs into my panties.

Reality fades in and out as he unties my wrists, slips out of me, and turns me in his arms. As he captures my jaw and pins my back to the wall, kissing me fiercely. As he shoves my panties off my heels and wraps my legs around his hips.

As he sinks into me.

And we start all over again.