Page 55 of Damiano De Luca (The Five Syndicates)
Would he?
You can tell so much about a person by the way they leave you.
Redverse Bailey
Eighteen Years Old
“Knight?” He waited a beat. “Princess?” Another beat. “Ren?”
I lifted my head and lowered my hand. Damian had opened the door as I hovered outside his room. “Oh. Sorry. I spaced out.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I moved around him and into his room.
“I heard my dad talking to you. What was that about?”
“Nothing.” I forced a laugh out as I laid on his bed. “Has he always been a crazy rambler?”
Damian laid beside me and grabbed my hand. “For as long as I can remember.”
I skimmed my eyes across the room for the first time in a while as he played with the rings on my right hand. We usually met in my room, and I hadn’t seen his room since I’d stolen his phone on day one.
“What’s that?” I tipped my chin to the left.
A facedown picture frame sat on the nightstand beside me. I took my hand from Damian’s, leaned over, and stood it upright. Ludovico De Luca stared back at me.
Damian’s shrug shifted the mattress. “My dad put it there a few weeks ago, after prom. Probably to fuck with my head. Who knows why he does what he does?” He laughed and leaned over me, dwarfing my body as he moved the picture frame facedown again. “I know we’re related, but Ludo was one ugly motherfucker.”
I rested my head on the pillow beneath me and bit my lip.
Damian still hovered above me, and he reached a thumb up to part my lips until my teeth no longer dug into them. “What’s up?”
“Let’s have sex!” I blurted.
Goodness. If I could die of humiliation…
Damian arched a brow. “I didn’t know talking about Ludo was such an aphrodisiac.”
I tugged at the bottom of his shirt, my brain working overtime to find the calmness I had once possessed. “Ludo? God, no. But your body is over mine, and you smell good, and you look like you do, and you talk like you do, and you act like you do, and I just want you.”
Eloquent? No.
But my internal freak out took up 99.99% of my brain space as the picture taunted me. Ludo killed most of his family. I didn’t know Angelo well, but everything I’d seen over the past eighteen or so months suggested he was capable of killing his son, too. I couldn’t be responsible for that.
I needed to leave, but I was too weak to do so without stealing one last memory from Damian.
He buried his nose in my neck, and I felt his grin against my skin. “You know, I used to think you were like a robot. No emotions. Just articulate words delivered with no expression. Look what I’ve turned you into.”
“Shush.” I closed my eyes. I would miss his teasing. Back then, I hadn’t thought he was even capable of something as lighthearted as teasing.
His mouth trailed up my neck to my jawline, where he placed soft kisses. I tilted my head and met his lips. We’d done this before. Him on top of me. Our lips meshed together. Our tongues meeting. It never got old.
My hands traveled all over his back. The ridges of his scars reminded me of Angelo’s threat. I forced the fear down and focused on how much I needed Damian. His tongue stroked the roof of my mouth. I bucked my hips against him, searching for parts of him I needed.
My fingers raked his hair and tugged. He groaned into my mouth, and I reached between us and slid a hand underneath his Adidas joggers and Calvin Kleins. The smooth skin of his cock glided across my palm.
I wrapped my hands around him, and he thrust into them, his tongue mimicking the movement of his cock in my mouth. His hand reached between us, and his fingers pinched my nipples through my bra. Hard.
