An Heir Before Dusk

Chapter 3: Surrender to the Mafia Prince

Chapter 3: Surrender to the Mafia Prince

Emilia’s body was still burning from the way he’d claimed her. Every inch of her skin felt alive, tingling with the aftermath of Damian’s touch. But there was no time for relief. He wasn’t finished with her yet.

Damian’s eyes were dark, full of hunger as he stared at her, watching her with a look that made her feel exposed—vulnerable in a way she hated. And yet, the heat pooling between her legs betrayed her, the ache of need still raw.

“You think this is over?” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “This is just the beginning.”

He pushed her onto the bed, the plush sheets cool against her heated skin as he loomed over her. The mafia prince moved like a predator, his muscles taut, the power in his frame undeniable. He didn’t ask for permission—he never did. He took what he wanted, and right now, he wanted her.

She swallowed hard, trying to regain control, but there was no escaping the way her body responded to him. No escaping the way her chest heaved with anticipation as his fingers dragged up her inner thigh, teasing, tormenting.

“Tell me you want this,” Damian demanded, his voice a deep growl as his thumb circled her navel. His fingers brushed against her heat, just shy of where she needed him most.

“I hate you,” Emilia spat, though the words sounded weak even to her own ears.

He smiled. “That’s not what your body says.”

And with that, he forced his way inside her once more, his hard, thick length filling her completely in one smooth thrust. The sensation of him inside her, the pressure, the stretch—it was both pain and pleasure, making her gasp as he set a ruthless rhythm.

“You think you can resist me?” Damian growled, his hands gripping her hips, controlling the way her body moved against him. “You’re mine now. All of you.”

He thrust deeper, harder, each movement calculated to send her spiraling. He was relentless, and every inch of her fought to keep up with him.

Emilia’s hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into the muscle as her back arched, and she met him with every thrust, desperate for more. His name escaped her lips in a moan, unbidden, as her body betrayed her completely.

Damian chuckled darkly, his lips grazing her ear. “I knew you’d come around. You’re nothing but a helpless little toy for me.” His breath was hot against her skin as he quickened his pace, his hips slamming against hers in a steady rhythm.

“No,” she gasped, the denial slipping from her lips, even as her body responded in kind. “I won’t... let you... control me...”

But her protests were drowned in the growing wave of pleasure, the world spinning around her as he took what he wanted. He pressed her further into the mattress, his body crushing hers as he moved above her, demanding. Claiming.

“I already do,” he whispered, his lips curving into a cruel smile as he watched her break apart beneath him. “And soon, you’ll beg me for more.”

A sharp cry left her throat as his hand found her c**t, rubbing in perfect circles. The stimulation was too much, sending her into another frenzied orgasm, her body trembling violently as she surrendered to him.

Damian didn’t stop. He continued to pound into her, his pace unrelenting as he chased his own release, feeling the tightening in his core, the pressure building.

“I’m going to make you mine completely,” he rasped, his jaw clenched as his thrusts grew more erratic. “You’ll never escape me.”

His words pushed her further over the edge, and she came once more, her body arching violently, shuddering in release. And when he came, it was like nothing she had ever experienced—his body tensing, his grip tightening as he filled her, marking her in a way that left her breathless.

They both collapsed onto the bed, tangled in sheets, bodies slick with sweat. Damian pulled her close, his arms wrapped around her possessively.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against her ear. “No one will ever take you from me.”

And as she lay there, unable to deny the truth any longer, she realized that she was trapped in his world—bound by desire, helpless to his every command.

But deep down, she didn’t want to escape. Not anymore.