The devil's widow.

The devil at the table

“Why is he here?” Isabella’s voice cut through the silence of the study like glass breaking.

Carlo shifted uncomfortably beside her. “Because, figlia mia, the Moretti syndicate offers us strength in this time of—”

“Strength?” she snapped, her eyes never leaving Damian, who stood at the far end of the room, hands tucked calmly into the pockets of his black suit. “Or chains?”

Damian’s lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Does it matter?"His voice was low, smooth, like velvet pulled tight over steel. “Chains can be useful, Isabella. They hold things together.”

She rose from her chair, fury battling with the grief still raw in her chest. “You walk into my father’s house three days after his body is buried and speak of chains as if I should thank you for them?”

For the first time, Damian moved. He stepped closer, the air thickening with his presence, his eyes never wavering from hers. “I didn’t come for your thanks. I came because your father’s empire is bleeding out in the streets. And the vultures are circling. If you want to survive, you’ll need me.”

Carlo cleared his throat, eager to smooth the edges. “Isabella, perhaps we should listen—”

“No,” she hissed, cutting him off. Her gaze burned into Damian. “I’ll decide what I need.”

Damian tilted his head, studying her. His silence was heavier than any threat. Finally, he said softly, “Then decide quickly, bella. Because in this world, hesitation is just another word for death.”

Damian didn’t flinch when Isabella shoved him. Her palm pressed against the hard wall of his chest, but he didn’t stumble back. He only looked down at her, that infuriating smirk curving at the edge of his mouth, as though her fury amused him.

“Get out of my father’s house,” she hissed, her voice low and trembling with rage.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Your father’s house?” His words were a blade wrapped in velvet. “Little dove, your father is gone. And all that’s left is what I decide to take.”

She slapped him before she even realized she’d moved. The sharp crack echoed off the wood-paneled walls of the study. Her hand stung, but she didn’t care. For the first time since the blood on the marble floor, she felt alive.

Damian didn’t move when Isabella’s palm struck his face. The sound cracked through the study like a gunshot, echoing against shelves lined with her father’s books. Her hand still burned, but she refused to lower it, her chest heaving as she glared at him.

He turned his head slowly back toward her, his jaw tightening, his dark eyes glinting with something between amusement and warning.

“Slap me again, little dove,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. “See what it earns you.”

“Get out of my father’s house,” she spat.

He stepped forward, closing the distance, and before she could retreat, his hand caught her wrist and pinned it hard against the wall. His body caged hers in, towering over her, heat radiating from him.

“Your father’s house?” His breath brushed her ear, velvet over steel. “Your father is gone. And what’s left will be mine.”

“I’d rather die than belong to you,” she hissed, struggling against his grip.

His lips curved in a slow, merciless smirk. “Careful what you offer. Death, I can grant you. But this…” His free hand slid up, gripping her jaw, forcing her to look him in the eye. “This is far more interesting.”

And then his mouth crashed onto hers.

The kiss wasn’t tender; it was war. His teeth caught her lip, his tongue demanding, consuming. Isabella should have shoved him away—she wanted to—but her body betrayed her, surging toward his as though the fury needed somewhere to burn. She bit him back, nails raking across his chest, and he groaned, half-pain, half-laughter.

“You hate me, don’t you?” Damian growled against her mouth, his grip tightening at her throat—not choking, but claiming. “Good. Hate tastes better on your tongue than love ever could.”

Her answer came out as a gasp: “You’re a monster.”

“And you,” he said, tearing at the silk strap of her nightgown, “are fire. Fire belongs in my hands.”

Her head fell back against the wall as his mouth traced the line of her throat, hot, rough, unyielding. She clawed at his shoulders, pulling him closer even as the word stop trembled at the edge of her lips. But she didn’t say it.

“Say it,” Damian demanded, his voice gravel against her skin. “Say you want me to stop.”

Her breath hitched. The word wouldn’t come.

He chuckled darkly, his mouth trailing lower. “Exactly what I thought.”

Isabella’s pulse roared in her ears. Every nerve was on fire—grief, fury, and desire twisted so tightly together that she couldn’t tell them apart anymore.

Damian lifted her onto her father’s desk, scattering papers and glass across the floor.

"you want me daddy?" Isabella said as she yearned to feel him. She looked at him with glittering eyes and he just couldn't help it ,he leaned in and kissed her on the neck softly.

Licking up slowly to her earlobe and playfully biting her. She instantly moans and giggles.

“you taste good little dove.”

“ Mmmmm..lick me up daddy.”

She turns her face and they both look at each other lips and eyes meet and they kiss. His hand slowly making its way down between her legs. He starts rubbing her pink bottom lips.

She instantly gets wet, he then pulls his fingers and brings them up to her lips, sliding then across her lower lip.

“You are wet.”

“Seems like the great Damian has made me wet and he is all of a sudden so full of himself.” She says as she rolls her eyes with pleasure. Her cheeks now turned rosy pink .

“ What are you going to do about it then.”Damian grunts as he pulls her even closer.

Isabella goes or the bulge on his pants and grips it between her soft hands and starts to stroke up and down slowly gripping his thick shaft ever so tightly.

His fingers enter her as she was stroking and she picksthe pace. Kissing deeply and ferociously ,sucking tongues . His fingers are soaked in her juices.

Her ripped dress nowhalf showing her full perky breasts , Damian removes his fingers from inside her and tears her dress even more exposing fully her gorgeous t**s. Her aroused n*****s oh so perky . He soflty kisses around her n*****s.

He cusps them and presses them together.

She stops jerking me off and I lay and lays flat on my office desk. I go on my knees.”Oh, the great Damian on his knees ,im I that good.”

Damian slowly licks her thighs as he goes up to her now bulged p***y. He then cusps her c**t with his lips and starts sucking, slurping ,licking and spitting on her tiny p***y.

“Oooooh myyyyy .” Bella moans as she gushes out c*m and Damian oh so deligently swallows her juices.

She is now trembling and gasping as waves of orgasms devour her. His big hard d**k swinging around like a python looking for a cave.

He slowly slid the tip of his d**k up down her p***y, getting all of her juices in his d**k. He starts to slowly press himself inside her Feeling her tight p***y around his head felt amazing.

Isabella stares at him, her eyes begging for him to f**k her hard. He leans in, giving her short and slow deep strokes in her p***y. Her nails dig into his back.

“ I’m cummiiiiiing Damian ,uuuuh.”

Isabella screamed as she climaxed in Damian’s strong hard arms.