Page 6 of Christmas Mafia Prince
“B-because maybe I’m a little scared?” Understatement of the fucking century.
Damen leans forward until both his elbows rest on his thighs, and he meets my gaze. “There is no reason for you to be scared, I promise. After all, you’re my husband.”
Did he just wink?
I can’t believe I agreed to this arrangement so easily. I’m a lamb lured into the slaughterhouse with promises of fresh grass. And in an attempt to escape Happy, I’ve ended up with a man who’s even more dangerous than him.
“I just… don’t know if I can do this after last night.”
He stares at me, not blinking for an uncanny length of time. “I think we will need to establish a set of rules to apply throughout this holiday. That is, unless you are truly convinced that you can’t imagine spending two weeks with my family and myself. Although itwouldbe quite unfortunate if the police found your fingerprints on Happy’s baseball bat.”
My heart sinks. So this is it. I might have spent a night or two in jail over petty theft, but I’m not built for prison. I spend a while processing Damen’s threat while toying with my empty glass.
I look up at his handsome face again. What’s the worst that can happen?He could kill you, my inner voice suggests. But then again, he did protect me from Happy. My side still hurtsfrom the baseball bat strike. I absentmindedly touch my ribs and realize I’m bandaged under my T-shirt.
“Okay. What would those rules be?”
The hazel eyes glint, and Damen reaches out, cupping my face with warm hands that smellexpensive. “I knew you’re as smart as you’re cute. In that case, rule number one is, you need to enjoy yourself.”
I snort. “That’srule number one?” I shouldn’t be relaxing thanks to his touch.Heis the threat. And yet here I am, settling in despite how unreasonable it is. But it’s not like he killed a puppy, he got rid of human trash.
Damen nods. “Precisely. Rule number two, you will play the role of my husband and never break character. Rule number three, you tell no one about anything you’ve seen or will see. Including your ex’s unfortunate accident. Do I have your word?”
I just hope I don’t see things that end up haunting me for the rest of my life. “Yes. I can do that. I just don’t understand why a man like you needs afakehusband.”
A soft exhale leaves those tempting lips as Damen leans back in his armchair and sips from the cup. “As I’ve already told you, they expect me to some day bring a wife, which I won’t. I’m a gay man, and I will not be playing a game of pretend to appease my family. This is where you come in. Your presence will give them a bit of a shock, but at least now they will know.AndI will be able to finally participate in the annual Christmas hunt.”
I glance around the immaculate space, the leather armchairs, then at Damen’s polished shoes. “But why me? I don’t fit in here. Would you not be better off with some classy escort?”
“You fit in where I say you fit in,” Damen says without a moment of hesitation. “I could have anyone, but I picked you. Maybe you shouldn’t question that and instead enjoy the benefits?” he asks, sliding his hips forward until the fabric of his pants clings to his cock.
A shiver goes down my spine, and I can’t pretend to myself that he doesn’t excite me. And maybe that’s the key? He wants someone he actually had chemistry with instead of a pay-for-play situation. My mind is a mess every time I think of Happy’s head cracking against the steps, so I try to focus on Damen’s pretty eyes and long lashes. Yes. That calms me down.
“So… you don’t want me to pretend I’m someone else, other than our cover story obviously?”
Damen’s thighs spread farther, creating an empty space at his feet. He’s daring me to do what’s already on my mind. “I like you the way you are. And my family will hate you. Win-win.”
I smile and shift to the edge of my seat. “And… that offer of dick still stands? I need to do my husbandly duties.” I’m known to lose my mind over a guy I’m hot for so what’s another one?
If I make him feel good, maybe he will be less inclined to arrange anaccidentfor me? Won’t be a chore if his dick is as impressive as his confidence.
“You should always sample before you buy. Though it’s a bit late for that now,” my new mistake says and casually pops open the button at the front of his pants.
My cheeks heat up and I slide to my knees without thinking. Yeah, I most definitely want to sample. “Better late than never,” I say, licking my lips with my eyes trained on his zipper. I’m so excited to see what I’m working with that my mind is pleasantly empty, leaving room only for arousal. If I can just forget the efficiency with which he snapped Happy’s neck, I can settle into two weeks of luxury and making Damen’s parents mad.
I’m good at that last part, considering my own threw me out of their home. I suppose it’s time to demonstrate that I also have other skills Damen might appreciate.
“Good boy,” he says in a breathy voice and lowers his zipper in a slow, teasing manner that has me rocking back and forth as anticipation takes over. I want to know how his dick tastes like.How it smells. Whether he shaves his pubes, and how big his loads are.
My own cock stiffens faster at the praise, which would be more embarrassing if he knew. But my daddy issues can stay between me and Santa whenhedecides whether I was good.
I slide my hands over his thighs, and I don’t know shit about quality clothes, but his pants feel luxurious to the touch. I wouldn’t mind a pair like that in a style that didn’t say classy grandpa.
When Damen slides his hand to my nape, my mind is no longer scattered and I press my face to his cock through his underwear. I can already feel its heat, and shape, and it’s like opening a present when I pull his briefs down just enough to reveal my prize.
“Tell me if there’s something you don’t like,” I whisper, already caressing his cock with my lips.
It juts from neatly trimmed hair, and while it’s not yet fully erect, I can recognize a masterpiece when I see it. His cock is already long, thick, and when I touch my lips to the exposed cockhead, my new man rewards me with a bead of salty pre-cum.
