What do you want from my dad, Damon?”

I may not normally concern myself with business. But this time, I’m dragged into business, and I can’t ignore it anymore.

I want to know how much I’m worth.

Damon distractedly runs his hand down to my neck, my upper arm, and my waist. He flips the covers as his gaze follows his hand, settling on the dip of my waist.

“Damon,” I call to him. “What do you want from my dad?”

He flicks his gaze back to my face. “Freedom. Like my dad. But I won’t do it the way he did. I already know Enzo would rather kill me than let me go.”

“Would you do it to him too? Would you kill him?” I ask.

Damon falls silent. In the darkness, I can hear our breathing and the rustling of my dress as Damon strokes my waist.

“Damon, are you going to kill my father?” I ask again. I have to know the answer. Yes, he can be a dick but he’s still my father, and I need to know if he’ll be there when—or if—I go home.

“I won’t lie, the thought has crossed my mind. It would be fair. An eye for an eye.” He pauses. “But I haven’t decided.”

Lightly, I touch Damon’s hand on my waist with my fingers. “Is there anything I can do to help you make that decision?”

Damon stares at me like he’s just heard the last thing he expected from me.

I push his hand down my body under the covers, letting him feel the flare of my hip.

Damon doesn’t say a word. But his hand tells me everything I need to know as it slides up and down my waist, my hip, my thigh.

I swallow. Am I really about to trade my virginity for my dad’s life?

I mean, it’s a fair trade, of course. Not every girl’s virginity is worth a life.

At the same time, when I thought about my first time . . . it was never a transactional thing in my mind.

But I’m with Damon. So I’m getting something I wanted. And nobody gets everything they want, right?

I bite my lip as Damon’s fingers play with the hem of my skirt, lifting it further and further up as he strokes my bare thigh.

When I chose this dress, I wanted something exactly like this to happen. I wanted it to be easy for Damon to touch me.

And now things are happening exactly the way I expected them to. Yet, at the same time, this whole thing came out of nowhere.

“You think I’m going to let Enzo get away with murder just to get my dick wet?” Damon asks, even as he starts to grab my thigh and inch closer to me. Anger and lust gleam in his eyes.

I force myself to look him in the eye. “Not just to get your dick wet. But I’ll bet you’d enjoy telling him that you took my virginity, and I liked it.”

Damon freezes. I thought his stare couldn’t have gotten any more intense, but it just has. “You’re a virgin?”

I nod.

Damon chuckles. “Come on. The way you were acting when I fingered you on the couch . . .”

“I may be a virgin, but I have fingers too.” I put my hand on Damon’s neck to emphasize my point and stroke his skin. “And this is 2018. Sex is all around us. Remember when you caught me reading a dirty novel on my Kindle?”

Damon observes my face like I’m a lock he’s trying to pick. His jaw tightens. “No man has ever touched you before?”

“You were the first man to have put anything inside me.”

Damon flips the covers off me and spreads my legs apart with his strong hand. Cool air kisses my skin for a brief moment before Damon gets on top of me, warming me up with his body.

“And this is the first time I have someone on top of me,” I say.

This feels . . . foreign. Vulnerable. At the same time, placing my hand on his muscular upper arm feels like the most natural thing in the world. Like this is what we’re meant to be doing.

Is this just what it’d normally feel like to have the weight of a man on top of me? Or do I just feel small and weak because Damon holds all the power here?

“Have you ever touched a cock before, princess?” Damon asks, his face mere inches from mine, his breath heavy.

“Just that one time on the couch.” This probably doesn’t count as dirty talk but Damon seems to like what he’s hearing.

“I remember that,” Damon says with a smirk as he looks down on me. “You liked it, princess. I could tell.”

I glance away. We’re supposed to be negotiating, but my body is burning up with expectation. All the nerve endings on my skin come alive.

Even after everything Damon has done to me, after everything he has told me, I still want him. And he knows it. The thought fills me with shame.

“It’s okay, princess. Do you know what you’re doing to me?” Damon presses himself against my heat, letting me feel the bulge in the front of his jeans. Even through the cotton of my black panties, I can tell how hard he is.

He also feels impossibly big. But perhaps it’s normal for a virgin like me to underestimate the size of a dick in real life?

I want to reach down and touch him, find out just how big he really is. Does it really look like the ones I’ve seen in porn?

Despite my curiosity, I can’t bring myself to do that. As it is, I’m already way too self-conscious about the way I react to what Damon is doing to me.

He lifts the hem of my dress up until the light fabric bunches around my waist. He rests his palm on my mound, his fingers rubbing my lower lips over my panties as he kisses me on my sensitive neck.

To my embarrassment, the flame in my belly burns hotter, and I can’t stop it. My heart beats faster. My breathing grows heavier. I grip Damon’s arm harder.

“Give in to it, princess,” Damon whispers in my ear. “You know you want to.”

I bite my bottom lip as I stifle the obscene noises building up inside me. In my mind, I know I should let him know how much I like this—it’d stroke his ego, and he’d be able to brag about it during his negotiations.

Still, even though I know that . . . everything feels strange to me. In a good way. But strange nonetheless. And I find it hard to relax.

“Let yourself go, princess,” Damon coaxes, as if he can hear the thoughts in my head. “Just enjoy this.”

He slips his hand into my panties and finds my soaked petals with his fingers, making my core tighten with need. Then, he bites down on my neck, hard.

My lips part before I can stop myself, and a moan escapes.

“Good girl,” Damon says as he slips his hand underneath my dress and pulls down the zipper in the back of my dress.

He pulls my dress off my shoulders and drags his lips down my throat, the hollow between my collar bones, and the valley between my breasts.

“I like that you’ve already taken your bra off,” he says. I can hear the smile in his voice as he pulls my panties down my legs until they’re wrapped around my ankle, leaving me with nothing but the red dress gathered around my waist.

I wrap my arms around him and put my hands on his back, my fingers caressing his skin through his shirt as his fingers slide back and forth over my slick petals.

“Are you going to take your clothes off too?” I ask.

Damon cocks a lopsided smile as he stares at me. “If you want to, you can take off my shirt.”

I hesitate. But when I pull his shirt up his back and I feel his skin right underneath the pads of my fingers, it feels right.

It doesn’t matter why I’m doing this. In this moment, this is exactly where I want to be, and this is exactly what I want to do—that’s all that matters.

The ropes of muscles underneath Damon’s golden skin ripple as he lifts up his hands to let me pull my shirt off him. I look down to see well-defined six-pack abs—clearly the result of discipline and hard work.

The dim light coming in through the only window in the room only makes the lines and ridges of his body appear more dramatic as it highlights some parts and casts the rest of him in shadows.

“Like what you see, princess?” he asks with a cocky smirk on his gorgeous face.

As he looks down at my body and rests his hand on my breast, I wonder if he can see my pussy glistening in the faint light. His thumb grazes my nipple lightly, making me gasp in surprise—it doesn’t usually feel anywhere near that good when I play with myself.

“I like what I see too.” He chuckles.

Damon’s head dips between my breasts as he kisses my cleavage and up the swell of my breasts. His fingers move closer and closer to my clit.

When he takes a nipple into his mouth, enveloping it in warmth, he presses the pad of his thumb against the hood of my clit. sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

“Damon,” I moan as I put my hand on his bare back and stroke his skin.

“That’s right, princess. Say my name.” He teases my nipple with his tongue, licking mercilessly as he flicks my clit.

“Oh, Damon,” I gasp.

“Louder,” he says as he rubs more insistently on my clit, traps my hardened nipple between his teeth, and bites down.

“Damon,” I cry out. The sharp sting of pain goes straight to my hot center, where it turns into a pleasant, throbbing need.

The more he hurts me, the more I want him, I realize.

“Such a good girl,” he says in a hoarse, hungry voice.

And the more he wants to use me, the more I want to submit to him.

Oh, God. I’m in trouble.

But as I hear the sound of Damon unzipping his jeans, again, I forget about everything else.

Am I really about to see him naked? This is something I’ve fantasized about for years and now that it’s finally happening for real, it feels surreal.

As Damon kicks his pants off, he presses one digit into my pussy, and then another. I look down to see his thick, hard cock pointing right at me. I can’t see it clearly in the dark, but that only makes it appear more intimidating.

“The first man to have fingered you, huh?” Damon asks.

He rubs the front wall of my pussy and I find myself trembling with need. Heat boils in my core and spreads through my whole body.

Even though I want to keep staring at his cock, memorizing its every details, I can’t help but arch my back. Damon’s the one in control of my body now.

Damon takes my hand and places it on something hot. It’s hard, with a velvety surface. It jumps under my fingers, and I can feel it throbbing too. It’s his cock.

I can’t believe how thick it is. If I wrap my fingers around it, my thumb can’t even touch my middle finger. How is this monster cock going to fit inside my virgin pussy?

“Do you like it, princess?” Damon asks, his breathing heavy.

“It’s . . . It’s too big.”

Damon chuckles as he continues to thrust his fingers in me. “Don’t worry, princess. You’re ready for me.”

Pressing his large hand on my chest, he forces me to lie back, flat on the bed. He wraps his fist around his cock. As his hand shuttles up and down the shaft, his cock seems to swell even bigger.

I gasp when Damon presses the head of his cock against my slit, my heart hammering so hard my body must be shaking.

“Just relax, princess,” Damon says in a low, soothing voice, his thumb on my clit helping me forget about the pain that’s about to come. “I’m not going to lie, this will hurt. But then it will start to feel good.”

I nod. I don’t know why—Damon’s a liar and a criminal—but in this moment, I trust him.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he demands, trapping me with his gaze.

I bite my lower lip as I gaze into Damon’s eyes, resisting the urge to look away in embarrassment. My breaths have turned into gasping pants as Damon’s thumb continues to stoke the fire in my core.

My muscles open up as the head of Damon’s cock starts to enter me. This is happening. The intensity in his eyes tells me there’s no turning back.

My pussy walls stretch, straining to accommodate Damon’s girth as he pushes further inside me. I’ve only ever inserted two fingers inside me—definitely nothing even close to this size.

This feels strange and uncomfortable. Is it really going to feel good?

Then, I feel him hit some kind of a barrier and he stops. As I wince in anticipation of pain, Damon orders, “Keep your eyes open. Look at me.”

I look up into his eyes and try to focus on how good it feels to have his finger stroking my clit.

That feels good—why can’t we just stick with that? asks a small, mousy voice in my head.

I want this, I remind myself. Damon is the only man I’ve ever wanted to take my virginity, and now he’s doing it.

“Relax, princess. You’re going to be okay,” Damon says gently. But as he pushes deeper inside me, his cock feels like a serrated blade sawing me in two, and all the gentleness in his voice doesn’t help.

I cry out in pain, and he stops to rub my clit harder with his thumb. Just as the pleasure starts to mask the pain, Damon thrusts deeper, forcing my muscles to give way to his girth. When I whimper in pain, he takes another break to play with my clit. This cycle goes on and on until my whole body is covered in cold sweat from the intense pain.

Just as I’m ready to push Damon off me and swear off sex forever, he stills inside me.

“I’m all the way in, princess,” he says.

I pause. Is he really? I stare into his eyes. There’s no reason why he’d lie about it.

“It wasn’t too bad, right?” he asks.

“It was pretty bad.”

Damon laughs. If I thought it felt funny before, this is a hundred times weirder. I can actually feel his cock moving inside me as he laughs.

He lowers his body down on top of me and I can feel the angle of his cock shift inside me too.

“The worst part is over, princess,” Damon says as he brushes my hair off my face. “Now it’s going to start to feel good.”

I nod as I look into his eyes. I trust him. Even though he has lied to me and made me feel the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my sheltered life, I trust him.

Damon pulls his cock out, and for a moment, I feel empty. He’s only been inside me for a short while, but already I crave being filled up again. I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer, urging him to keep going. Then, he slides back in, making me feel like I’m about to burst. He strokes my hair, soothing me with gentle whispers.

With every thrust, the pain subsides and is replaced by a strange discomfort, which is then replaced by a throbbing need—which feels more familiar because it’s similar to what I feel when I play with myself.

I realize I’m tasting a highly addictive drug for the first time, and it’s called Damon. I know I’ll crave him for the rest of my life.

Before long, I wrap my legs around his waist, begging him to go deeper inside me. I pump up to meet his thrusts. I rock my hips off the bed, moaning as he grinds inside so deep he can’t possibly fill my small body any further.

Damon’s hand on my hair stops stroking and starts pulling instead. His movements grow more frantic, more animalistic. There’s a primal force behind his every thrust that he has just unleashed, now that he knows I can take it.

“You’re mine,” Damon growls.

I clasp my hands on his arms as he plunges in and out of my pussy. He’s claiming me as his possession, and hearing him say it just makes me need more from him.

“Say it,” he demands. “Say you’re mine.”

“I—I’m yours,” I whisper.

“Say it again,” he groans.

“I’m yours,” I repeat. I can feel his cock twitching inside me, and I realize my words affect him just as much as his affect me.

Damon slides his hand down from my hair and wraps around my throat. “That’s right, princess. You’re all mine.”

Arousal builds inside me at the sound of his voice. “I’m all yours, Damon,” I hear myself say.

“That’s right, princess.” Damon thrusts deeper, more powerfully.

Pressure builds in my head as heat boils in my center. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but this is the only place I want to be, watching Damon claim me as his own, letting him have his way with me even if it ends up ruining me.

I didn’t think it was possible, but I feel Damon’s cock grow harder and bigger inside me. He gets up to his knees and rubs my clit until my body starts to shudder in pleasure. He keeps going until I explode beneath him, my pussy clenching around his cock.

Then, Damon grabs my hips and pulls me onto his dick again and again until finally, with a loud growl, he slams into me one last time and grinds against me. I feel something warm and gooey inside me and realize he has come inside me.

Damon collapses on top of me as my own body goes limp and pleasure lazily courses through my veins. Damon’s hands roam possessively all over me, stroking my hips, my waist, my hair.

“You’re mine now,” he whispers into my ear.

Does he only say that because I’m his captive? Or is it because he has just taken my virginity? Or could it be he actually wants me the same way I want him?

Don’t ruin the moment, I tell myself.

I wrap my arms around Damon and run my fingers over his back, committing the shape of him to memory.

This moment is perfect. And that’s because Damon is perfect. Everything is even better than I’ve ever imagined.

I’m still high on whatever Damon has just given me, so I’m probably not thinking with a clear head right now. But I know for sure I’ll forever chase this high.

And even though I’ve never been with any other man, I know only Damon can give it to me.

Yet I know this will most definitely end—probably sooner rather than later. There’s an expiry date on Damon and me.

But I’ll never regret this, even if I spend the rest of my life as a junkie craving for just another dose of Damon.