The Don's Damsel: I Own You

As we walk into the house, I notice she is rushing to escape me.

“You’re pissed off with me?” I thought seeing her father would be a good thing. She spins, and I stare. Okay, she’s angry. I want to laugh. She looks so tiny yet so fierce.

“I don’t know what happens in your world, Marco, but in mine. People fucking talk! They communicate! They do not go behind each other’s backs and make secret fucking meetings with family and act like everything is fine. It’s not fucking fine!”

Maybe I shouldn’t have invited her father? “I assumed...”

“No, Marco, you didn’t fucking assume. You just decided you wanted to do it, so we were doing it. I’m not yours! Roxy is fucking yours! I’m nothing. Just a fucking tramp that stole your gun. You don’t fucking own me. You can’t keep me here. I’m not yours!” I stand shocked by her words. I don’t usually have people telling me off. Shouting at me or refusing me. She spins and pauses, and I see everyone watching.

I watch her rush away. The slam of the door has me sighing.

“Really?” Lorenzo laughs.

“Don’t be a fucking dick Lorenzo.” I’m not in the mood. Stepping through, I look at them. “Why are you all here?”

“Marco, we’re family. Lorenzo’s fight is tomorrow. We also wondered if you had an update about Lucia.” Dario looks at me.

“No update. I should have all the information through today or tonight.”

“You got enough information from her body, though.” I turn and glare at Lorenzo. “Look at that. His face is no longer flat. She’s good for you.” Winking, he takes a sip of his drink.

“Does this mean your arrangement with Arlo is off? No more business marriage?” Matteo strokes his hand across his face. “I never agreed with you marrying her, Marco, so it’s good.”

“I’m not stopping it. I am still marrying Roxy for business. I need to go sort Lucia out before she tries fucking running.” Turning, I walk away. I need to tell her about her real dad. Maybe after Lorenzo’s fight? Right now, she is angry that I went behind her back, so after Lorenzo’s fight, I will tell her everything.

I see Hugh in his place next to her door, knocking on it; I watch as it opens. Maybe I should apologise? We stand in silence, and I consider my words.

“I apologise if you think I overstepped the mark. I am used to being in control, deciding things, and others following the orders I give.” I take a step closer. “Even those who I have never known, I hold power over them. I just did what I always do.”

I’ve lived this life too long. A stranger in the street would listen and follow my orders. They wouldn’t complain, mainly through fear, but they would accept and not complain. She fights it.

She steps closer to me.

“You own everyone. You control everyone. You dominate everything in your life, Marco.” I nod at her words, accepting that I do. Nothing can change that. I'm the Don, so of course I do.

“Let’s get something straight, Marco.” I watch, confused, as she lifts her top, and it drops to the floor. “You are not the boss of me.” I glare at her. I watch as she pushes the skirt down, and it pools on the floor at her feet. She turns so that her back is facing me. I watch as she releases her hair from the bobble. It cascades over her back.

“You do not control me and my actions.” Her words are loud, and I stand shocked as she unclicks her bra, and it falls to the floor. Her fingers tuck into her lace panties. “You do not dominate or own me.” I groan, my cock begging to be let free. I watch as her fingers push down her lace panties, and she bends over to step out of them.

I bite my fist, fighting off the urge to grab her. To take control and prove her wrong. She turns, in all her naked beauty. Her hands unfasten the buttons on my shirt and pull it from my body.

“You don’t control my life, Marco. You don’t own me.” She unfastens my trousers and drops to her knees, pulling them down. My cock springs free, hitting my abdomen. Groaning, I stare down at her. Confused by her change in attitude, change in...Fuck everything...I’m lost right now.

Her hand fists my cock, and I watch as her tongue darts over the top. My fist is still between my teeth because if I release it, I’m grabbing her, and I am really fucking wanting to find where this leads.

I watch her head bob, taking me deeper, her throat contracting around me. Growling, I fight against grabbing her. She begins to work me deeper, her mouth pushing me into a state. Her tongue moves under my cock. I groan as my cock hits the back of her throat. Her low hum vibrates through me. She keeps going, working me faster and harder, pushing until I am deeper. Her moans around my cock builds heat in my abdomen, and a deep rumble fills my chest as the pounding heat wraps around my body.

Groaning, I feel my release flood through me and spill into her mouth. I watch as she teases me slowly and gently, licking every drop up.

“I own you.” She winks and fuck, maybe she is right? I stay staring down at her. Lost for words, because what words do I have to even argue that fucking point? She does own me. She controls me. She dominates me. Maybe not by telling me to do something and I follow, but by ruining my careful, cold, cool stance.

Since she showed up, I have struggled to restrain my thoughts regarding her. I find her fucking fascinating, yet honestly fucking annoying and borderline crazy. Yet I love the fucking way she sounds when she laughs, I love how quickly she does one small thing, and I melt.

Like stepping in a puddle of coffee and acting like she was drowning.

My jaw ticks to stop the smile as I stare at her. I’m derailed. I went from a fucking cold, heartless rock, showing no emotion. Feeling nothing to, well fuck, I don’t know. She has knocked me off the track and burnt it to ashes, so I can’t just climb back on.

I watch as she gets dressed. “You should go see your family.” I open my mouth, and her hand goes up. “I mean it, Marco. Go see your family.”

“If you join us.” I want to refuse and say no. I want to throw her on the bed and prove she doesn’t control me or fucking own me. Right now, I will settle for her agreeing to sit with them, with me.

She nods, and I sort out my clothes, still completely fucking thrown by this. Walking out together, I make my way to where the family is no doubt sitting and talking about me.

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