Possession Of A Gangster

Chapter 6- Sexual Pleasures

The drive there was silent, sexual tension and anger clearly present in the air. I fiddled with the ends of my dress, attempting to understand the nature of his actions. Every now and then I caught him glancing at me from the corner of his eye. I wanted to say something, but, I just didn't know what.

Soon enough I noticed the car turning, approaching the familiar drive of Damon's family house. Marco Sharpe, Damon's father, was a well feared man- and for good reasons. His ties and leaderships surrounding the Mafia weren't un-known, and he invested a great amount of money working with my father.

He was a cold man, I hadn't spoken to him much. He was never unfriendly towards me, but his lack of true emotion was un-nerving, much to the resemblance of Damon.

The car reduced to a halt. Immediately, Damon exited and strides straight to my side of the vehicle. Opening the door he pulled me out with a slight hint of subterranean purpose, triggering a slight gasp to release from my mouth.

Straight away I felt my legs unwillingly move as he dragged me to the front entrance with determination and aim. I find myself wanting to speak, but I simply did not know what the hell to say. I didn't know what was going on. I should have been used to the behaviours of Damon, but the constant change between attitudes seriously had me thinking this man was bipolar.

He led me up his stairs, holding my wrist from behind as I resembled that of a lost puppy.

My eyes drilled into his back, oh that muscle pervaded back, examining the disorganised appearance of his hair as he pulled open the door to his room.

"Damon what do you-"

I was cut off sharply by a sudden change in his movements. As soon as we entered his room, he spun around, pushing my back against the wall.

His hands pinned my arms behind my back, I let out a shocked breath, his penetrating stare looking right through me. "Why do you always ask questions?" His eyes moved to my lips.

I monitored his action, confused as to where this sudden outburst had come from. "Because you never give me any god damn answers." I breathed out, aroused by his demanding attitude. His lips spread into a satisfied smirk, clearly he was enjoying this.

One hand released its grip, but it didn't make a different, he now held both tight with only one. His recently freed fingers slide down the fabric held tightly to my arm, igniting thousands of sensations.

Lowering his head to my neck, he tugged at the fabric before he began kissing me in such pleasurable ways, resulting in my eyes closing in utter bliss. A small erotic moan escaped, I could practically feel the smirk against my skin.

"You've always been mine." His breath fanned my neck, kindling further reactions. His words shocked me, causing my body to tense slightly. Noticing this, he lifted his head to meet my shocked expression.

We stay there, staring at each other, surrounded by carnal tautness and an uncontrollable need for this to happen, the only noise being our heavy breaths and stimulating heartbeats.

With sudden demand, I escape from his bond; gripping his hair at once and pushing his face to mine. The second our lips meet a sudden rush of adrenaline and need seeped through my existence.

I could feel myself dampening at his incapability of handling himself. Greed overcame him as he hungrily discovered new areas of my mouth, gripping at my face.

The previous space between us obliterated within seconds as our bodies press dangerously close together. One arm slides down my waist, spiking my left leg to rise against him. He grasps this leg with sudden magnitude, grinding his abdomen against me with hunger, forcing me further against the wall.