Episode 4

DAMON

“You’ve made your point. You can leave now,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. 

Clearing my throat, I tried to regain control, but the attempt was short-lived. My breath hitched as Luciano stepped closer.

He reached out, his fingers brushing the top button of my shirt before undoing it. Then the next and he smiled in satisfaction.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice faltering.  

“You look better when you leave a few buttons loose,” He muttered with a smile and definitely a flirty and corny one at that. His fingertips trailed over the exposed skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps as I tried my best to stay still and not react.

“Stop pretending like you care about me,” I snapped, my words trembling despite my anger. I took a step back, desperate to create some distance between us. “Just leave.”  

But he didn’t move. Instead, he squinted, studying me like I was a puzzle he had every intention of solving.  

I turned away, biting the inside of my cheek as the corners of my eyes began to sting. I couldn’t let him see me break. 

I am a hunter and my job, the only thing my parents have lived for, the only thing I get to live for was been a hunter. I was to kill him.

I was to kill….I trailed off even in my thoughts because the more I tried to do a reality check on that, the more it felt unreal.

“What’s going on?” He questioned in a low yet hoarse voice.

“Nothing.His voice ran through my head, though the cracks in my voice betrayed me.  

“Tears running down your face don’t feel like othing.” My jaw tightened as I took in a deep breath not realizing until now that I had been holding my breath.

 “You probably don’t want me here anyway,” I said, the words coming out sharper than I intended. “I’m a hunter. I kill your kind. You should hate me.”  

He suddenly began chucking, the kind that sent a shiver down my spine. Practically everything he does sends shivers down my spine anyways. Before I could move, he stepped around to face me, forcing me to look at him.  

With the tip of his finger, he tilted my chin up, his eyes locking onto mine. 

“Hate you?” His lips curved into a wicked smirk. “Is that what you think, Damon?”  

“What do you want from me, Luciano?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.  

His smirk deepened, and for a moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer. “I could ask you the same question, but I already know the answer.”  

He leaned in, his lips over mine, just barely brushing against them. “What do you want?” he whispered.  

I stared at him, the weight of his gaze pulling every buried truth to the surface. My chest felt tight, my pulse deafening in my ears. And before I could stop myself, the words slipped out.  

“I don't know.” I breathed.  

That was all he needed.  

In an instant, his hand gripped my jaw, firm but careful, and his lips crashed against mine again There was nothing gentle about this kiss—it was raw, consuming, a claim he’d been waiting to make.  

His hands moved to my shirt, tugging it open with ease as I fumbled with his jacket, unable to think, unable to breathe. The world around us dissolved into nothing.  

Luciano’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me flush against him, his strength undeniable as he guided me backward. 

The edge of the bed caught me, and we tumbled down together, his lips never leaving mine, his presence overwhelming in every possible way.  

The last coherent thought in my head was that I was utterly ruined—and I didn't care 

“You’ve missed me, haven’t you?” Luciano murmured against my lips, his voice hoarse and dripping with sin.  

I nodded, unable to do anything else. “Fuck you,” I whispered, my voice rasping with need as I surrendered completely.  

“You should’ve reached out sooner,” he growled softly, his lips trailing down my neck like he was savoring every inch of me.  

“I should’nt.” I admitted, the words tumbling out without thought. My mind was a haze, clouded by the intoxicating mix of his touch and his voice. I wasn’t even sure if I could remember what he’d said moments ago—nothing seemed to matter except him.  

His hand slid lower, and when he touched my hard dick, I gasped, my body jolting as the full weight of how much I’d missed him came crashing down.  

“Damon,” he murmured, his voice dark and low, a promise and a warning all in one.  

 “What the hell is going on in here?!” 

The sharp voice pierced through the air like a knife, ripping me back to reality. I froze as Luciano and I broke apart, my head snapping toward the doorway.  

I thought I had locked the fucking door!

There, standing rigid with expressions carved from pure horror, were my parents.  

Mom’s hand trembled at her side, her face ashen as her wide eyes darted between me and Luciano. Dad’s jaw clenched, his fists curling as if he was already preparing to fight.  

“Who—” Mom’s voice cracked before her breath hitched, her eyes narrowing. “Is that… Luciano Salvatore?”  

“That should be me. Nice to meet you.” Luciano answered before I would say a word and then placed a kiss on my forehead before turning to face them.

“Ah, the legendary hunters.” He said, waving at them with a smile like this was some kind of reunion. “What an honor it is to meet you both at last.”  

I felt his fingers curl around mine, and my stomach churned.  

“Damon,” Dad growled, his voice a dangerous rumble. “Step away from him. Now.”  

I made to stand up but Luciano tightened his grasp on me under the sheet while glaring at me with a murderous glint in his eyes.

“Step away? We're in the middle of having sex, ya think it would be pleasant to see your son's penis as he stands up to step away?” My mother gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, while Dad’s expression twisted into fury.  

“You both have such bad timing, i didn't even get to finish.” He muttered like he was whining and even I stared at him in surprise, shock and everything in between.

I wanted to scream, to explain, to do something, but the weight of Luciano’s presence and the murderous intent in my father’s eyes rooted me to the spot.  

“Let’s see how good the hunters are when the prey doesn’t want to be saved.” Luciano said with a smile on his face as my dad held out his saber.

 I wasn’t sure if I’d survive the next few moments—but if there was one thing I did know, it was that Luciano had no intention of leaving quietly. It was all there in his looks, I'm done for