Unwanted Interruption

Monalisa’s heart hammered wildly against her ribs as Natalia’s voice echoed through the quiet mansion.

“Damien? Darling, are you home? I brought those documents you asked for.”

A sharp knock sounded on the bedroom door.

Damien’s hand flew to Monalisa’s mouth, silencing her before she could make a sound. His golden eyes were wide with warning as he stared down at her. They were still tangled together, naked, his cock still half-hard and buried inside her, his cum slowly leaking from her pussy down her thighs.

“Hide,” he whispered urgently against her ear. “Bathroom, now. Don’t make a sound.”

Monalisa nodded frantically, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm they had just shared. Damien pulled out of her with a wet sound that made her cheeks burn with shame and lingering arousal. She scrambled off the bed on shaky legs, grabbing Damien’s black shirt from the floor and rushing into the en-suite bathroom, closing the door behind her as quietly as possible.

She pressed her back against the cold tile wall, heart pounding so hard she felt dizzy. Her pussy throbbed, still sensitive and slick. She could hear everything.

Damien’s voice came through the door, calm but edged with irritation.

“Natalia. What are you doing here unannounced?”

The woman’s voice was sweet, almost purring. “I brought the documents you asked for last week. The ones about the eastern territory borders. Can I come in? You sound… tense.”

Monalisa clenched her fists, jealousy burning hot in her chest, Natalia had called him “Darling.”

She heard the door creak open slightly.

“I’m busy,” Damien said coldly. “Leave the documents on my desk downstairs.”

“But I wanted to see you,” Natalia replied, her voice lowering seductively. “It’s been so long since we’ve had a proper conversation. Just the two of us, like old times.”

Monalisa’s breath caught. Old times? How close had this woman been to Damien? The jealousy twisted sharper in her stomach. She pressed a hand over her mouth to stay silent, listening to every word.

Damien’s tone turned icy. “There are no old times worth revisiting. Leave.”

Natalia laughed softly, a sound that made Monalisa’s skin crawl. “Is there someone in there with you, Damien? You’ve been acting strange lately. The pack is talking. They say you’ve been… distracted by a girl, a very young girl.”

Monalisa’s eyes widened in panic. She pressed herself harder against the wall, trying to make herself smaller.

“Get out,” Damien snarled. “Now.”

The door finally clicked shut. Monalisa heard Natalia’s heels retreating down the hallway, but the damage was done. The jealousy, the fear, the shame, it all crashed over her at once.

A few moments later, the bathroom door opened. Damien stood there, still shirtless, his expression dark and stormy. He stepped inside, pulled Monalisa into his arms, and kissed her fiercely, almost desperately. His hands roamed her body as if reassuring himself she was still his.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that,” he murmured against her lips. “Natalia is from my past, nothing more.”

Monalisa’s voice trembled with emotion. “She called you darling. She sounded so familiar with you.”

Damien’s eyes flashed with possessiveness. “She means nothing to me. You do.”

He lifted her onto the bathroom counter, spreading her legs wide. His mouth crashed down on hers again as he pushed two thick fingers inside her soaked pussy, fingering her roughly.

“You’re mine,” he growled, curling his fingers. “Say it.”

“I’m yours, Daddy,” Monalisa moaned, clinging to him.

Damien dropped to his knees and devoured her pussy with raw hunger, licking and sucking her clit while fingering her until she came hard, shaking and crying out his name.

He stood up, freed his rock-hard cock, and thrust into her in one powerful stroke. Monalisa screamed in pleasure as he fucked her hard on the counter, the mirror behind her showing every filthy detail.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Take Daddy’s cock. Let me remind you who this pussy belongs to.”

He fucked her relentlessly, deep, possessive strokes that had her moaning and begging. He spanked her ass, sucked on her neck, and whispered filthy promises until she came again, clenching around him. Damien followed with a roar, filling her once more with thick, hot cum.

Afterward, he held her close in his arms, both of them breathing heavily.

“No one will take you from me,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. “Not Natalia. Not anyone.”

Monalisa nodded, but the seed of doubt had been planted.

Later that evening, as they lay in bed together, Damien’s phone lit up with a new message. He read it, and his expression darkened.

“What is it?” Monalisa asked softly.

Damien looked at her, his golden eyes serious.

“My son, Lucian… he’s coming home tomorrow.”