Chapter 125: Chapter 125

“Morning, princess.”

Madison groaned, her eyes fluttering open as Damien’s loud greeting roused her from her slumber.

“Go away.” She mumbled, eyes still closed as she turned sideways on the bed, intent on continuing her sleep, but he just wasn’t having it.

“No, I won’t. Wake up, princess.” He said again, using his hands to nudge her shoulders again, and she let out a frustrated hiss.

“I think I can handle you calling me ‘princess,’ and the word alone will make me wake up. You know I like it.” She mumbled, hands rubbing at her eyes as she tried to gain consciousness of her surroundings

Dragging the blanket with her, Madison pushed herself into a sitting position against the headboard, yawning and stretching.

She looked over to where he was standing, and her lips fell open when she saw he had a tray in hand.

A tray of food? What was in there? She began to wonder, but she didn’t need to think much because, soon enough, the smell of freshly fried eggs, bacon, and pancakes filled the air, and she realized that Damien must have made breakfast for her.

A small smile tugged at her lips as the remnant of sleep cluttering at the corner of her eyes left, and Madison sighed blissfully as she then asked, “You made breakfast for me?”

“As you can see.” Damien replied curtly, his brow raised and dropping the tray by the side of the bed; he then proceeded to sit on the soft mattress facing her directly as he added, “I made breakfast because I knew you would be hungry and tired by the time you wake up. I exhausted you so much last night, and it’s only fair that I take care of you after everything that happened….”

He paused, shooting her a wink, and Madison started to blush incredibly.

Her cheeks turning red and pink all over, she let out a chuckle, placing her palms over her mouth.

Last night… As the fragment of the previous night's memories filled her head, Madison felt like asking the bed to open up and swallow her.

Her grip tightening on the blanket she was holding; Madison let out a blissful sigh as she recalled just how Damien had treated her last night after they’d had their first round of sex.

Her first sexual experience, actually, after being celibate for almost ten years.

Well, the night had been so blissful, and it made her forget about all her worries

After they’d fucked the first time and slept/rested for a bit, he’d then rolled her on top of him and, gently guiding her, he’d buried his dick down to the hilt of her vagina and then commanded that she begin to ride him madly. And this she did.

They’d orgasmed at the same time, and just after she was done riding him, he’d overturned her again, grabbing her hair tightly, and as he wrapped the strands around his finger, he then proceeded to slam his dick inside…

“Hey? What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?” Damien queried, his hands waving in front of her face, snapping Madison out of her reverie sharply.

“I… um…” She started to say, but before she could finish, he leaned forward and, taking her by surprise, he placed his lips on hers, dropping a chaste kiss.

“Should we eat first, or do you want anything else?” He asked, dragging his lips away from hers and smirking mischievously, she blushed hard yet again.

“Damien, stop doing that.”

“What?” He mumbled, feigning ignorance, but Madison just rolled her eyes.

Scrambling away from the bed, she climbed out, the bedsheet falling off her naked body, and even though she wasn’t facing him, she could feel his stare boring a hole in her skin.

“Maddie…” He groaned, his voice almost like a whisper, and now it was her turn to play with him.

Throwing him a sideways glance, she smirked and said, “I can see you’re hungry….” She began, and yes, he was hungry.

She could see the depths of his eyes were red-rimmed and laced with desire, and his striking blue orbs were staring back at her entrapped.

“Yes. I am hungry.” He admitted with a nod, and as he did, his eyes trailed lower, following along the curves of her body, and Madison couldn’t stop her cheeks from heating as she also took notice of the apparent bulge in his pants.

Noticing what she’d seen, Damien quickly stood up from the bed, the spoon he’d been holding earlier falling to the floor, as he began to walk towards her with a sneaky glint in his eyes

“No, no…” Madison began to chant, taking slow steps to the bathroom as she added, “You have to let me go use the bathroom, and then I’ll come back so we can…”

“Not when you’re flashing your perky boobs and ass to me. You asked for this, and now you’ll get it.”

“Wait, what?” She questioned, but it was already too late, and before she knew it, Damien had pounced on her, grabbing her free hands and pulling her nude body closer to his in an embrace.

“Damien, what are you….” Madison tried to speak up again, but she stopped when she felt him flicker the bud of her erect clit between her legs, and she shuddered instantly.

“Dami…” She moaned, her legs quaking and turning into a puddle of goo, at the same time.

“Don’t do… don’t do this… I want to take my bath and….”

“Of course, you’ll take your bath and freshen up before eating, but now….” Damien paused, his left hand going to her hair, and he continued, “For now, I get to fuck you raw and hard with your back placed on the tiled marble walls.”

“Oh, Damien.” She squealed, laughter bursting out of her lungs as he tweaked her nipples and then proceeded to carry her bridal style as he walked into the bathroom.

“You asked for this baby. You did…”

…….

“A date hasn’t been fixed for the final sentencing, but once it’s fixed, I’ll let you know.” Mr. Paul announced from the other end of the phone, and Damien nodded nonchalantly.

He hated hearing news about Katherine or anything that concerned her.

The painful reminder of what she’d done to Madison was still fresh in his heart, and knowing how desperate he was for revenge, he preferred not to talk about her at all.

He wanted to strangle her, should he lay his hands on her, but Madison was the only person keeping him back from doing something disastrous.

The day they’d gone to see her in prison, he recalled how his hands had shaken when she talked back at them, and it took just Madison’s comforting hand rub to calm him down.

Fuck! He wanted her to rot in jail her whole life, but from what Mr. Paul was telling him, she would be given a much lighter sentence.

She was battling cancer, and a degenerative brain disease, so it was likely that she would spend most of her days behind the four wall sod a hospital.

He should feel pity for her. Maybe, cause she was not in her right senses when she carried out all the things she did, but whenever he remembered that she could have killed him and Madison, his anger resurfaced again.

She deserved everything coming to her, whether in her right mind or not.

Besides, she’d caused harm to herself, by overdosing on hard drugs and…

“Hello, Mr. Daniel.” Mr. Paul called from the phone, and Damien snapped out of the train of thoughts he was having, returning to the call.

“Sorry, Mr. Paul. I zoned out. What were you saying?”

“Nothing much. I just wanted to say goodbye and that I’ll keep you updated on any news.”

“Okay, okay. Good. Do take care, and send my regards to your family.” Damien said, and after exchanging pleasantries, he hung up.

Just as he was about to keep the phone in his pocket, he suddenly got a text message that had him looking down sharply.

Instantly, he swiped the message button the second he saw who’d texted him.

It was the jewelry company he’d been in contact with since last month, and it seemed they were done shaping the ring he’d asked to be made and…

“Hello, darling.” Madison’s voice resounded from behind, and Damien froze instantly.

Recovering some seconds later, he dropped the phone back into his pocket, ignoring the text message as he turned to face his gorgeous woman.

She was walking towards him from the door of their room, and Damien reciprocated the smile gracing her warm features.

Reaching out and grabbing her close hands, he pulled her against him tightly in one swift movement.

Leaning down to kiss her softly, he pulled back, and then looking at her tenderly, he asked, “How are you, love?”

“Evening to you too.” She greeted him with a roll of her eyes, and he just chuckled.

“Sorry I didn’t greet you first.”

“It’s okay. I had no idea when you came in, though. You left the house without telling me, and I had to know from Layla, and now you’re back, and I have no idea. Why is that?” She queried, her brows raised, and Damien grinned.

When she was this curious, he admired it so much, and she looked even more endearing.

He loved that she cared so much about him, and they had each other's best interest at heart; this he liked too.

“You’ve not answered my question, Damien.”

“I went to get some work done.” He said, and kissing her forehead gently, he finished, “Sorry, I didn’t tell you. You were in the kitchen when I left too, and I didn’t want to disturb.”

“Where did you go? What work did you attend to?” She inquired yet again, and Damien just sighed.

Sometimes her curiosity tired him out, and palming her cheeks, he rubbed the soft skin and said, “Baby, I went to the office in London. Stop worrying too much, okay? Besides, I just finished talking to Mr. Paul, concerning Katherine’s case.”

“Oh… what did he say?”

“Nothing much. Just talking about her final sentencing date, although they’ve not chosen it yet. Any other news, he’ll communicate to me.”

“Okay, that’s good then.” She replied sharply, and Damien’s chest soared with happiness when he didn’t see her looking gloomy like she always did whenever they talked about Katherine.

She was already healing. Getting over it, and he was more than delighted about that.

He was happy that she’d moved on so sharply, overcoming all the traumatic experiences, and he admired her resilient spirit.

“I made a very nice dinner, specially for you.” She started to say, her hands going to his jacket as she began to take it off.

“Huh? For me?”

“Yes, for you. It’s a thank-you meal. You made breakfast for me this morning, and it’s only befitting that I make dinner for you too. You skipped lunch, and I know you must be hungry now.” She said and started undoing the buttons of his shirt before taking them off.

“I am hungry.”

“You see…” She trailed off the second he placed his left hand on her butt cheek and pulled her closer to him.

Yelping, her eyes widening, she asked, “What are you doing, Damien?”

“I want to eat you. I’m hungry for you.”

“Huh? Mother and Layla are both waiting for us in the dining and….”

“They can wait. Dinner can wait. But for now… I want to have a taste of you and be filled.” He groaned.

“You’re crazy.”

“Maybe I am.” He grinned wickedly and then pressed his lips against hers, his tongue immediately entering her mouth.

She moaned softly and parted her mouth, allowing him to enter, her hand finding its way through his hair curls and tangling her fingers in them.

Lifting her from the ground, amidst her giggles, he continued to kiss her all the way to the bed.