A/N: sorry I'm such a shitty author haha, to kinda make up for my awful writers block, there's smut in this chapter. When you see the "*" it begins, if your not into that kinda stuff just skip on by. It's more of a filler chapter, also so you can see them too together and Damien grow a bit more playful. I'm sorry again!

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Damien took me from the hospital to his home the moment the doctors said I could leave, and I had been here for close to a week. After hearing about the Diablo Burn gang was after me, he became incredibly protective. He wouldn't let me out of his sight, even in his own home, and forced me to sit in his office the entire day while he was catching up on any paperwork he had missed.

It's funny to think a gang leader has paper work, but apparently there's a shit ton.

I crept away and snuck downstairs, walking into the kitchen. I smiled at Charles, who was standing at the oven cooking himself some pancakes. We sat in silence before I eventually groaned and flopped my forehead onto the countertop.

"What's wrong?" Charles laughed at my expression, flipping the pancake in his skillet.

"For the love of everything holy, let's go clubbing. Damien has been keeping me under his armpit the entire week I've been here, he doesn't even want me going back to school." He chuckled as he slid his pancakes on his plate, chucking his fork at me when I tried to slip one off of his plate.

"Okay fine, go get ready and I'll tell Damien we're going to a club."

I grinned and pretty much tackled him, wincing just the slightest at how sore my body still was. I shrugged it off and took one of his pancakes, skirting around him when he chucked his fork at me again.

I walked into Damien's room and quickly took a shower, tugging on Damien's shirt while I put make up on. I was excited, I finally got to show off my tattoos today. I got to look attractive, and not worry about coming home to my moms wrath.

I was excited because I was going to get drunk tonight and finally chill the fuck out.

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I smiled at my reflection in the mirror; dark hair and mismatched eyes. My tattoos were well on display, an off the shoulder maroon velvet dress clad on my curvy body. I paired it with ankle combat boots, because even the thought of me in heels is laughable.

I stepped out the room I took over in order to get ready and made my way down the stairs, my phone in my hand and clutch in the other. I stepped into the living room where quite a lot of Damien's gang sat in, including the devil himself.

I was met with whistles and catcalls as I mockingly spun around, grinning when Damien practically growled at everyone and wrapped me into his arms. His body was tense until I touched him, his muscles relaxing under my fingertips.

He leaned down to my ear and kissed me directly under it, causing me to bite my lip so I didn't let out a traitorous moan. "You're mine little girl."

"I'm not that little, Damien." I smirked at the growl he let out just by me saying his name, his fingers tracing along my tattoos. I spun out of his hold and walked to the front door where Joey, Jake, and Charles stood. "Come on Damien, clubs waiting."

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The club was packed by the time we got their, half of them already wasted and the other half smoking from the hookah bar close to the center. I grinned as I snagged a shot off the bar, winking to Damien as I shot it back. I wanted to be different tonight, I wanted to be free.

I smiled as I danced along to the song playing in the club, bounding in and out of the crowd surrounding me. Damien just watched me from his seat in a booth against the wall, his eyes trained on me the entire time.

I didn't let any guys touch me, actually, no one touched me. I wasn't dancing provocatively, I was just bouncing along to the bass and letting my hair loose. I felt amazing, and I'm sure the shots I kept knocking back helped with that. I grinned when Charles came up to me and danced, the song bleeding through my muscles and taking over.

I finally made my way back to Damien when a guy walked up close behind me, his eyes trained on Damien. I sat next to Damien and took out a knife he had forced me to strap onto my body, inching closer to the warmth Damien sent off.

"A guy followed me over here." I muttered to him, feeling his head nod slightly. He waved two fingers over to someone in the corner, my eyes watching as the guy that followed me got knocked out.

I placed a chaste kiss on Damien's neck, grinning when he shuddered. "Come on, let's get out of here, lets go home."

I laughed as he practically swooped me up into his arms, maneuvering through the crowd of people. I laughed again when he stumbled and threw me a couple of inches into the air, only to catch me seconds later. He looked at me with such concern, it made my ice heart warm up into the inferno he made it.

He placed me into his car and reached under the seat, handing me a bottle of Caribbean Way. "Seriously?"

He chuckled as I twisted open the cap while he drove, taking a swig of the coconut flavored rum in my hands. I winced slightly at the burn running down my throat, before pushing it to the back of my head while I took another sip. I grew and grew closer into my drunken stupor when we finally got home, my legs stumbling me out of the car and up the huge house before me.

He opened the locked door and chuckled when I spun in a circle, sending him a grin. "You need to do shots so you can catch up!"

He laughed at my excited shouts, pulling out four shot glasses before filling each of them up. He knocked each one back quickly, my own buzzed eyes watching as his pupils dilated and grow glassy. I chuckled as I took a sip from the white bottle before me, hopping up onto the cabinet as I stared at Damien.

"Why me?" I raised my eyebrows at Damien's words, isn't that supposed to be my speech?

"What do you mean?"

"You're beautiful. You're so kind and brave, you're everything I truly don't deserve. I mean seriously, you're so fucking kind! I've fucking killed people, all the while your mom was beating you! I don't deserve you, I really don't." His head hung forward in shame as he stood between my legs, my heart hammering in my chest.

I raised his head up and kissed him gently, his dark eyes staring straight into my mismatched ones. "Don't you dare say that, ever again. I love you, and you are worth everything in the world to me. Now take me upstairs, and make love to me, fuck me, call it whatever you want, but let's just do it."

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Our lips met, our tongues entwined and danced together. If I had any resistance, and it was a big if, it was rapidly disappearing, Damien moved me towards the bedroom. Pretty much every drop of alcohol running through my veins dissipated at that moment, and I felt the most sober I had in weeks.

Our lips never left one another's until he gently sat me on the edge of the bed, he leant forward and we were kissing again. This time he kissed down my neck, he nibbled my ear. He moved towards my breasts. I sighed deeply as he slipped my dress from my shoulders, expert fingers unclipping my bra. I couldn't resist the content sigh leaving my lips, my heart racing deep within my chest.

His lips found my embarrassingly hard nipples, my moans coming out loud against my own will. My dress was now down to my waist and had ridden high up my thighs, I suspected my panties were in full view. I was thanking god I had remembered to wear something other than the plain white ones I wore time and time again.

I groaned in appreciation as he teased my nipples again, occasionally biting them gently with his teeth. His hands ran up my thighs stroking gently as he went higher and higher. He arrived at the crutch of my thong, if it was damp I wouldn't have been surprised or embarrassed; Damien practically had me swooning.

I had never been treated like this and I absolutely loved it. Damien's fingers were working around the crutch of my thong gently turning me on even more, if that was possible. After a few minutes of this treatment my breathing was heavy. My backside was moving attempting to get my pussy onto his fingers, he teased all around my pussy. God there was no sense of urgency in his actions, just teasing. I moaned when he got his finger into the back of my thong and gave a little pull causing it to rub against my clit.

Another surprise came next when Damien moved down and began to kiss my inner thighs, moving upwards slowly towards his target. Again expertly he pulled my thong to one side. This time his kisses found my wet pussy, he moaned his appreciation as he ran his tongue along my pussy lips. My bum was certainly off the bed at this stage.

The feelings coming from between my legs was controlling every inch of my body and mind. Damien found my clit, and just by one flick of his tongue I lost myself, I had my first orgasm induced by someone other than myself.

Unashamedly I grabbed his head and ground my crutch hard onto his lashing tongue, my orgasm intensified. Damien grabbed my legs and pushed them upwards towards my chest, this exposed my pussy fully to him.

Did I care? Was I embarrassed? Not one bit. Damien somewhat mercilessly worked my clit, he slipped a finger into my wet pussy, my orgasm went on and on. I knew I was screaming loudly but didn't care. No one was home, every person in the house was gone at the club or out drinking somehow.

I felt my orgasm subsiding and I began to relax when Damien attacked my clit with renewed vigour, my subsiding orgasm reared its head again taking me back to the dizzy heights once more. Jesus could I take this anymore? Another orgasm racked my body and mind. I was just at the top of my orgasm when Damien slipped his little finger up my bum. This new sensation enhanced my pleasure beyond belief, I may have even passed out for a few moments, passed out through the sheer pleasure this man had given me.

I had no idea how long he had performed on me. I was regaining my senses when it dawned on me I had been totally selfish. I intended to make amends and attacked his shirt unbuttoning it somewhat expertly.

No time to admire his physic I was only interested in getting at his cock. I unbuckled his belt and flipped the button before unzipping his pants, Sliding his jeans down, leaving his boxers in place. I regained a little composure and decided to tease him a little. I grabbed his bum and caressed it placing little kisses on his tummy and around the waistband of his boxers.

Enough of this teasing down to the crux of the matter. I slowly eased his boxers down exposing the base of his cock, it appeared thicker than I had ever imagined. I placed a little kiss on it and eased his boxers down further expecting his cock to leap out. I eased his boxers down a little further, and further and further. Jesus what had he got here? Without much ado I pulled his boxers right down past his knees. His cock leapt out springing upwards.

My eyes opened wide at the sight that greeted me, "Oh my God," I managed as I stared in awe at the size of his dick.

Damien was looking at my reaction, "Sorry Fern." He apologised smiling, he had obviously seen this reaction before. Bastard.

Almost scared to touch it, as it was pointing directly at my mouth. It seemed the obvious thing to do was use it on him. Slowly I moved forward and placed a kiss right on the end of his cock, it twitched in response.

My mouth struggled to accommodate his girth, I reached up and took him in my hand although I could only get about two thirds of the way around. I kissed up and down his shaft making him groan. Returning to the head I could get a couple of inches into my mouth, I coated the top of his cock in saliva and admired my work. I had always considered I gave a decent blow job.

Damien placed his hands on my shoulders and lifted me up onto the bed, I glanced down and saw his cock pointing towards my crutch, my wanton willing very wet crotch. Oh how I wanted him, to feel his cock inside me, his huge balls banging against my bum. I needed shagging and no mistake about it I needed shagging now. Damien moved forward holding his cock in one hand he rubbed his knob end along my wet slit. I opened my legs and lifted them towards my chest. His knob end entered my willing pussy, slowly he began to move into me.

He withdrew almost completely before sliding in to me slightly deeper, three, four , five times he did the same movement and I came without reservation. His cock driving me over the top and into ecstasy. I relaxed a little and he began to move a bit faster. I looked down and estimated he had about half his cock up me. He wasn't going in any further, or so I thought. I felt another orgasm building rapidly. I opened my legs slightly wider. I screamed as I came again strongly, Damien began to thrust harder my orgasm heightened in intensity I could feel every inch of him stretching my little pussy.

The intensity of my orgasm must have been too much for Damien. I think I heard him mutter sorry as he drove into me deeper. It hurt, it hurt alot and suddenly there was a twang from somewhere deep inside my fanny, I screamed again this time with pain, the pain was severe. Damien didn't stop shagging me, probably ten strokes latter I felt his balls slap against my backside.

"Yes, yes, fuck me, God fuck me," The pain had subsided and changed into pleasure. I matched his every thrust with my own, my arse thrusting with his rhythm, my brain was completely scrambled .

"I'm cumming, oh God I'm cumming ,yes yes!" I screamed as my fingernails racked his back, my orgasm went on and on and on. I was just coming down when I felt his cock thicken. He was fucking me harder now and he grunted as he came. I felt every squirt of spunk from his massive cock, another orgasm ripped through me and completely blew my mind.

We lay in each others arms coming down from our fucking. In the afterglow my mind was all over the place/ My pussy felt like it had never felt before a mixture of randyness, satisfaction and soreness. To say I had just been fucked was an understatement in my book. Damien caressed my back lovingly. A feeling of contentment swept over me, we didn't speak for a while just enjoyed the afterglow of the most satisfying sex I had ever had.

"I love you mi amor." I smiled at his accent peaking through, snuggling deeper into the duvet he had wrapped around us. I was content, and in love, and I don't think there was anything that could possibly tear me away from his heart.

"Truthfully, I completely and utterly love you Damien Asher." I was met with a kiss on my shoulder blade and a playful growl from the love of my life as I rolled over and shut my eyes, willing myself to finally and fully let myself fall asleep.