AN : SMUT. SMUT SMUT WARNING!!!!TW FOR ANYONEEEEE WHO DONT FUCK WIT SMUTTT!!!5K WORDS SO SMD.
Guys, first time writing smut in like six months..pray for me! gonna write this, try not to die. this chapter revolves a lot around jealousy. <3
5K WORDS SO SMD. also unedited. so smd.
also, just wanted to mention, the reason why I haven't changed her last name when it's her pov is because I want her to feel as if her life is still hers, it isn't a mistake per say, it's to show that she still has control, she just doesn't realise it because in her mind she is a Russo, a girl chained away. SO YEAHHH!!
degration, praising, rough sex. that's your warning! and multiple pov switches...
BYEEEE
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~Elana D'amore~
I resist the urge to roll my eyes when I hear fake laughs through out the banquet hall. Everyone here is either fake as hell towards one another or don't want to be here at all.
I haven't had a genuine connection is so long, to find peace in my mind. I want to feel no thoughts, and maybe there is a way. To realise there is more out there than thoughts, than feelings, but the universe itself. Or maybe I'm just being crazy.
Genuinely, I am only here to support my brother, flaunt the marriage that I was forced into, and then go back to the estate. Simple plan, except that plan was destroyed when Damon's lips were sucking on my neck and I was grinding desperately on him. It was pathetic how easily I gave in, but it's a mistake I can't afford to make again. Lust, that's all it was.
And yet, I can still feel the heat of his body radiating off him, feeling his toned abs through the thin dress shirt, and the way his plump lips looked when he looked down at me with his green eyes. It was despicable yet desiring. Hence why I need to stay away. Confusion isn't something I like, nor is uncertainty. A shiver runs through me at the thought of ever doing that again. God it felt like heaven and hell merged into one.
"Elana, earth to Elana?" I gasp, staring at Carina who's looking at me and then at the hickey on my neck. Her eyes widen as her lips pursed in shock.
"Who the fuck marked you like you're their territory?" She mumbles in a whisper, pulling me a little closer so I could hear her.
"Take a wild guess." I scoff, staring behind her to see my husband talking with another mafia family. French mafia, and unfortunately my family had made an alliance with them. Even though they act like scum and the urge to throw a baguette at them is strong.
"Damon?" I nod and the way her jaw drops almost makes me laugh.
"Did you like it?' She questions with wide eyes like she's a crazy person. I sigh, reluctantly nodding again as I sipped on my red wine. Keeping my eyes on my husband who talks with the French mafia princess like she's something special. I try my hardest not to scowl in disgust as Ivy spews questions left and right.
