~ ANASTASIA ~
The warm glow of the floor lamps and the soft hums of the air conditioning welcomes me as I step foot into Damien's penthouse — my apartment if not for his freaking involvement. But my brain wasn't focused on the plush white couches and sofas. Instead, my mind still reels from the kiss. The first kiss at the altar was vicious and fierce. It was as if he was trying to pass a point across to me. Claiming me. Punishing me. Making his stance known. And yes, it made my brain mushy and my pulse run hot. But it's the second kiss that ignites my blood and has my toes curling in my shoe even if I don't want to admit it. It was playful and something I think looks like regret lingers in my heart. I should have have— “Ahhh…” I gasp in surprise when my head suddenly meets a hard coarse surface. I step back, seeing it's Damien who'd suddenly stop. “What the fuck are you thinking?” “I should be asking you that.” He scowls. I hiss, gathering my veil into my hand before rumpling it together to throw it on one of the sofas. “Don't even try that.” He says, his voice dropping to a low edge. I turn to him, brows raised but he says nothing. That was when I finally shifted my gaze away from him to take in his… apartment. The pristine white couches and sofas look too neat as if they were not being used at all. The center table looks clean, even the tiles have no blemishes. And that's when I turn back to the bastard standing with his own eyes fixed on me. Damien fucking Vicenzo is a clean freak. My mind goes back to my disaster of a apartment and I swallow. “What?” “I don't want my living room looking like your room.” He states, shrugging his jacket off as he starts to move away from the sofa's edge. I snicker, stretching my hand to throw the veil on the couch when I halt midair. “Hey? Like my room?” He looks at me over his shoulder. “Yes.” “Were you peeping?” I ask, gritting my teeth. He's unbelievable! “Who knows?” He shrugs, opening the door to a room down the hall and stepping in. Then, he shuts it close. Heat crawls up my face in embarrassment and anger as I resist the urge to bury my self in the ground and bash his head against the fucking counter. The door opens again and he steps out of the room without his jacket and with his sleeves rolled up to his arms. “Aren't you going to change?” I clear my throat. “Ummm, yes.” “Your luggages is in there.” He points to the room he just stepped out of as he walks casually to the open kitchen. “Huh? Where's my room?” He points to the room he just got out of and I shrug casually, fiddling with the pins in my hair while I walk towards the door. However, when I open the door, my eyes widen and I march back to the open kitchen, fury blazing in my blood. “We are to share the same fucking room?!” He stares at me in confusion, halfway into his coffee. “Unfortunately, yes. The penthouse only has one room. You can take the couch while I take the bed though.” I laugh, a humorless one while I turn back to the direction of the room. “You must be fucking kidding me.” Then, I slam the door loudly, making sure he hears. I lean on the door, huffing while I take in the entire room. It's like two times bigger than my room with a king sized bed that can fit ten people. There's a floor to ceiling window that occupies the entire right wall of the room. The floor is illuminated by soft golden floor lamps. To my left, there's a small black shelf filled with books lined against the white wall. There's also a full length mirror and a dressing table. A sigh slips from my throat, wondering where my luggages are “The closet should be somewhere here.” I whisper, walking to my left. I turn the first door, but it is the toilet, the second is the closet. I shake my head, seeing that all my luggages has been neatly arranged. I pick a pair of baby pink trousers and a matching baggy sweats before making my way to the door. Dropping it on the bed, I move to the dressing table and sit down, pulling each drawer out. My mouth widens in confusion and awe. Each drawer is filled with my stuff. Nonetheless, I take a cleanser and a wool and wipe off all my makeup until my skin is bare. I pull the pin from my hair, letting it cascade down my shoulders. My hands slip to my back, pulling and tugging at the knots holding the corset of my gown while I slowly walk to the full length mirror. I bite my lip in defeat. I'm definitely sleeping in this gown tonight because my hand couldn't reach the zip holding the fucking corset. I inhale deeply, turning my shoulders until it hurts but I'm not near giving up and I'm determined to fail trying when the door opens. I turn to the door in annoyance when my eyes land on Damien who was cradling a cup of coffee. “Do you fucking mind?” I snap. He sighs, licking his lips as he takes slow steps towards me. “You understand that this is my room too, right?” “Well, can I get some privacy for one fucking second?” He brings the coffee to his lips, definitely hiding his reaction as his gaze wanders my body. “Do you need a hand?” He asks. “No.” I grind out. “Privacy. Ever heard of that?” He sighs and without a word, walks past me to the attached bathroom after dropping the coffee on the dressing mirror. I turn back to the mirror. My face has gone red in anger and I can barely breathe due to how my hand is bent awkwardly behind my back. “Do you need a hand?” I mimic his voice. “Yen yen yen yen.” I push my shoulders upward and I hear it crack before pain shoots into my body from my shoulders. I screech, closing my eyes. “Jesus Christ! What the fuck?!” Suddenly, the bathroom's door is yanked open and Damien rushes out of it, his eyes blazing with fury and in alert. He's… naked with only a towel hanging snugly around his waist. I turn away from his body, annoyed while my cheeks turn red in embarrassment. I fix my gaze on myself again, trying to reach the zip when I feel him behind me. “I—” “ —Just shut up and let me help.” He interrupts and I gulp. I stiffen when I feel his fingers on mine. It burns from the mild contact but I slowly let go of the dress and allow my hand to drop by my sides. He packs my hair and drops it over my shoulder. He grabs the zip and yanks it open and I gulp, holding the cloth to my chest while I barely contain my shivers. “Thank—” Then, his fingers latch to another hook. “Damien, I can…” I trail off as I feel him unclasp the hook too and I shiver when I feel cold air hitting my back. His fingers slip underneath the two halves of the back of my dress, pushing them apart and I gasp, holding my dress tightly to stop it from falling from my breast. I tried to talk, but it was as if I'd lost my voice. I feel Damien tugging the two halves of my dress, not yanking it, but it was a silent order. And I don't know what had gotten into me, but I dropped my hand. The dress falls away. And I gulp when I feel his hands on my back while the dress pools at my feet until I'm standing in just a pair of lacy white thong panties. Bridal panties. His hands slide over my hip and I tremble, a shiver running down my spine. Then, he turns me around, and we are facing each other. He moves into me, our bodies pressing together and I can feel my nipple hardening. My eyes widen when I feel a bulge pressing into my stomach and I slowly raise my head to meet his eyes even when all the nerves in my body are screaming in protest. I gulp, the loud voices in my heart swallowing the scream of protest in my brain. And I stand on my tippy toes while he leans down to meet me halfway. I made the decision and sear my lips to his and he claims mine in a single most possessive kiss of my life. We are here. And I think that…. We are not supposed to be here. There's definitely no going back now.~ ANASTASIA ~ I'm choosing to be reckless. I know I will probably regret this when I'm down from the high but I couldn't care less, not when my body melts against Damien's and I whimper when his tongue delves deeper into my mouth. ‘This isn't right’ My brain whispers, but I push the voice back, deciding to turn a blind eye to it for now. This is Damien, my fucking high school crush who crushed me. But we are married. A contract marriage for that matter. Maybe we are just making things easier by… “Ohhhh…” I let out a long throaty moan when he cups my face and grips my hip possessively while his mouth descends to my neck, his tongue licking my throat from base to top. I let my hands roam over his bare chest which doesn't have even a spec of ink on it. And sweet Jesus, his body. Ohh, his body. I've gawked at him from afar, even lusted after it, back when he was my enemy of a neighbour without curtains and when he was the central midfielder in the school's football team when I'd joine
~ DAMIEN ~ I have always thrived on control. Seeing people at my mercy, knowing that I have the power to mould them or break them, that I have the pen and eraser to seal their fate. Most call me monster, some devil, some even call me bastard. Well, I'm all. You may be thinking that my experience made me like this. Maybe I'd gone through some shitty moments in life, perhaps from an abusive father or an abusive mother. Newsflash? No, I didn't have any of that. My ruthlessness didn't stem from my childhood, and I wasn't like a diamond that was forged under pressure. Instead, I've always been like this. Thriving on control, brutality, beauty in blood, love for the sound of gunshot, wanting to watch the world burn. Everything. I was born this way. It was like that placenta that followed me to the world but was cooked for me to eat instead of being buried with the demons of the world. It was like my flesh that expanded as I continue to grow and now, it continues to impact those around
~ ANASTASIA ~ I think I'm going insane. Or. I've already gone insane. Jesus Christ, what have I done. I close my eyes tightly, feeling the mild tingles between my thighs. I've never been this embarrassed in my life, jeez. I slowly peel my eyes open, and I shut them again when I catch him sitting beside the bed in my peripheral vision. Jesusfuckingchrist. ‘Don’t you dare act like a hussy!’ Inhaling, I gather what's left of my pride and sit up, rubbing the remnants of fake sleep away from my face with a yawn. I spare him a glance which soon turns to a glare when I spot the amused look on his face. “What time is it?” I ask, the question coming out harsher than I'd intended. He places his palm under his chin. “An hour and fifteen minutes after you blackout from cumming around my fingers.” I feel heat pooling between my thighs as my face grows hot from embarrassment. Then, I clear my throat and throw away the duvet, hurriedly climbing out of the bed. Wrong move. Blood rushes to
~ ANASTASIA ~ The past two days have been monotonous at best. And it consist of me avoiding Damien like the plague which is a hard thing to do because of the open settings of the fucking penthouse. Just like I'd expected, we are under something I've decided to call a house arrest because Damien said we must make them believe we are on our honeymoon and it should last for at least three to four days. This is not what I envisioned for my wedding and its honeymoon for real. Or, at least what I planned with Isabella when we were watching Cinderella. But as I grew up, I knew mine won't be normal and it will be just a childhood dream. Afterall, what's normal? I've only heard about it and I've never lived it. Other kids are not forced to learn how to use a gun at seven or forced to move undercover or under tight security. I let out a bitter chuckle as I grabbed the shot and down it in a go before grabbing the bottle to pour another one. Right now, I'm sitting in the bar area of the penth
~ ANASTASIA ~ I step deeper into the large household, mentally rolling my eyes as an old man in white and black butler outfit after speaking with Damien walks towards me. “Good evening, Mrs Vicen–” “Ms. Zhukov.” I correct. He frowns in puzzlement. “I'm keeping my maiden name.” I say, the words sounding like a lie even to my own ears. He nods stiffly. “Very good ma'am. Shall I excort you to the–” “Oh no, thanks a bunch, but I can manage.” I wonder what that bastard was thinking. Does he think I need a babysitter or something? I watch as he stands stiffly before me. He spares Damien's retreating back a glance and turns back to me. “Allow me to–” “Where's the way to the bathroom?” I ask, cutting him off. He nods in satisfaction and points to his left. “That way, then turn left and walk downwards, you will see the sign on the door.” I nod, forcing a smile. At least, he won't follow me to the bathroom. I spare him one last glance before making my way to the direction he'd giv
~ ANASTASIA ~ Then I catch myself. I shrug casually as I pull my hand away from Isabella's grip.“I'm not playing any games.” I try to say but my words sound like a slur even to my own ears.“What happened with the butler?”“None of your concern. And you too, what happened with the waiter?” I ask, liquid courage flowing in my veins as I step closer to him.Damien's eyes narrows.“How dare you order him not to give me what I want?”“I told you quite clearly –”“It still hasn't dawn on you that you don't own me right?”His eyes flare and I smile internally in triumph but it was short-lived as his hand latches to my wrist and he grips it tightly. I can feel my insides boil. Not in anger but in something more dangerous. Desire.How can something as simple as a touch turn me on?“Like hell I don't. You are my wife.” He says, gritting his teeth. I roll me eyes. “Roomies.” I quote. “Or should I say housies? Do I need to remind you that we don't even share the same bed?” I ask in a whispe
~ ANASTASIA ~“Anastasia Zhukov?” The unfamiliar man asks and I shrug casually but warily. I turn fully to him, leaning against the edge.“Yes. That's me? Do I know you?”He steps away from where I believe he was hiding and I assess him. Black shirt. Black pants. Loafers. Bald. Big. Scary. I can't get his eyes colour but he looks… bland at most.And almost scary.Probably one of the Casa Vicenzo member. But for him to be here at this time, he must be a core one.He chuckles as if sensing me assessing him and he steps forward until he's standing just a few feet away from me.“Such an interesting little thing.” He says with a chuckle.I said nothing, the gears in my head turning while I try to think. I can smell trouble.“Do you perhaps know me?” He finally asks after a long wave of silence that feels like eternity.I stylishly move away from him, watching as he leans against the low wall of the rooftop which reached just a little above his waist.“No I don't. You don't have a type of
~ DAMIEN ~Why am I angry?To be honest, I don't know the reason.Was it because Enzo managed to escape the dungeon right under Vittorio's fucking nose?I said that boy is useless. He thinks with his muscles instead of his head.Or was it because he dared hurt what's mine?Or, both…“Is he…” I stop myself from asking if he's dead. Knowing Dimitra, she would have killed him.So, I just fix my gaze on the hot angry stuff standing before me in the gown I'd specially picked for her and holy hell, heaven knows how bad I want to rip off her cloth and finish what we started that night.Her anger turns me on.But I push my feelings aside and step closer to her. I grab her hands which she'd yanked away“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice coming out breathy.Her eyes flickers to my lips, speechless for a while before her countenance changed back to anger. She yanks her hand away again and folds it across her chest.“Of course I am.”“So sorry about that.” I say to her and turn to Dimitra. “And you,
~ DAMIEN ~A mistake.That's what it is.It shouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have let my joy overwhelm me, forgetting Anastasia's wants in the process.When did it get to this?Fuck it. I think I'm losing myself.I stare at her retreating back in a daze. She didn't say anything to me as she steps into the car. Her bodyguard fixes his eyes on me and if looks could kill, I would have turned into ashes but two can play the game, so I shoot him one of mine.“I'm going to kill you.” He mouths before stepping into the car and driving her away.Do I follow her?I shake my head at the intrusive thought.If Anastasia wants space, she wants it. I've already locked her in. She should be a free bird tonight.With a sigh, I turn and make my way back into the house, trying to ignore my beating heart which I'd thought was dead.Anastasia is a thief.And she's not only a thief, but a worm too.She stole my heart or anything that's left of it with her snide sarcastic comments and she wormed her wa
~ ANASTASIA ~“What actually happened?” Claud asks as we speed off into the night.I say nothing, my gaze outside the window. “Nothing you should worry about.” I whisper.“You know you can tell me anything.” How do I tell him that I was angry because Damien didn't put my personal feelings first at first and he'd let his joy overwhelm him? How do I tell him that I'm angry that I'm angry? How do I tell him that my mood is slowly getting haywire and I'm irritated for nothing?Telling him I'm pregnant is not an option.The purpose of this arranged marriage is merging. The child that's slowly growing in me is the result of the merging. Telling them I'm pregnant will bring attention and I will feel like… an animal. An animal that was led to the slaughter that finally produced leather or an animal that was grazed that finally started producing milk.I don't want to feel like that. Ever again.“Fuck it.” Claud suddenly curses, jerking me out of my thoughts.Claud never curses unless overwhel
~ ANASTASIA ~“Oh darling.” She chimes before standing up and engulfing me in a warm hug - or, as warm as her lithe body could allow.She cups my face, her eyes searching mine before they dart to Damien behind me and they wrinkle in the corners as she smiles.Were they talking about me?Was she telling him about my resemblance to mother or father?My heart beats fast in my chest as I stay still, my palm feeling sweaty. She smiles at me one last time before pulling away and grabbing my hand.“We have dinner waiting, my dear. Come come, let's eat.” She says, leading me to the dining hall.I gulp, hoping she won't notice how sweaty my palm is. My other hand tightens on my bag which has my phone, my tummy tingling in paranoia.I spare Damien who was walking behind a glance and a shuddering breath slips past my throat. Nothing is wrong.It's just my anxiety and paranoia.I convince myself as we step foot into the vast dining hall.Damien's brother was there. Including Dimitra. Seems like
~ ANASTASIA ~I hold my breath, my eyes on his face, waiting for his reaction.Is he as confused as me? Did he hear his dreams and hopes shatter with the news of the pregnancy? Is his mind and heart torn between keeping the pregnancy and aborting it? Did he–He smiles. Not his regular tight-lipped one or his hearty laughters or his annoying grins and smirks. But he smiles, showing all his thirty-two white pearl-like teeth as he walks towards me and lifts me before spinning me.I stare at him in confusion, watching as his eyes crinkles at the side. Then, he drops me and kisses my forehead. Maybe I didn't know what I was thinking, but my lips stretch into a smile too and my heart blooms in happiness as I inhale his scent, his happiness rubbing off me. His puckered lips meet my forehead, pecking me before descending to my neck.I tilt my neck, giving him more accessibility.“I'm so happy right now.” He whispers against my skin, pulling me closer to him as if wanting to eliminate the li
~ ANASTASIA ~° A week later ~ Still under ‘home arrest’.°“Take. You pee inside a bowl or potty. Then, you dip it inside it to check.” Isabella says, passing me a pregnancy test strip she'd gotten for me.With scrunched nose, I collect the strip from her. “It's just fever.” I grumble. “That's how I always feel when I have fever.”“Yes, it's just fever but still, use it. I'm leaving now. Text the results to me sissy. So, I can know if I'm going to be an aunt soon.”“Shut up bitch.” I say with a chuckle. “I use my pill after the third round and my calendar says that's not a fertile day.”“Hmmm, your pale face says something else.” She says, leaving me as she walks towards the door. She blows me a kiss before shutting the door close.My gaze lingers on the kit in annoyance, a strange feeling starting to pool in my belly. It's… dread.I don't feel good.But I can't be pregnant.I let out a sigh and stand up, taking my shorts off while I mentally praise the being above. Damien had gone t
~ ANASTASIA ~That day was the first time we would have sex. But it wasn't the last.The other day, Damein bent me over the counter and fucked me until I cried. There was a day he fucked me with my face pressed against the wall to wall window, overlooking the city while I fear that no one would catch a sight of me getting railed from behind.So many scenarios I'd forgotten in the span of eight days.And now? I'm tired!Like, I've had enough!And yeah, I can't walk without feeling him in me.With my pussy throbbing mildly, I walk towards him. He lifts his gaze, his eyes landing on my face as I sit down on the sofa opposite me.“You good?” He asks.I shake my head. “I can't keep up anymore.”Not with the thorough fucking.“I need to go out.”He sighs and leans his back against the head rest of the sofa. “Someone is after your life, Anastasia. We have two attempts in just two weeks. If you are to go out, you must take at least six guards with you.”My brows shoot up, my mind wandering to
~ ANASTASIA ~I can't stop myself from falling. And no, not in love.But into a dark abyss due to exhaustion. I stay on the bed, limp, my breath coming out in short shuddering whimpers. I know my clitoris will be swollen by tomorrow.I feel someone pulling me up and some minutes later, I'm enveloped my something warm. Is this aftercare? I've never experienced it before. But I'm too tired to swat him up, to tell him that I can take care of myself. Maybe it's because I simply can't shoulder the… romance of this? Only real lovers gives aftercare.Damien and I are not one.He lathers my body with a scented shampoo and cleans my core with a wet towel. Even though I'm tired and I feel like I might die if I have another orgasm, I still moan when his fingers and the towel brushes over my core.Horny? Probably yes. Damaged? Definitely.He leaves me in the water and comes back minutes later before picking me up. As soon as my back meets the surface of the bed, darkness fully consumes me...
~ DAMIEN ~Fuck.I unbutton my shirt in a hurry, holding her gaze, watching as her chest heaves up on down with her hands pinned above her head.“Let go off me.” She pants, eyes dazed and her pouty swollen lips glistening causing my cock to throb in my pants.I didn't.I pull my shirt with force, buttons popping and flying everywhere before I lean down again and claim her lips. I suck her lips hard as I release her hands and start fiddling with her gown without breaking the kiss.Then, I draw her up a little and tug the gown off, leaving her in strapless bra and boyshorts. She's… breathtaking.“I want to kiss you everywhere.” I say, my voice coming out hoarse.“Please do.” I start by tugging her bra off. Her boyshorts follows. Then my pants, and my boxer, leaving us naked.My eyes rakes over her perky firm tits with hard pink nipples. I lean down and start with her neck. I squeeze her left breast as my mouth meets her right nipple and I bite it before sucking it.She gasps, squirmin
~ ANASTATIA ~I'm really going to die.I don't even get to talk to Isabella after ignoring her calls for days just because of being stressed.I'm going to die.I never got to apologize to Damien for what mother did nor did I get to fuck–Then, with brutal force, I feel something tugging me backwards before I meet the hard ground, eliciting a wince from me as pain shoots through my skull due to the impact. I feel someone shaking me wildly as if I weigh nothing, their body shielding my face from the rain which continues to beat down on other part of me except for my face.“Ana!”I blink in daze before his figure comes into focus.“Are you crazy?!” He screams, his eyes darting to the direction the truck had disappeared to. Maybe I am.Then, he picks me up and I can't even refuse.I almost lost my life. Again.His hand tightens around my thighs as he lifts me up, his other hand supporting my back. I can't feel my arms as I place my head against his chest, listening to his erratic heartbe