{ Damon } It’s been a week since my arrest and I realize that Aiden was right, as always. We’re going viral. I’ve tried to stay away from my phone as much as possible, but it’s impossible when it’s the ONLY thing I can do to keep my brain active. But every single headline I see in there is pure fucking bullshit. “Harry Carrington protects his sexual abuser son”. Yeah, losers, because he loves me. “Tundra Models was a front for human trafficking”. No, it fucking wasn’t. “Berenice Carrington is pregnant”. She’s not, but I guess she’s looking fat lately. “Damon Carrington has the psychopath face physiognomy” I fucking don’t, I checked. “The most beautiful family in the country,” some call us. “What are their secrets?” they all want to know. I hope they don’t find them. But the attention on us hasn’t stopped. Now our house is surrounded by private security after a group of feminists came to vandalize it. They threw red paint and stones with hate messages written on the
“Well, what you did was very, very bad, but I’m sure you understand that now. Look at this,” I say to my daughter, lifting the side of her hair that’s burnt, “Hair grows back, but skin doesn’t. If your whole head caught on fire, you’d have horrific scars now, you’d probably be dead. And Antony will probably always have a scar that will remind him of that moment.” “Good,” she spits out as soon as she hears about Antony, without any remorse in her voice. I have to bite my lip to keep myself from smiling, “He was pissing me off.” ‘Then he deserved it’ I want to say, but I can’t. I’m a good father… or at least I try to be. Zion always repeats that I’m not a real sociopath and I think he’s right. I can definitely recognize good and bad. And I know burning people is BAD, even if it’s funny. “Do you think it was worth it? Burning your pretty hair off and getting in trouble only because he pissed you off?” I ask. Amy thinks about it for a moment, then shakes her head to say no, “Exact
I smile at my daughter in the mirror and I take all of her hair to gather it on her back, thinking about how crazy it is that I made her. By accident, but still. She looks so much like me, it’s crazy. She has my eyes, my hair and the same color of my skin. And if she really set someone on fire without feeling bad about it… maybe she got my fucked up brain, too. If that’s the case, she needs me. She needs me so I can be her savior, enabler and best friend, like my own dad is to me. “Do not move or I might cut your neck wide open,” I warn to make sure she’ll stay still. She does. Amy straightens her back and waits like a good girl while I start cutting the burnt hair, then carefully follow that line. I’m cutting off the hair she’s had since she was born, but who cares? Hair grows. A few minutes later, the haircut is done. Amy’s mouth drops open as she sees herself in the mirror with fully short hair for the first time, at chin length. I did an amazing job, it’s super straig
{ Lily } Things got out of control. What was supposed to be a campaign against Damon ended up with the whole family being harassed, not just by the TVD but by other people too. Random people. Brian says everything will calm down once the trial concludes, but I’m not sure. I used to have a couple thousand followers on my social media accounts, but now — just two weeks since everything came to light — I’m in the tens of thousands. Random people on the street stop me to ask questions about my ‘brother’ or my parents. They know who I am. Who we are. Someone extremely random even called my dog the other day by his full government name. Chocolate Carrington. But the training sessions I’ve been doing alone at home have worked. Chocolate is a very calm and friendly dog, but now he knows that when I say ‘attack,’ it means I want him to bark like a dog from hell and jump at whoever is in front of us. That has managed to keep many people away from me when I’m walking him alone, includi
Holy shit. I've never been in Damon’s room before and even though I've always been curious, I know I shouldn't be alone with him, especially not in his reign. It feels evil in here. Also, he’s more frantic than usual."Damon! What the hell are you doing?!" "I want what you've been giving Aiden, it's my turn now," he says once he has me fully inside his dark room. Literally, the only light in here comes from the window and the curtains aren't even fully open. I'm not lying, I feel like I just walked into hell. And what the fuck is he even saying? "Why are you so slow, Lily? I want you to open your legs for me and let me fuck you too, it's about damn time. I haven't come in two weeks, waiting for this moment." All the blood goes out of my body at his words. How the hell does he know about that? We have been careful. To the extreme. "B-but..." I stutter, unsure and petrified, "Damon, I'm not liking this. Just let me go. Talk to Aiden when he gets back, he'll explain what's going
"I told him about us too," Damon continues, this makes me turn to look at him again, "Don't play dumb, Lily, you're always looking at me, almost obsessively. I told Aiden about that day when you found me fucking Francesca in the backyard." The mention of that day makes me swallow in nerves and move my eyes away again. He's not wrong. I walked in on him fucking a girl from behind, so hard it looked painful. He was pulling on her hair, entranced in the pleasure, so I just... I couldn't help myself, I stayed there for a couple of minutes and watched. When he found my eyes, he only was surprised for just one second, then he smiled and started fucking her even harder, making the girl cry out so loud, I'm sure the neighbors heard her. "Press play, baby. You should see what he showed us," Damon pushes me, but since I can't move yet, he presses play himself. The video starts and I try to look away, but Damon moves my head and forces me to look back at it, "You didn't notice his phone
"I won't even touch you. You can do everything yourself," Damon continues, eyes still frantic and hungry, "You fuck me one time, I'll delete that video right in your face and no one will ever know you're a brother fucker... except us, of course. I'll leave you alone too, I just want to do it one time." I swallow, starting to consider it. One time? And he won't touch me? I don't even understand how that could work, but I think maybe this is better than having that video haunt me forever. "How could you fuck me without touching me?" I ask. Damon's shoulders finally relax a little and he stops looking so scary for just a second. "I'll sit down with my hands behind my back. You can sit on my dick and handle everything yourself. I'm not like Aiden, I don't have to dominate you all the time," he says and walks backwards until he sits on his bed, hands back, "See?… Lily, alright, stop fucking shaking now.” “I can’t,” I whisper. Damon rolls his eyes. “I like this show, but you nee
He doesn't have to tell me twice. "I think you're the worst man to ever exist," I start. That makes Damon chuckle as if this is funny, "I hate that you're sick in the head and no one wants to be around you, so your daddy feels bad and lets you do anything." "Oh, damn... that one kinda hurt," he mumbles, but he bites down on his lip, "Rub yourself faster. I won't let you stop until you show me you're wet enough for me." "I hate that you're making me do this, I'll never forgive you," I admit, looking at his smile, "I'm being serious! Why are you smiling? Are you actually stupid?" "Yeah, and crazy," he adds, then he flutters his stupidly long eyelashes, "Fucking crazy for you.” Oh, god. I hate him. I fucking hate him. And I hate how that almost makes me smile. “Nothing you say is going to turn me off. I want you so damn bad, Lily,” he continues, and he sounds sincere about it, “You know... when I was fucking Francesca, I was imagining it was you the whole time. And when you
{ Lily } Aiden never came back yesterday, so I spent the rest of the day crying my ass off while hugging my mom as we watched people in the news talking shit about Damon while they showed how incredibly handsome he looked, trying his hardest not to roll his eyes. To be completely honest, it was a bittersweet day. My mom was being the nicest she’s ever been with me, Harry stayed home with us until the afternoon when my mom finally had enough of his presence and kicked him out. And Dean was there, being Dean and cheering me up a bit. It was a nice family day. Like, real family. So I enjoyed that part, but I hated the part where Aiden was away all day. And I was missing the fuck out of Damon, worried about him... until he texted me. Yeah, the guy who's in prison, he texted me out of nowhere and told me Aiden actually helped him out. So now we'll be able to talk as much as we want. Then Aiden called me and said he wouldn't be leaving Altamira yet because he has some ‘new issues’ t
"What’s going on?" I ask, completely confused, but a smile is growing on my face. "Hey, Damon, this is my buddy Darren," Aiden says with a different voice. He's playing a character for this guy, so I just nod and wait for more information, "He knows you don't deserve to be here, he wants to help us out while we figure out how to get you out.” "Oh," I say, blinking my confusion away. This is definitely not a set-up then, it's Aiden fixing my life again, "Hi, man. It’s nice to meet you.” "Come here," he says and comes to fucking hug me, so hard he lifts me up. I find Aiden's eyes over this guy shoulder and he gives me a pointed look, so I respond to the hug, patting the guy's back, "Any brother of Aiden's is my brother. I'm sorry those bitches put you on this position." "Thanks, man," I hug him harder, for real this time, "Ungrateful pieces of shit, they couldn't even look into my eyes during the trial. They knew they were blowing shit way out of proportion." "That's women fo
"I'm going to take you to Berenice's house. I need to make sure Lily's okay... and then I'm going to make sure nothing happens to Damon," I say, almost to myself, and my words make my father look at me with intense eyes, "I have a plan and a connection inside the prison. I'm going to buy him protection." "What? You have a connection inside the prison, like... an inmate?" "No. Someone in the administration," I reply, taking a deep breath. "He's a good friend... and his father is the prison warden." That lights him up. "Yes! Use him!," my dad says with renewed hope in his eyes, "If you don't, Damon will be stabbed to death with a made-up knife, only after being someone's girlfriend in there." That makes me laugh because it’s never going to happen, at least not like that. Damon isn't the victim, he would find a way to get out of the situation. And if someone is getting a girlfriend and raping someone in there, is him. I don't doubt he could rape a man, not for a second.
“Why?” My mom asks, unable to hide her true feelings about the situation, “Really, why? Tell me one good thing about him.”I stay blank. One good thing about Damon? “There aren’t palpable good things about Damon,” I finally admit, looking down, “He is mostly a bad person, but at least he’s open about it. He doesn’t hide what he is. And when you get to know him, you see he’s… just a little crazy, but not ambitious enough to actually be evil. Even with those girls, you can ask them personally. He didn’t rape anyone, he’s just a big bully. And he can be very scary, I know that firsthand… but he’s not a monster. Just like Harry promised you anything you asked for, Damon gave those girls something in exchange for a scene with him. He likes random kinks and he has these girls do them, but since he doesn’t explain, everything feels so bizarre.”My mom takes a deep breath and thinks about it for a second. “I know everyone thinks I'm stupid, but I'm not that stupid, okay? So, just trust me w
"Yeah, he’s leaving," I repeat in a whisper, my stomach twists just thinking about it. I clear my throat, "Let's not talk about it, yeah? Please." "Okay," she relents, then looks down to her hands for a second, "Uh, I've had a lot of time to think about our dispute the other day and… I want to apologize to you. For a multitude of reasons. Even if you don't want to forgive me, can I please just tell you how sorry I am?” I just nod. Dean mumbles something and grabs Choky's harness to take him away from us and give us privacy. My mom walks to her brand new living room and I follow her, sitting next to her on the big white couch and looking directly at her belly as she grabs my hand. My only biological sibling is in there, it’s kind of weird to think about it. "I was so young when I had you. A young, poor girl with lots of ambition," she starts, squeezing my hand, "I resented you a lot. I lost my freedom and my dreams because I was forced to have you by my idiotic religious fami
Oh, dear lord… I think I trust Damon now. Or at least I do right this second, with his big dick inside of me and his gorgeousness clouding my view of the universe. He won. I mean, of course I don’t trust him one hundred percent, but definitely a lot more than before. I think I got to know him a lot better these past few days. He's obviously not a saint, at all, but I also think he's not absolutely evil I thought he was. He's just a little deranged, but it hasn’t been that bad. So far. "You're the only person that brings this out of me," he says in a gentle tone, touching his nose to mine like a cat showing love, "You turn off the bad thoughts inside my head and make me want to be better. You make me want to be a normal man." "I like this calm, softer version of you," I whisper, stroking the smooth skin of his back, "You used to show me just the worst parts of you before. You were always so mean, so evil. You bullied me so much, I really thought you were the worst person t
As soon as Aiden is done with Lily and has left her a whimpering mess, he helps me get my turn by lifting her body and positioning her so she can ride me, cowgirl style. In the water she doesn't have much power to actually ride me, so I lift my hips to fuck her. Her pussy feels even tighter than normal in this position, so it doesn't take too long for me to spill inside of her. Then I suck on her neck and rub her clit until she’s coming, squeezing my dick like crazy. But even when we're all satisfied, we don't leave the tub. Lily stays in my lap with her legs over Aiden's lap and we talk about everything except our imminent separation tomorrow. But the thoughts are there. Every time I look at the hour in my phone I get a little more worried. This is it, this is fucking it. There is no denying it anymore. When we’re all ready for bed after a quick shower, I lean against the headboard and look at Aiden drying Lily’s body with the towel. He doesn’t need to do that, but he can
I cross my arms and just observe the way Aiden approaches the guy with tense shoulders and tells him to fuck off, forgetting all about his need to always be polite. I can’t really hear what he’s saying, but I can tell it’s definitely a ‘fuck off’ situation. And Lily looks confused the whole time, even when Aiden grabs her arm and pulls her back here. I try to hide my pleased smile as they approach by themselves because Hector is still standing in the same place, as if he's confused. The dog is running behind them. "Aiden, seriously. Let go," Lily groans, trying to set herself free, "What is even happening? What was that about? You were so rude to Hector, why the hell would you fire him?” "Because he wants to fuck you, we can't let that happen," I explain, making Lily shut up and give me a confused look, then she moves it to Aiden, "What, are you sad about it? Do you want to fuck him too?” "Why are we even talking about fucking? Hector is just Chocolate's trainer. I’ve only be
"Lily..." I can see Aiden take a deep breath and control the rant he'll have if it was me the one cutting onions so horrendously. He'd be beating my ass for daring to do something not perfectly like he would. Luckily for him, Lily is too busy trying to wipe her tears without touching her face with her hands. “Yeah?” She asks, distracted. Aiden sighs and decides not to ruin this morning even more. "Good job, but that's enough. Just go sit with Damon and let me finish here,” he ends up saying. "Alright," she murmurs and wipes her onion-tears with the back of her hands again, "I hope this tears are worth it." "They won't be," I say, watching her as she goes to wash her hands for a good five minutes. And all I do for those full five minutes is watch her wash those hands, because that's my favorite thing. Watching her do anything, especially if she doesn’t know I’m there. Although… no, actually, I prefer when she’s giving me all her attention too, "Come here, babe. Aiden is really m