“I don’t know, Lilian, you might be trying to trick me,” Damon murmurs bringing his eyes back to me, “It sounds like a trick.” "It’s not a trick, dummy. For example, those notes on the flowers were a really bad move. And calling yourself my Dumb Papist was extremely, extremely weird. It wouldn’t have worked on any other girl… but I’m a little weird too, so it made me smile and now I feel like I know you a little better. I don't want to get wrapped in a relationship with you based on lies or you trying to be a perfect romantic man. It would be a lie and that would only make us fall apart sooner rather than later. I want you to be yourself, even if it scares me off. I have a right to choose if I like the real you or not," I say, deciding to let everything out. I was expecting him to roll his eyes and make a mean joke out of what I said, but Damon just blinks for a few seconds, without saying anything. And he's giving me a look I can't quite describe. It's like... relief and exciteme
I grab Damon’s face and I kiss him all over that gorgeous face that has haunted me for years and years. I kiss his slightly rough cheeks, his pretty nose, his soft lips, his chiseled jaw. He's so fucking beautiful, it blows my mind. I still think he belongs in a painting… one of Lucifer or something. He looks like an angel. A dark one. "I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you," I admit in a whisper, feeling so fucking hot all of a sudden. I swear, I turn into a man around Damon. No brains, all need, "Against my common sense... I want you so much. I feel ashamed of it, but it's undeniable." Damon gives me his evil smile. “That’s the most romantic thing you could say to me. I love that you hate to want me,” he admits and then pounces on me, making me shriek in real horror… until I feel his big, warm body on top of me. “You said you don’t want to fuck, but could I convince you of something else?” He asks with a naughty grin. I wish I could be a bad bitch and deny hi
“I promise it’s going to be fun,” Damon continues, but I’m already freaking out. There’s nothing fun about the way I’m feeling. “I don’t trust you enough to let you do that, Damon,” I admit with a bite on my tone, “So let me go before I get even more scared.” He keeps his strong grip on me for another second, but then he relents and finally lets me go. I move back immediately until I’m against the headboard, looking at him. “Do you trust Aiden?” He asks, looking up at me. I don’t think much about it, I just nod, “So, record the video yourself. On your phone, with just my dumb face showing… and send it to him.” “But why? Why do you want to do that so bad?” I ask, covering my exposed breasts, “We were having a good time, why do you have to push for something weird?” “Because is more fun,” he says, shrugging, “And I have all this fantasies about you, I just can’t stop myself. I want to show you off… specifically to Aiden. I want to push him until he breaks.” “Why?” “Becaus
{ Damon } I'm apologizing to those fucking cunts who sued me. Against my will, of course. I’m only doing this because I really need more of those Brownie Points Lily requires to fall in love with me. I have two already, I just need another eighteen. To be honest, I like that system a lot and Zion will like it even more. This is what he does with me, he gives me a list of ‘good actions’ and then he rewards me when I do them… usually with a free day or a whole session to talk about stuff that is only interesting to me. So, Lily doesn’t know this, but she’s treating me exactly how I need to be treated. For once, my brain is fully understanding what I need to do. Good action means I get a point. Twenty points means I get the girl I want. Seems easy, especially after yesterday. Lily stayed with me for two more hours after I came back to her room, she made me cuddle her and talk to her, but she was a bit wary and didn’t ask anything about Aiden. She avoided the topic of him alto
{ Aiden } Jessica receives me with a hug and a very loud kiss on the cheek, then she grabs my hand to bring me inside her house. "You look stunning... when did you change your hair?" I ask, lifting a hand to touch her newly blonde hair. She looks better like this, or maybe I just have a preference for blondes. "Just this morning, do you actually like it? I'm not so sure about it," she says, twirling in front of me to give me a 360 view of it. She's totally fishing, she knows she looks way better than before. Even Damon would say so. He would upgrade her from a seven to an eight. Or maybe not, since he hates her. "It looks perfect on you," I respond, being honest for once. I really want to rush this and go get Amy already, but I know what Jess wants from me. And I know I have to fucking give it to her, "It's inappropriate how much I like it, so I have to change the subject before I…” "Ugh, shut up. I’ve told you, you can compliment me all you want," she repeats, leaning agai
The door opens up behind me as I'm waiting for Amy to pack up her dolls. "What are you doing, Amy?" Jess immediately spits out and walks into to grab Amy's arm like she wants to stop her, but Amy fully ignores her. She keeps trying to grab things as if Jess is not there, "Don't leave him waiting, you won't need your toys anyway. Look at me!" Damon would've lost his shit by now, with the way she's pulling on Amy's little arm. And if she's doing this in front of me, I'm starting to wonder how the fuck she treats her when I'm not around. "It's okay, Jess. Can you come here?" I ask. She forgets about Amy right there and almost flies to my side. I lift a hand to brush her hair back, "She listens to me. I think... I think you've been right this whole time." "About what?" she asks gently, her eyes excited. "She sees me as her dad," I continue and I see the way Amy finally stops for a second to turn to me. I can feel her eyes blazing on me again, "And I think you really need a break,
"What do you think about that?" Zion asks with a gentle voice, "About your dad going to prison?" Amy shrugs and sits her butt down again, but closer to me this time. "Who told you about it?" "My mom," she answers, "But she's always saying bad things about him, so I didn't believe it. Then I saw him in TV and they said he hurt a lot of girls." Damon sighs and looks down at his hands. I don't think I've ever seen him look so truthfully guilty before. "How did that make you feel, Amy?" Zion asks, not even looking at her face, he's still pretending to play with a doll, “To hear that your dad hurt a lot of girls?” "I didn't feel anything," she answers and I have to close my eyes in stress. Please, universe, don't let her be just like Damon, "I like him. He’s never hurt me.” "I love you," Damon says to her, very firmly. Once again, I’m shocked at those words coming from him. I think he’s said that to my dad a few times… once to Dean, but that’s it. Never to me or anyone else
"Oh no, I'm sooo jealous I'm missing that," Damon says with a fake pout and slips back inside without another word. Before I can walk away, Zion comes out."Amy sent me away, she wants to play with Damon," he lets me know with an amused smile, "She's a lot more than we expected, huh? I was expecting a shy little thing.""She went into panic mode after the whole fire thing so she dropped the charade. What do you honestly think about her? I can tell she's in the Damon spectrum somewhere," I say, taking a deep, worried breath. "It's way too early to determine, but she does have some worrying tendencies. We always knew it was possible, though. I'm not surprised," he shrugs and leans against the wall, "I'm more worried about her relationship with Jessica, it's not good at all.""Amy is smarter than a regular kid and Jessica is probably just as smart as a regular kid. She doesn't know how to deal with someone like Amy," I dissect the situation, Zion slowly nods as if he agrees, "There's no
{ 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