{ Damon } The truth always comes out, so I’m not surprised that we’re finally talking about the Lily Situation. I’m just surprised it took this long. Almost eleven years and Aiden never suspected anything until I just came and said it. I’ve been craving to see that pissed off look on his face for a decade. The ‘smart’ son, the ‘genius’, he never realized I was there the whole time during his relationship. He doesn’t know I had his girl’s attention the whole time, he doesn’t know Lily was the one who started stalking me first, he doesn’t know I gave her the wildest sex she’s ever had. That sounds pretty stupid to me. “Now I have to go down there with a hard dick. Thanks for that, bro,” I say, making Aiden give me that look I love. A look that shows exactly how much he wants to punch me, “Let’s go. It’s the first family dinner with our sister.” Aiden clearly still wants to punch me, so I answer my own question and walk to the door. But before opening it, I turn to look at h
After being in therapy most of my life, I have a great understanding of my own mind and my problems. Mommy issues to the max, some light daddy issues, antisocial personality disorder, borderline personality disorder and obsessive personality traits. Basically, I'm an obsessive sociopath who can't control his emotions or compulsions that much... although, I've been getting better with age. But because of my antisocial personality diagnosis (people like me are often called either sociopaths or psychopaths), I'm obligated by the fucking state to continue a consistent schedule in therapy. Forever. Even if my diagnosis is a secret between me, my shrink, my father and the state. I've had the same shrink for thirteen years now and at this point he's my best friend. I mean, he knows everything about me so I might as well keep him a millionaire who likes me. Anyway, I've told him all about Lily. Zion says I need to stay away from her because she would never understand me, let alone sur
We all fall silent. I don’t even know what she means by that. "I mean… It sounds fun,” she shrugs, “I want to see you model, Dean. I didn't know you did that." "Yes! That'll be so fun," Dean squeals in front of us, now even more excited, "I only had one campaign before, I'll show you some pics later." She smiles and I can’t stop looking at her. I can’t stop the need to get under her skin and fucking stay there like a flesh-eating parasite that consumes her bit by bit until there’s nothing left of her because I ate it all. "Hey, Lily… you could model too, if you want. Now that I'm the boss, I can make some exceptions for my little sis," I say, looking directly at her light blue eyes now that she’s forced to look at me. I touch her leg again while holding her eyes, "I don't care if you're awkward or not pretty enough." "Don't, Damon," my dad warns from across the table, but Lily is still holding my gaze and, surprisingly, she's not scared. She looks pissed now. "I mi
The Tundra Models building had a whole makeover while I was away and now it's even bigger and fancier. And I guess I understand, since the brand has only grown with the years, along with every other company my mom and Harry build afterwards. But this right here is now Damon's reign. I can't believe I'm willingly coming here, but I really want to see some of girls, maybe talk to one of the affected ones and uncover more shit. But as soon as I walk inside, I see Aiden sitting on a couch and my brain short-circuits, making me forget everything except for him. He stands up with his eyes firmly on me, I guess he was waiting here for me. He’s not wearing a suit today, which is kind of weird since that’s his daily attire now. He’s in a basic white t-shirt and jeans, looking relaxed and younger, like the version of him that managed to make me fall in love with him, even when he was a walking red flag. But, fuck, he looks so good, it makes me stop dead in my tracks. I was not expect
"This is Alejo," Damon says and points at man holding the camera and the men shake hands with him, "Alejo, this is Sean Wallace and Valerio Rizzo." They start to talk about 'the vision' for the shoot while Dean gets taken to the hair and make-up station, then me and Aiden get escorted to the other end of the studio next to a table of catering where we can sit down. Being here is reminding me of the one time I tried to model and they told me no. That wasn't great for my self-esteem, but I'm now I'm glad. "Are you okay?" Aiden asks me when we're both sitting side to side, arm to arm, because the fucking chairs are stuck like this. I force a smile and nod, trying not to show how being next to him makes me feel. I have a raw attraction to Aiden that has always been there. It's not even the fact that he's handsome... it's just that he's a MAN. A real man. For me, that's kind of the hottest thing ever. I don't even know how to explain it, but even as a teenager, I would see a real m
"Everyone else out," Damon orders and the other workers walk away, including the photographer. When we're really all alone, I swallow in nerves. Thank god Dean is here, "You don't say the word 'free' in business, ever, especially when someone is willing to throw money at you to get something they want. You're the dumbest bitch I've ever met." "Now I want to work for free even harder," I say, shrugging. Damon takes a deep breath to keep insulting me, I think. "Damon, stop now," Aiden says, but then he looks at me, "Modeling nude is not just another Wednesday, Lily. There's going to be photos of you all over the internet and in big billboards around the country, if not the world. Also, yeah, you can't just do that for free. Dean got offered one million dollars." "Annoying Damon is worth way more than that," I say and shrug again. "Come on, don't be dumb. You can get a million too and then we can buy ourselves some big dumb shit," Dean says, as if we couldn't do that right now.
"Gentlemen!" Sean Wallace yells at us. I look at him immediately, "Everything is set, the jewels are here." "I'm going first, right?" Dean asks, walking to the white backdrop, still naked. His hair looks fucking insane and the Valerio dude keeps looking down at his dick, so I forget about Damon and Lily and I walk to them, "Don't look at me like that, they did my hair this way." "We have a theme. Blown-away," Sean explains, "Everything will make sense at the end, trust me. Now, Dean, come here." I look back for a second. Damon is still in the same spot, trying to calm himself. I've never seen him like this before, ever. And everything he says keeps rolling around in my head. I look at the other side of the room. Lily is wearing a white robe and getting her make up done. I don't know how I feel about her showing her body for the camera. Of course, I don't fucking love it. I don't want other men to see her like that, naked and sexy and think it's for them. It's not. But her
"Lily, what the fuck are you doing?" Aiden growls, turns out he was the person approaching us, "Cover yourself now.” "This is a nude photoshoot, I have to be nude. Since when are you two such prudes, huh?" I ask and the attention whore side of me is loving having their eyes on me. At the same time. Once upon a time, Virgin Lily dreamt about this situation... but those dreams ended a lot more dirty than anyone could imagine, "They said I'm so perfect, I don't even need much make up." "They want your chapped lips in all their glory," Damon throws at me, trying and failing not to look at my body, "And your boney body. By the way, your tits are all fucked. You're a fucking dry skeleton." "Isn’t that what you like? I look like all those girls in your company, Damon, the girls you pay to model. The girls you most likely have fucked already. So, please don't insult your own taste," I say, proud of myself for that one. Damon looks genuinely surprised by my words, "Aiden, take him away b
{ 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