"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
His smug face makes me want to fucking punch him. "I won't fucking beg. I don't want this, so I won't beg,” I growl, fisting my hands. But for some reason, my pussy contracts around him, making his eyes roll back in pleasure. I'm still cock-warming him, I realize, so I lift my hips. I move until I'm lying next to him, "Just do it and let's get it over with." "No way. I want to savor it," he says and stands up to pull his shirt off and push his shorts fully off. Now we're both naked. The fact that he looks like an underwear model —sans the underwear— it's so, so annoying, "All I want is to hear your sweet voice begging me. Saying: Please, Damon. Please touch me.” "Please, Damon," I repeat in a monotone voice, but I know he'll say it's not good enough because that's just what he does. He wants to push me to every limit. I sigh and try my best to sound sincere, "Please, Damon… I want to feel your hands on me, please touch me." He just looks at me. He's not smiling anymore, he's
Damon is slowly sinking into me, as if he's being careful with me. As if. "Lily, don't pretend you don't love this," Damon says, his hands roaming on my hips, then on my waist, "You love being full of your brother's dick." "No, I don't. Don't say that," I say, frowning in disgust, but then I get interrupted by a moan when he moves again, sliding out just to come back a little harder. I have to hide my face again. "Stop hiding your moans from me," he orders and spanks me again, just not as hard as the first time, then he starts moving faster, "Tell me you love my dick." "No, because I don't," I say, but Damon thrusts inside of me particularly hard and it makes me moan out loud, "I don't love it. I don’t.”"Say you love your brother's dick, you want to come all over it," he continues, grabbing my hips harder. I shake my head, but Damon growls, "Fuck, Lily, say you love your brother's dick. Just once.""I love my brother's dick," I say, hating the way my pussy tightened around h
When the car stops, I get out and I try to collect myself, but I can't. I just try to not let too many people see me. I take the elevator and then I run to my mom's office. She's on the phone when I open the door and she frowns at me and my tears, but puts a finger against her lips to shut me up. Nodding, I move as far away from her as I can and try my best to calm down. I take deep breaths, telling myself I’m fine. At least for now. At least I’m away from them, at least Dean didn’t get a chance to fuck me too. I don’t think they’re going to post those videos right away, maybe they’ll try to scare me first, trying to force me to do more sick stuff. A couple of minutes later, my mom finally ends the call and looks at me. "What in the hell is going on, Lilian?" she asks, her eyes moving up and down, "You're wearing sweatpants to come to the office? Are you crazy? You look a mess." "Mom, I need you," I let out, finally making her really look at me, "Damon raped me." After a seco
***** PRESENT ***** { Lily } The memories of that day feel very different in hindsight. A lot less horrific, for sure. This is the first time that I allow my brain to go that deep into the memories. I wish I could go back in time with the knowledge I have now and tell sixteen-year-old Lily that her most traumatic experience was just a stupid game. That her perfect boyfriend never betrayed her and Dean is as good as she thought. And Damon was just playing around with fantasies and sex-stuff that she had no way of understanding at that age. Now that I’m old and all my innocence is lost, I can understand what he means about it being a role-playing scene in his psychopathic head. Of course, he had no business doing that stuff back then, especially not without discussing it with me prior. Because maybe it was just a ‘scene’ to him, but it was very fucking real to me. However, Damon is right. Fear and confusion took me prisoner that day, not him. A stronger mind wouldn’t have fal
I wake up the next morning because of Brian’s annoying alarm in the bedroom. It’s probably extremely early and I feel like shit. I have the worst hangover I’ve had in a long, long time. I groan and try to go back to sleep, but I can’t, so a couple of minutes later I decide to go cure my awful hangover. With a strong Bloody Mary, of course. As soon as I start drinking it, the door to our room opens and Brian comes out with Chocolate running behind him, straight towards me. “Hey…” he says, giving me a tentative look as I pet my dog’s big head, “Are you feeling better today?” “Yeah, just hungover,” I admit, taking a long sip of my recovery drink, “You have to go to work, right?” “Yeah,” he replies, buttoning his shirt, “What about you? You haven’t been to Horizon in days.” “Lucia has everything under control, she hired more people. For some reason, we’re selling Altamira merch like crazy,” I murmur, “I’ll just stay here… maybe I’ll call Roger later so he can just drive me arou
“Oh, my God. Stop!” I shout and I finally move to grab his leash again and pull him, but he’s not listening, and he’s too heavy for me, “Stop!” I try and try, but my dog is not budging. He’s still biting William. “Move!” someone orders, running toward me and pushing me aside to grab Chocolate’s harness and pull him back. It’s Brian, “Down, boy! Down!” Chocolate reacts to Brian’s orders and stops. He’s panting like crazy, but at least he’s not attacking William anymore. He is still lying on the floor, looking at his bitten, bloody arms and crying in pain. I’m just in shock, I can’t believe everything went to hell in five seconds, but thank god Brian came to help. However… I know what happens when a dog like Choky attacks someone. They put him down. “Oh, God,” I gasp when that thought hits me, and my heart starts racing in fear… but I’m not a Carrington for nothing. I look around to make sure no one is watching us and I react in the way my family would want me to, “Bria
{ 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
"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