Chapter 6

The sound of doors creaking open and a deep male voice speaking, jolted Emilia awake from her sleep.

She quickly glanced at her clock on the bedside table and noted that it was past midnight. This left her feeling uncertain; she wondered if she was just mistaking or if it was one of those strange sounds that freaked her out.

She lay still for a moment, straining to listen more closely. Then she heard it again—the voice. This time, there were multiple voices, as if a group of people were having a conversation. She came to a realisation that it could very well be Damon and Mike.

In a rush, she jumped out of bed and dashed over to her wardrobe. She rummaged through her clothes, her heart racing, until she finally found what she had been searching for.

It was a flimsy nightdress, bright red and completely see-through. She quickly took off what she was wearing and slipped into the nightwear, then covered it with a long robe that trailed along the floor behind her.

With a sense of urgency, she let her long black hair fall freely around her shoulders and applied a rose-scented oil to her exposed skin.

Finally, she opened her drawer and pulled out a small table knife. The blade was sharp enough to cut through flesh, and while it hadn't been this sharp before, she had stolen it and sharpened it herself, preparing for this very moment.

With that thought in mind, she slowly opened her door and stepped out into the dimly lit hallway. As she walked, the flickering candles cast dancing shadows on the walls, and she silently prayed that they wouldn’t go out. The fear of this place still clung to her, and moving through the corridor sent shivers down her spine.

Before long, she found herself at the top of the staircase. The lights were on, illuminating every corner with a warm glow.

She now understood that the lights were only turned on when Damon was around, which made her feel anxious.

At the bottom of the stairs, she spotted the two men engaged in conversation, completely unaware of her presence. She used the opportunity to gather her confidence and raise her self-esteem.

Tonight, she had a bold plan in mind: she intended to seduce Damon and then kill him.

“Damon.”

As she softly called out his name, Damon turned to see where the gentle voice came from. There at the top of the stairs stood Emilia, wrapped in a flowing red robe, her long hair cascading down her shoulders like a dark waterfall.

His expression, however, remained completely unchanged. This lack of reaction made Emilia feel an overwhelming urge to turn away in embarrassment, but she fought against it.

She was determined not to let this opportunity slip away and end up spending yet another week in this dreadful place.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said softly as she began her descent down the stairs.

“Go back to your room,” Damon replied, quickly shifting his attention back to Mike, who appeared to be stunned by Emilia's presence and struggled to find his words.

But Emilia was undeterred. She continued her slow and deliberate walk down the stairs. With each step she took, she started to untie her robe, letting it fall open slightly.

The sweet scent of roses that she wore wafted through the air, filling the nostrils of both men around her.

Damon turned to face her again, and this time, she saw the change she had been hoping for in his expression.

She quickly glanced at Mike, silently wishing he would pick up on the tension and leave them alone. But he didn’t seem to get the hint.

Instead, he looked at her with a lustful gaze as his Adams's apple moved up and down, causing her to frown slightly.

Fine then. If he doesn't want to leave willingly, she'll make him. Suddenly, she stopped and completely untied the robe. It fell to the floor and both men widened their eyes at her naked form beneath the night wear.

Mike immediately looked away. “I'll be back tomorrow morning to continue from where we stopped.” He said to Damon who paid him no attention and without turning back, left the house hurriedly.

Now everything was exactly as Emilia had envisioned. It’s just you and me now, you bastard, she thought to herself.

She continued her determined descent down the stairs, her eyes fixed intensely on Damon. His gaze alone seemed to convey everything she wanted him to feel.

She could sense his attention moving over her face, down to her shoulders, then to her round breasts, and finally to the area between her thighs.

As she finally reached him, she extended her hand and gently touched his chest, allowing her fingers to explore.

She placed both hands on him, feeling every inch of his firm body, slowly gliding her hands over to his broad shoulders and then up to his neck to tease at his Adams's apple.

While he was lost in her touch, in her smell and in her eyes, she pondered on when to strike.

She didn't want anything to do with him at first. She planned to stab him immediately they were alone but touching him and feeling the hardness of his muscles, she feared he would be too strong for her.

So she found herself with no other option. She would have to have sex with him and then kill him while they were in the act.

He would be at his most vulnerable once he was fully immersed in her warmth. This wasn’t their first encounter, so she was well aware of how he behaved during those intimate moments.

“What are you doing?” he managed to ask as Emilia began to slide one hand down his stomach, moving toward his groin.

“You left me for an entire week, Damon. Did you forget? That we haven’t had our first night together yet?,” Emilia whispered, her hands finally reaching their destination and feeling his hardness beneath her palms.

A rush of adrenaline flooded her system, which annoyed her slightly. Here she was, trying to seduce him, yet it felt as if she was the one being seduced.

The moment she touched his chest, her nipples hardened, and she became wet the instant she saw the desire in his eyes.

But it wasn’t her fault that they had been intimate before, and she knew just how incredibly good he was, right?

Suddenly, a small laugh escaped his lips, catching her off guard. She stepped back a little to look at him more closely.

This was the very first time she had ever heard him laugh, and though she didn't know if it was because she was feeling incredibly horny at that moment, it sounded undeniably sexy.

But on a larger scale, what on earth made him laugh? What could possibly be funny in this situation?

“Damon? You must be completely out of your mind with desire to call me by my first name, Emilia. But don’t worry, I’ll let it slide just this once,” he said in a low, husky tone.

With that, he swept Emilia off her feet and locked his lips against hers, spreading her thighs apart so that they rested on either side of him. He held her like that, kissing her passionately as if they had both been starving for this moment.

He eventually carried her over to a small table and gently placed her on it. Breaking the kiss, Emilia watched as he removed his jacket and tie.

His brown long hair was now tousled, a delightful mess from her fingers, and it fell across his face in an enticing way.

Suddenly, he took hold of her hands and grabbed his tie, using it to tie her wrists together. Emilia was not pleased, of course, and she struggled against him while he bound her hands, but he was just too strong for her to break free.

“What the hell are you doing? Let me go!” she yelled, but he silenced her by placing a finger gently on her lips.

“Wasn’t this what you wanted? You’re mine, Emilia. Don’t ever think you can just do whatever you want.”

With that, he unbuckled his belt and flipped her over. Before Emilia could fully grasp what was happening, she felt a sharp lash against her backside. Did he really just whip her with his belt?

She screamed in shock, but he quickly clamped his hand over her mouth. His strength was almost unreal. With one hand firmly covering her mouth and the other still holding the belt he had just used on her, a hoarse moan escaped from deep inside his throat as he pushed himself inside her wetness.

Through the mixture of pain and pleasure, she silently hoped he wouldn’t be too rough because she knew how huge of a manhood he had.

But once again, her hopes were dashed. He thrust into her relentlessly. Muffled cries from Emilia, filled the room as he delivered a whip on her backside with every three hard thrusts he gave. Each thrust, more punishing yet pleasurable than the last.

This wasn’t how it had been on their first night together. Was he punishing her or what? Did he somehow know about her plan to kill him? That would be impossible. Emilia found herself lost in a whirlwind of questions.

Before long, he quickly finished and pulled himself out before his release. He then released on her back.

Breathing heavily, he stood there for a moment, still covering her mouth with his hand.

Finally, he let her go.

Emilia stayed in the position where he had left her, her head pounding and the pain from where he had hit her growing more intense.

She untied her hands using her teeth and then reached out for the knife that she had hidden. To her relief, it was still intact.

With great care, she managed to stand up, wincing and letting out soft moans due to the pain coursing through her body. As she looked around the room, she realized there was no sign of Damon anywhere.

Determined, she took the knife and made her way up the stairs. She picked up her robe, tightened it on her waist and began searching for him. He couldn’t have gone far.

Then, she noticed that the door to her room was slightly ajar. She walked over to it and stepped inside.

Right there on her bed lay Damon, fast asleep. He still had his trousers and socks on, but he was shirtless. Why had he come to her room to sleep in the first place?

She didn’t care about that anymore. It was finally time for her to take action.

“It’s about time we put an end to all this nonsense,” she whispered as she began to walk closer to him, gripping the knife tightly and aiming to stab.