[Cara] I wake up with a pleasant ache between my legs, and the events of the previous night keep playing through my mind about a shadow of a man emerging from the dark corners of my room. Recovering my thoughts, I jolted up from my bed, disquieted at what supposedly had happened and, at the same time, surprised that I was still alive.Nevertheless, fragments of hazy recollections floated to the surface of my mind, and I recognized Damon’s devilish smile as it hovered above me, and I heard his voice murmuring softly in my ears.Fuck! What just happened?The moment I sit up, the soft fabric of my blanket slides down my torso, and the cold air from the caresses my skin induces my nipples to stand erect in response. Only I noticed I was naked.If not for the ache, I’d think it was a dream. Have I touched myself unconsciously? Must be. One I’d had many times before. Absently, I reach for him but come up with nothing. His body is no longer wrapped around mine.Okay, it was all just a dream
[Cara]One kiss is what it all takes before my defenses come crumbling down. As if some enormous wrecking ball had suddenly crashed through my walls and shattered me to pieces, with no prior warning, the feelings I had been attempting to suppress poured out of me like a dam giving way and releasing a flood. Damon’s mercy reduced me to nothing more than a jumbled heap of all those shards, leaving me with nothing.“We shouldn’t do this,” I whispered, unable to look him in the eyes. His lips were only a breath away, and even though we were barely kissing, I felt like already drowning.He had me last night. I was barely even conscious. It drove me mad, not because he technically ravished my body when I couldn’t do anything but sighs and moan. My frustration stems from the fact that all of the emotions that I had been working so hard to repress suddenly surfaced in such a flurry that I couldn’t contain them no more. I still haven’t gotten over that we are about to officially engage in a fe
[Cara] My nerves up wracking my entire system while I stare at the woman in my reflection. I was dressed in a stunning ruby-colored gown that was encrusted with tiny diamond beads and glittered with even the slightest movement. The gown does not cover the tops of my shoulders anywhere else, but it does do so on the sides and it flows down into a delicate plunging neckline. This creates the illusion of a narrower space, which shows off the ruby piece that is attached to my belly button. It is a close fit, with only two plaits covering my breasts; however, this is accomplished without making the garment appear awkward or suggestive in any way.Traveling down my narrow waist hugged tightly. It's not decorated with anything to create a graceful, flowing look.Below the waist gown widens slightly and has a pleat style, reaching all the way down to the ground that sways in each movement I made. A see-through red lace covered my arms fully. The sleeves broaden towards the bottom, allowing f
[Cara]I held Damon's arm so tight as we descend into the spiraling staircase. The orchestra harmonizes in the background while the spotlight follows us slowly with each step. I could feel them judging my gown, the way I smile, and waiting when I would falter on my steps. On how the makeup was done and everything else, finding any flaw in how I compose myself next to Damon. Meanwhile, the man next to me was beaming from ear to ear. So proud of what was happening right now. If the circumstances were different and all the things that transpired between us, this wouldn't have unnerved me. I would have enjoyed this moment knowing that this night is mine and to the man, I would share my life with in sickness and in health. Nevertheless, regardless of the number of times, Damon cautioned me not to think about anything that might jeopardize our impending marriage, I couldn't help but turn my gaze to each face that was staring up at me and consider the possibility that one of them desired
[Cara] “Cara? Are you alright?” Damon's hold on my arm became increasingly firm, his voice perplexed at my sudden stupefaction. I am not sure if he was seeing him as well or not but I hope he does.Rapidly blinking, trying to make sure that it wasn't just my head. This was the second time I have seen him. The second time he had appeared to me, yet I don't know if this was real or just a part of my yearning for him.Without tearing my eyes away from him, afraid that if I do, he would disappear again. I gently address Damon to follow my gaze. “Tell me you’re seeing him too.”“What?—” He was confused at first but when he finally saw what I mean, I could hear him audibly sucking up a sharp breath as though he couldn’t believe it himself. “Impossible...”Shit! So he really could see him. My incredulity faded but it was quickly succeeded by a state of panic when dad turns around to leave. “No, you’re not going to get away this time.”It was like that time I was in the hospital again, I rus
[3rd POV—Damon] He watches Cara slip into her father’s car. Damon, on the other hand, had the impression that something was off.His mind is racing with a multitude of questions, and he knows Cara has them as well. That might be the reason why she went with him straight away without any reservations. “Fuck!” A loud crisp curse slipped through his lips as they sped up on the road and disappeared through the night.A series of staccato resounded in the background and soon it was followed by a familiar feminine questioning voice.“Damon, where is Cara?”He turns around and saw Felicity descending the patio steps, balancing on her heels while hugging her shawl tightly as the cold wind blows harder.Damon fixes his gaze intently on her thinking if he really does know the woman. He and Richard Davidson had been good friends in business for some time, and it never occurred to him that a man who seemed so friendly and approachable might be hiding a secret or a troubled history.His jaw clenc
[Cara]My mind was still reeling over the fact that I just went with a complete stranger despite he was having my dad’s face. I haven’t even know his name, and I haven’t even asked him if he and dad were identical twins or just someone had paid him to change his appearance and take on my dad’s identity. I don’t have any slightest idea where he was taking me and the threat Damon told me about was screaming at the back of my head. However, I wasn’t felt threatened or like I am in danger.“You still haven’t told me your name,” I say, breaking the silence that enwraps between us instead of the steady hum from the vehicle.“You can call me Henry,” he only darted me a quick glance before he returns his gaze to the road, swerving in the wheels as we turn into the curb. “I know your tongue is itching to ask so many questions, but I’ll answer them all once we get there.”I nodded, biting the tip of my tongue to hold it as I fixated my eyes on the road and mentally counting the streetlights we
[Cara] “I'm sorry,” I mumbled as I peeled myself away from him, suddenly feeling a little ashamed of what I did.“It’s okay, Cara,” he says, giving me a wide grin and a pat on my shoulder. “I perfectly understand where you're on.”I mask my despondency and wipe my tears with the heel of my palm, forcing a smile on my face before I cleared my throat and spoke.“So, please tell me everything I need to know,” I told him, clearing my countenance with any traces of sullenness and getting this frolicking over with.“Sure, please follow me.” Henry swept his arms and ushered me down the spacious corridor.The retinue of butlers trailed behind us and I did my best to ignore them and focus on what was ahead of me.Henry turns left by the end of the hallway and then we came to a black door. The butler that assisted me from the car earlier preceded us and swings the door open.“Thank you, Raul.” He nodded his head to his butler, however, just right as we were about to enter the room. Henry halted
[Damon] ***Ten years later...*** I run my thumb over her lips the slides my fingers into her hairline, gripping her close as much as I can while she moves on top of me, grinding and taking me inside her.God, I love this woman with all my heart. It fucking hurts like I am going to explode.Right inside her.Her back arches, and her hair falls down her spine as she rides me, and I lean back on my elbow, holding her hip.Fuck, baby. I groan.“God, Damon,” Cara whimpers, her knees on my side trembling.She digs her nails into my shoulders and comes in, kissing me, her taste and heat making my fucking head spin. This was the second time in six hours. She, climbing on top of me and stirring me awake at the crack of dawn just ten minutes ago.How easily I stir for her, though. My beautiful wife.Ten years.A decade has passed since that night.Yet, I still couldn't believe the vision I had with her had now come true.We are now living in a two-story house. A picket white fence and a centen
[Cara]He was frantic and disoriented from having the sack on his head. He lists too much and fights the bonds on his wrist.“Get them out of here and make sure their mouths are sealed before I will,” Damon instructed a few of the armed men to get the catering crew out of here. His threats are resolute, and I'm sure as hell that if one of them squeaks, that would be the very last sound they make.A shudder ran down my spine, but it wasn't for the horrible thought of what Damon might do to the poor catering crews, but mainly to the man’s hysterical blue eyes glued on me. A momentary surprise registered on his face upon seeing me, but then he was back wrestling with his binds.The vivid anger in me burns the back of my throat, seeing my father's face as well as the one responsible for his death. He tries to talk, but the gag on his mouth shuts him up. Salvatore unceremoniously rips the fabric off his mouth and grabs his head by the hair.“C-Cara?” He sputtered, recovering his breath.“
[Cara]I felt comfortable and confident with the dress I chose. It was a tight-fitted tube with a chromatic effect that changes hues when the light hits it. Though I topped it up with a white pea coat, covering Damon’s bite marks was glowing in brilliant red on the skin on my shoulders.My make was already done, and I just let my hair hang in its natural curls, cascading down to my waist, then paired it with black Louboutin shoes with rhinestones lining around the pointed heels.I was staring at my reflection in the mirror for one final glance as I eased my nerves. Just then, the doorbell chimes, and the raging dread fire starts again and coils in my gut.Damon says it's going to be fine, and I trust him. However, I am not worried about this man, but rather the information he brings us. A knock came through the door on cue, and Damon’s voice followed. “Cara, my love.”It’s going to be fine. I tell myself and take a deep breath. Traipsing across the room and opening the door.“I’m don
[Cara]I was fidgeting my fingers as I stared at myself in the mirror, unable to contain my raging nerves and needles pricking at my throat, making it hard to swallow.Damon assures me that everything is going to be fine, but is it going to be?He invited Salvatore Servantes to his home, or should I say his penthouse. Yes, we haven't been back to his glass mansion or he lets me go with my mom when she says she's going back home. He didn't even allow me to return to my condo.It's only the two of us, but it will be soon that Salvatore comes ringing the doorbells.Damon is true to his words when he says he will let this guy who ordered to kill Henry come over and dine with us.Perforation rigged into my large almond eyes as my gaze traveled down to my chest, to tiny scars above the swell of my breasts, and disappeared underneath my bra. The tip of my fingers unconsciously brushes over the small lump of a scar on my side. Mentally counting the stitches and cursing Burson’s soul to rot in
[3rd POV—Damon]Damon watches Cara sleeps in his arms. The fact that she was snoring softly and appearing calm gave the impression that she was having a pleasant dream rather than one of the terrifying nightmares that had been tormenting her sleep for some time after the traumatic event. That there were no monsters chasing to touch her.The air was thick with the stale smell of after-sex, their naked bodies were entangled in a comfortable way, and both of their breathing was in perfect harmony. She was sprawled atop him, her breasts squished on his ribs. The side of her cheek pressed to his chest just above where his heart softly pounding. As though it was the last sound she was listening to that lulled her to sleep.Damon carefully cleared the golden tresses veiling on her beautiful face, his index trailing the fine bridge of her nose. Her eyes fluttered from his touch as though, even though, through her sleep, she could still recognize him. He stilled for a moment when she stirred,
[Cara] He motioned to his tenting arousal and didn’t need to elaborate on what he wanted me to do. My entire system seemed to know as well what he needed.I unzipped his trousers and took out his agonizingly hot, stiff, turgid cock. He pushed my head slightly so the tip of the rested cock rested on my lower lip, the weight of it making me pout. Damon stared down at me as though he appeared to be waiting for me to act. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he gently pulled me back so my throat was almost perfectly aligned, a straight passage from my mouth to my stomach, and my spine bent downwards with my breasts hanging hefty just above the sheets.Instinctively, my mouth opened, and his cock slipped in, resting heavily on my tongue as the salty tang wrapped around my taste buds. I have a small mouth and the bulk of his shaft still surprises me even though this wasn’t the first time I’ve given him a blowjob.Damon began stroking my hair softly.Moving his hips as he began to feed his shaft s
[Cara] When I believed I had already gotten the hang of repressing my feelings, I found out otherwise. Damon was precisely like a wrecking ball, crashing through the thick walls I had built and reducing them to dust in the process. I pushed myself up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I turned my gaze around and noticed I was in an unfamiliar room. However, the manly scent that permeated my nostrils reminded me so much of him, and I immediately knew this room was his.Maybe one of his properties.I sigh, feeling the heaviness on my chest weighing me down. “I'm sorry.” The words just tumbled out of my mouth while in my head, chanting apologies for the foolishness railed in my thoughts. “I am so sorry.”How selfish could I have been? My gaze zeroed in on my fingers, fidgeting on my lap. They had already taken me out of my gown and changed me into a red satin night shift.A deep growl resonated in his chest as he hooked his index around my chin, tilting my head up. Dark eyes bu
[Cara] Damon was about to attack Henry, but I grabbed his arm to stop him. He was still clutching the gun that he had taken from me, and I have no doubt that he won't think twice about putting a bullet in Henry's head. Damon came to a standstill and focused his perplexed gaze on me for a moment.“He made you cry,” he grumbled, his irritation clearly visible on his face and the stench of liquor oozing from his breath as he spoke.He had been drinking before he came here. He must have been stressed out with me leaving so abruptly without saying a word to him or explaining why I just did that.I breathe deeply, feeling completely spent. “He did, and he’s going to pay for what he did.” My focus shifts to Henry as I try to rein in my rage before it consumes me completely once more. “But not right now.”I have enough for this day—too much information I didn't know how to handle.“Cara,” Henry uttered my name in a hushed tone that was hardly inaudible due to the sound of the chopper's blades
[Cara]I was so angry I didn't realize that I had destroyed all the things inside Henry's office. The table’s a wreck, the chairs been upturned and one leg was broken. The stack of documents piled on the table scattered the floor, and shards of broken glasses hazardously littered the floor.“Cara, please calm down before you hurt yourself.” I snapped my vicious attention to Henry, glaring daggers at him. Honestly, I was surprised by his imperturbability, as though he wasn’t dealing with an unhinged woman who was on the verge of madness.Which, unfortunately, turns out to be me.He raises his hands in surrender, yet he keeps inching closer to me. “Let’s talk this over.”Is this man making me laugh? “Talk?” I scoffed, looking at him indignantly. He wanted to talk? If he did, he could have done it long before he discovered he had a long-lost twin brother and introduced himself to us. But no, he only chose to reveal himself when it was already too late. My dad died because of his stupid