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[Cara]For the last thirty minutes now, I’ve kept my gaze riveted at the balcony door of my family-owned condo unit located on the 35th floor. The lights were already off, save for the dim nightshade lamp set atop my bedside table.Being the owner’s daughter of this complex building comes with the privilege to have heightened security access around my unit. Cameras, sets of emergency alarms, and all.However, that doesn't stop him.My shadow.I have this recurring memory while sleeping that someone was watching me. That he would just slip into my room and stare at me, even with my balcony doors closed.Sometimes I wake up stripped down with my undergarments when sure as hell before getting to bed I was in my pajamas or a nightgown but still ended up with my panties the next morning.Though he didn’t violate me, nor that I am aware of. But, who knows? I sleep like a hibernating bear whenever I’m deadbeat and tired from work at my office. That's why tonight, I finally took up the cour
[Cara] I wanted to push him but my strength was too little compared to his. Transferring both my wrists into one hand, only to free the other to run up my thigh and skimmed along the bottom of my panty until it reached the hem. A moan immediately betrayed me as his knuckles accidentally touched my cl*t. He interpreted that as an invitation, plunging his expert tongue into my mouth, slithering inside my cavities, and taking dominance.He flicked my panty aside and rubbed my already soaking p*ssy with the pad of his thumb. I moaned loudly inside his mouth—this time with pleasure as he rubs me faster while he's kissing me harder.When his mouth leaves mine, I let out a scream of protest, but it is swiftly followed by another euphoric moan as his mouth tracks down the rest of my body, first to my throat, then to my collarbone, sucking the soft flesh on the juncture of my shoulders and finally, to the two ample mounds on my chest. I grasp his hair as soon as he lets go of my hands. While
[Cara]He told me I already know him, but the more I wrack my brain into remembering his physique, the more mystified I am as to who the hell he is. Certainly, I would never forget something so hot as him. Like, who the hell would? He caught my hand before I could even get the chance to remove his mask, telling me to go to sleep right after kissing me on the forehead. He then vanished. Disappearing into the darkness.Hell, how could I sleep peacefully right after what he did?That sucker left me gaping and definitely still dripping with undeniable arousal—worse yet, sexually frustrated naked on my bed. I spent hours touching myself with my toys and smelling the shirt he left behind like a creep to ease my release.I’m still mad. At him and mostly to myself. I woke up this morning confused, but then his shirt lays underneath my blanket along with my toys confirming everything was real. That’s when my blood runs cold and my heart pumps wilder. What if he was indeed a murderer and a
[Cara]I woke up the next morning with a bludgeoning headache blasting at the back of my skull. But it was Nancy’s terrified scream that shoots me out of my bed, stumbling into the floor before dashing out from my room and bolting to the living area. She looked like a mess standing right next to the couch. Drool dried up at the side of her mouth, eyes wide in shock. With the suddenly heightened alert, I snatch the closest thing I could reach my hand on—which by the way happens to be my very expensive decorative vase. Not that it matters more than the safety of my friend.“What? What happened? Who’s there?” I swung the vase like it was the most lethal weapon in the world as I panicked and moved up to Nancy. “Show yourself! I am not fucking afraid of you!”“Geez, Cara, relax. You sounded like a lunatic.” Nancy grip my arms and took the vase I was holding.Flabbergasted at her calm demeanor as though she hadn’t freaked her lungs out just a moment ago, I glared at the crazy woman. “What?
[Cara]The food in this restaurant is supposed to be world-class. Known for its exquisite cuisine made by renowned chefs. Nevertheless, my perfectly served medium rare Wagyu steak seemed to have wedge my throat uncomfortably as I couldn’t chew it properly. Too conscious of the pair of black eyes fixated on every move I take, unbashful at that.“So, Mr. Montreal. How long have you been staying here in Manhattan?”With an air of nonchalance, I picked up my bubbling champagne and gracefully took a sip. Forcing down the meat lodging my esophagus while darting Mr. Montreal—Damon should I say—a quick glance through the rim of my glass as his attention had shifted to my dad. This time, my turn to stare at him and study his countenance.We settled around a circular table good for four people. While mom and dad were facing each other, Damon sat directly across from me.“More than a decade now,” he answered. “But I’ve been traveling more often from here to France for my other kind of business.
[3rd POV—Damon]Damon felt Cara stiffen underneath him, her body shaking uncontrollably yet his focus veered around the crowd, desperately trying to spot where the bullets were coming from.A sniper. He asserted as the barrage of gunfire came from afar, tailing with a blaze only visible to the eyes in no more than a second.“Fuck!” Keeping his arms and the mass of his body shielding Cara, Damon manages to tap into his communication device pierced on his ear, he hollered a command to Davien, his wingman connected on the other line. “Send back-up now!”“Dad…”Cara shifted beneath him, despondently whispering as if awakening from her trance. Her eyes well up with tears as she looks up at him, clinging to his collar like a lost child pleading for help. Both horrified and rambling. “My dad…mom?”Damon wanted to hoist her into his shoulder and take her to safety. A peculiar feeling prodded his chest upon seeing this particular woman crying, and all he wanted to do is rip this world apart as
[Cara]Everything still hasn’t sunk into my pretty dumb head.It’s as if the time itself seemed to have slowed down and the world stopped revolving around me. My body moved automatically without being told what to do. My eyes stare distantly, but not seeing at all.It feels like I am floating, my head wrapped around the cloud, and a knife lodged between my chest. Tweaking and twisting in a painful thrust, making it so hard to breathe.“Cara...”A low velvety voice echoed in a hush. My phantom moved closer to me from across the dim room, walking with a such regal bearing that its presence overwhelms me to the point of suffocation, stifling and bursting me into flames. Yet, at the very same time a kind of air I longed to breathe. To inhale and fill my lungs with his manly scent. I should be frightened after what happened. I should be wary of his presence and call the cops immediately. He could be a psychopath, a murderer, and an obsessed stalker.I am aware of the danger he poses, and
[Cara] A week has flown by, and I still don't have the energy to return to work, but I know I must. My employees depended on me for them to feed their families. So I couldn't let this grief consume me, or else many lives would suffer greatly. I couldn’t do that to my people.Most of my free time—which wasn't much—was spent searching for any possible prospect whom my dad had been afflicted with. Nonetheless, all those searches were futile and leads me to naught.Fortunately, I have Nancy to get me through my grief. She had been extremely patient and helpful to me. She doesn’t annoy me every now and then like she always does. Instead, she keeps checking in on my office, and I appreciate all of her efforts.Meanwhile, it has also been a week since I heard anything from Damon. It feels like he just popped out of our lives after the incident and my dad’s burial. It’s not that I am expecting anything from him, but he could have called at least once to see how I was doing. Well, now that my
[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