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[Cara]I couldn’t move for what felt like a minute and how the hell I am still calm at what Damon did baffle me.But, why does he feel so different?“Cara?”“Y-Yes…” I stammered, breaking out from my trance, and stepped aside. “Please, come in.”My heart still viciously hammering on my chest and my nerves wracking on the edge as if I’m about to collapse.Damn it! I already look stupid enough.I quickly closes the door shut and followed behind the imposing man, motioning him to the dinner table I had set up for the two of us. It wasn’t as grand as one thinks it should be, I like it simple and less hassle. Also, every dish served on the platter was just an order to go I picked up earlier from an Asian restaurant.Damon turned to me and gave me the bouquet I have forgotten he was holding. “Thank you,” I mumbled, immediately felt a twinge of embarrassment over the fact that I was so close to slamming the door in his face. Though, he doesn’t seem to be bothered by it. I noticed him looki
[Cara]My entire body quivered with fear, my hand viciously shaking as I gripped my phone so hard while simultaneously casting a fleeting glimpse at Damon, who was staring at me intently.He wasn’t holding a phone.‘Get the hell away from me!’ After giving him a speedy response, I swiftly returned to the table. I am still trembling, and my heart thumps a thousand beats per second. It feels like I would have cardiac arrest anytime if I didn’t manage my anxiety.I wanted to sit down, but it seemed like my knees had become rigid and were unable to bend, and my palms started to feel cold and wet.“I uh…”“Are you alright?” I turned to Damon, there were now emotions gracing his face, and those were genuine concerns of my sudden perturbed countenance.“Y-yes, I am fine.” I forced a smile on my face, but instead, it came out a grimace when my phone chimed again. I don’t want to read the message, but something deep down inside compels me to just swipe the screen and be done with all this bot
[Cara]I wasn’t expecting Damon to be that candid about his life. Though, I wouldn’t say he had the most enthralling experiences, given he and dad are so much alike.He lived circling around his businesses, primarily focusing on Sphinx Prime. He also recounted the first time he saw me during my birthday party, which my dad turned into a business conglomerate instead of being my special day.“Despite scowling most of the occasion, I found you the most beautiful woman then.”My face heated up, and I laughed to mask my embarrassment.“It should be. It was my birthday.”Although it happened, I was glad nonetheless that he made up for it and celebrated my birthday the way I wanted it to be. Just the three of us, and it was the best day of my life.“I’m so sorry about everything,” he suddenly hushes out of the blue. The smile on my face withered when he reached for my hand, peering into my eyes with sincerity.His body suddenly felt so close that I could smell his expensive perfume. His ey
[3rd POV—Damon]This was bullshit.It’s sick, and Damon knows it, but he has no choice but to do it.Cara was already suspecting him to be her phantom, and he couldn’t let her know that it was him. She was asking too many questions. She was a brilliant woman, a smart one even, and it wouldn’t take long before she would realize it was him all along.But he couldn’t let that happen. She mustn’t know yet.Not now.After she fell asleep, Damon called Davien to come and switch places with him so now he could appear as the phantom.He knows her sleep pattern. After the incident, she always had trouble sleeping and woke up gasping in the middle of the night as if someone was chasing her in her dreams.Damon calculated all his moves just in time for Cara to emerge through the living room. Her mouth was gaping, eyes wide in terror as her gaze landed on the gun he was pointing at Davien’s head.“Hello, my love.” He grinned, tracing his gun’s nozzle along his twin’s forehead. Damon quite commend
[Cara]Have I finally succumbed to madness?How can I still be with the man that absolutely drove me insane? Let alone have him inside my bedroom while my new fiancé sleeps outside my living room.And what?I couldn’t even push him away. I tried really hard but did not have the strength to do so.Not when he had this effect on me that immediately made me weak in the knees.Everything he said was right. Painfully so. My own body was betraying me, begging for his touch and attention.I thought I didn’t want to, but when he asked me the question, I couldn’t give my answer.Damon.Oh, fuck!I have to think of Damon and how he will react about all this. But why do the two of them feel so exactly alike?Almost identical. Their aura, both their presence filling my entire being and leaving me intoxicated. Even the kiss. The way Damon kissed me on the forehead was the same as my phantom did.Too many things pointed to a single identity, yet divided into two different persons.Though I am rel
[3rd POV—Damon] Damon smirked when his twin’s gaze landed on him but said nothing and pretended as though he hadn’t seen him in the dark corner. He had given such a convincing performance of his role. If he hadn’t known any better, he would have been led to believe that Cara was actually talking to his doppelganger.Probably, Davien was a frustrated actor in his past life to have acted so flawlessly.However, Damon didn’t expect his twin to do was kissed Cara on the cheeks, deliberately throwing him a knowing glance just to annoy him, and effectively, it set his nerves taut on edge, taunting his self-control to snap.That dick really knows how to push his buttons, and the worst part is he can do nothing about it but glare daggers at him and devise endless imaginative forms of torment that he won’t be able to carry out.Now that his brother had finally left, he had Cara all to himself.It took all of his will strength to resist the urge not to toss her on top of the table and claim her
[Cara] If this was a mistake, how can it feel so right?How could his touch feel like comfort when I wasn’t supposed to be with him?How am I supposed to refuse when my very being yearns for him? Desiring him most of all?Am I mentally ill for behaving this way?Upon seeing my scars, I thought he’d be repulsed by them. That he will be going to take back all the flattering words he said to me. Instead, he surprised me with the tenderness of his lips grazing over my flaws.He is aware of what they signified, and it was a glaring indication of how much of a wreck of a woman I had become after falling into the clutches of that monster.Yet, he only sees perfection in them.I have thought of Damon, but his face faded somewhere at the back of my consciousness when a low feral growl took my attention, sending crazy hot flashes of ache down between my legs. I said what I said, and there no taking it back when he leaned forward, lips came down, lavishing into mine.The heat radiating from his
[Cara] The sheet on my bed felt so cool against my skin as he lowered me. The mattress beneath me dipped low with both our weights.I really would like to smack my hands for moving in their own accords, but then I just let them when my palm made contact with the firm lump on his abdomen. My fingers played with the hem of his shirt, and my breath caught in my chest with anticipation as I slowly lifted it up.His half-lidded gaze pierced through me the entire time I unbuckled his jeans, zigged down his fly, and let his massive shaft spring free. My hand felt warm across his length as I wrapped my fingers around it and strode down to the base. His balls tightened, and the grunt he let out told me that what I was doing was slowly killing him.“You like that?” I murmured, cradling his sack into my palm and lightly scratching his delicate skin with my fingernails.“Are you seriously teasing me?” He retorts gruffly, and this moment, it was my time to laugh at his impatience.His body shudder
[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