Where can I find someone like Damon? To accept all the flaws in me... (╥﹏╥) Although he was an ultimate red flag, I can definitely be his flagpole, plus I'm colorblind. (ʘᴗʘ✿) Comment down your thoughts about this chapter and happy reading!!!
[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
[3rd POV—Damon]Damon watches Cara’s still asleep figure. She seemed to be more relaxed than those other nights after the incident, and she hadn’t woken up screaming, which was good, especially knowing how restless she had been these past few weeks. His gaze wandered to the pinkish mar on her shoulder. It was a small cut but one of many.He failed to protect her, and she wasn’t wrong to put the blame on him for what happened.Walsh is still alive, and he wasn’t done tormenting him day by day.Thinking of whom, Damon remembered he still had yet to check that dick and his status after he cut the skin on his chest open.Leaning down, he places a lingering kiss on her shoulder, just beside the discolored skin. As much as he wished to stay for a bit longer, the time wasn’t on his side. He still has much to do before dawn breaks, and it would be too risky for him to be seen in daylight leaving the premises. Gingerly, Damon climbed off the bed, picking off his discarded clothing and the gu
[3rd POV—Damon]“The old Burson is alive?” Davien catechized in a state of astonishment after Damon broke the recent news to him. “And you made Walsh confess about it?”Before Damon came into this city, Burson’s family once dominated this place. It had descended into complete anarchy. Drugs are readily available to minors, the crime rate is on the rise everywhere, and there is no way for innocent people to go down the alleys without fear of being attacked or mugged, much worst, murdered, and raped.Today, after overthrowing Burson, supposedly killing him and seizing control of the top syndicate. The city had fallen into Damon’s complete command. No children aged eighteen and below can access drugs and can hold high-caliber weapons. The criminals answer to him and not the authorities. He devised penalties and displayed them publicly as an example for everyone to observe and learn from.They know that if one breaks the law, it be the end of them.He might work in black society, and othe
[3rd POV—Davien] Davien’s fingertips smashing into the keyboard resounded in the background as he worked in front of his massive monitors.He was coding a new program to heighten their security system that not even Pentagon’s most skillful IT programmers could breach. All the while, he was monitoring the status of their satellite orbiting the earth. He was also searching for any leads—traces of Burson.Damon burned that fucker’s family to ground a long time ago for good, and it mystified them how the hell he was still alive.Despite being exactly alike to his brother in all appearances, Davien distinguished himself as the happy-go-lucky and the geeky one. While his twin seemed to have carried all the burden in the world. Though, the two of them have been inseparable since birth. Davien was only five minutes older than Damon, but with their attitude, it seemed like he was the younger one. They were born in France, and their mother died when they were at the young age of six.Leaving t
[Cara] I really don’t get what Damon Montreal saw in me to act as if what transpired the other night was nothing and that it wasn’t a big deal.Like, how?I know I’m being irrational with my decision these past few days and that I wasn’t mentally stable at the moment. Given that, on the wrong side, and I was deliberately cheating on him on technical bases since we are now engaged.Not officially, but at least it was agreed upon by both parties.I mean, I am his fiancé, and I just slept with another man while he was inside the vicinity of my property. It wasn’t just any random man. To make matters worse, it was my creepy midnight stalker who used to come into my room every night and watch me sleep. That made me feel horrible, and there are no ifs or buts about the fact that I pledged guilty to it.Apparently, he wasn’t oblivious to it. It is clear that he was aware that something was off on that particular evening, but what gets under my skin is that he pretends like it was nothing.Li
[Cara] Nancy closed her eyes and took a deep breath, calming herself before she looked at me squarely. “Okay, this really sounded crazy, but…you remember when I called and asked you if you want coffee since I am going to be dropping by my favorite shop on my way here?”I gave her a nod and thought back to when she had texted me, saying that she was going to stop over for some coffee. I was about to respond, yet she cut me off again with an outburst.“Hah! Crazily, there had been some action happening on the road, car chasing, shoot out, and crash accident. Unfortunately, I just found myself in the middle of it, and guess what? Damon was involved, and he was carrying a very dangerous long gun. He did protect me, nonetheless, but he was so damn mean and scary. That’s not even the worst part. I saw him kill two people! Shoot them straight in the head and didn’t even care about it.”She wasn’t finished yet. Nancy sucked up another deep breath and animatedly continued her story. “Then…th
[Cara]I couldn’t sleep.For the last few hours, I was sitting in front of my vanity mirror, watching my own reflection. Tears had already dried up in my eyes, though they were still swollen and a little bit red. The golden tresses of my hair were still damp after showering, leaving the entire section on the back of my robe wet, and I didn’t bother blowing it dry nor care to brush it. That’s the least of my concerns right now.Earlier, Nancy found me before I lost my shit together and plummeted to my imminent death. She brought with her my anti-anxiety pills and some bottled water. Fortunately, she came just in time and saved me even though she was losing her shit as well.We both then stayed at the stairs, letting me bawl my eyes out and curse Damon and his blasted twin, whose name remains a mystery.Just thinking back about it made me furious. How could I be so naive as to not consider the possibility of such happening?At the very least, I should have been able to guess. Only if I
[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