[Cara] Hana did all the work, putting all Megan had bought, or should I say, brought.Most of them were ridiculously unnecessary. Well, to start, instead of actual clothing that I could wear on casual days, she brought me dozens of pieces of lingerie.Does she really think I am going to spend the rest of my life locked up in here, waiting for Damon to fuck my brains out?I hate her right off the bat.The nerve of that woman.“Miss Cara, where do you like me to put them?” My thoughts pulled back with Hana’s sweet little voice when she asked me about the arrays of shoe boxes.“Where you think they’ll fit. I don’t care,” I bitterly hissed out, sulking right in front of the panoramic view. This whole place could be hell on earth if not for the scenery. Basically, wherever Damon is can be considered hell.“Okay,” Hana only meekly responded, hunching her shoulders, suddenly making me feel bad for acting like such a bitch.I don’t mean to be rude to her, but my frustration was getting out of
[Cara]“This place is amazing,” Nancy gushed out with her eyes wandering around the vicinity of my room and fixating her gaze on the overlooking city nightlights on the balcony. She arrived just a moment ago and specifically told Damon to give us time alone.Thankfully, he didn’t argue and left.“It is even more amazing during the daytime, particularly when the sun first begins to rise,” I said, leaning my shoulders at the steel jam reinforced at the glass door.Her shoulders dropped, and she spun around, glaring at me and crossing her arms. I knew what was coming when Nancy’s face glowered, so I braced myself for a barrage of reproof to come flying my way.“I’m still upset why you haven’t contacted me for two days.” She held up two fingers, took a deep breath, and continued to chastise me. “Two days, Cara. I’ve been calling you nonstop, and you’re not answering your phone. I was worried sick about getting kidnap again until Damon reached me and told me you’ve been staying with him.
[Cara]The dinner went very awkwardly.While Megan mainly prompted the conversation, Nancy spent most of her time gawking at the twins, still baffled about how the two were too in sync. Honestly, I was doing the same as well. This was the first time I sat with them having dinner. They move so alike, the way they hold their spoon, how their shoulders are set back primly and how they bring the food into their mouth. However, I did find one difference between the two of them.Damon chews on the right while Davien is on the left. Well, that’s one way I can differentiate between the two aside from the bandage on Damon’s arm.I minded my own business, eating my green peas and mashed potato in peace, when a large hand suddenly landed on my thigh, immediately startling me in my seat.“Are you okay, Cara?” Nancy’s concerned voice inquest, but my alerted attention snapped to the cretin sitting next to my right.Though he was acting all innocent and oblivious, a subtle smirk lingered on his lip
[Cara]“Cara!” Damon strutted right behind me, sending my heels on fire and demanding I stop.But I didn’t listen. Instead, I jogged up the winding staircase and marched down the hall. However, right before my hand could touch the door handle to my room. A large hand gripped my arm and twirled me around.“You do not just turn your back on me!” He roared, veins poking out from his temple with restraint.But he wasn’t the only one whose nerves were on the edge of wracking. I am angry too. At myself, to him, to that bitch of a woman who goes by the name Megan, and to his twin brother Davien who is a fuckhead.“Why? Did I burst off the bubble of your libido?” I snapped, wrenching his iron-clad grip on my arm, and took a step back. “Isn’t that all you’re after? To have someone you can fuck with anytime, anywhere you want?” I was gasping for air, heaving my chest as my heart pounded a thousand miles per second.I couldn’t have a panic attack right now. No, I have to calm myself before losi
[Cara]Could that be a ghost?What is Damon hiding in this place? It smells like someone died in here and left it to rot.However, that voice doesn’t seem to belong to anything ghostlike entity. It feels like it belongs to someone alive, barely breathing and in excruciating agony.Good gracious, Cara! Why do you always seem to get into these sticky situations? That person could be dangerous and had reasons why he was kept there.But what if it turns out that he’s not?Damon was a vicious monster. For all I know, he may have been holding people captive in this place and torturing them solely for his own amusement. It wasn’t entirely out of the question that he had no remorse for his actions.That man right there might need my help.I stood there in front of the door for a good minute. I gave myself time to ponder my options and figure out what I should do next. I could turn around and forget that this doesn’t happen and I haven’t wandered far enough in this place.I could forget about
[Cara]The man behind me mutters an expletive under his breath as he struggles to move while his chain jangles loudly. While I, on the other hand, was like a deer caught in the red light with my hands up like a criminal. When in fact, I wasn’t the one who committed the crime.However, what caught my attention was the clothes he was wearing. Just a plain white tee shirt that clung to his sculpted frame in the most flattering way possible. He was titillating me with the rugged ridges of his muscles, which I could see visibly through his fitted shirt, and gray sweatpants hanging precariously low on his narrow waist with an incredible bulge in front.I’m more used to seeing him in slacks or jeans than in this disheveled, just-got-out-of-bed appearance.Shit! Cara, you’re literally drooling over a murderer. Snap out of it!Damon made a clicking sound with his tongue, giving the impression that he was amused rather than angry about the fact that I had snuck around his mansion and gone to pl
[Cara] I came back to my senses feeling cold. I was acutely aware of the brisk breeze caressing my body, and the thing that immediately drew my attention was the fact that my pebbled nipples were standing up so firmly that it hurt.My eyes have yet refused to open while my brain still buffered as I tried to recall what had transpired. It all flashed back that I almost died because I couldn’t stay away from someone else’s business. Or should I put it simply because of my stupidity, and worst is that I almost freed a criminal from a murderer’s prison.Isn’t that so fucking messed up?A yawn tickled my throat and elicited me to gape my mouth wide open spontaneously, my back arched, stretching my spine. However, instead of extending my arms above my head, I was somehow bound to something, restricting my movement. The sound of jangled chain rang into the background, prompting my eyes to open.Damon’s preening face was the first thing that met my sight, flashing me with his wolfish grin as
[3rd POV—Damon]Her body purred like a wild cat in heat underneath him. Damon could smell her arousal, her pink folds glistening against the bright natural light outside.She’s so beautiful.Her rosy buds, perched atop her ample mounds, were begging him to encircle his mouth with them, roll his tongue around them, and taste them. Just the thought of him making him really hard, solid like a rock, pains him.If only he could just stick it in her wet pussy and claim her nonstop, he would have already, but he calmed himself.Utter humiliation sparkled in her lovely set of almond eyes. She must be chastising herself. How could she be so aroused by him when they were in the middle of an argument.It amused him how she could think about the government taking care of this rampant issue about him in the mafia business. Funny how the country’s economy could not stand itself if not for this kind of business.Immoral, yes. Unlawful and brutal.But that’s the reality.Damon smiled at her. Despite
[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