[Cara]The food was terrific.Or maybe it was good because Damon was feeding me.I couldn’t quite imagine how his big, tough hands were so gentle around me when it was the very same pair that killed many people.The thought should be revolting as it is, but to my surprise, it no longer bothers me.Now my morals were in a wreck as well the more time I spent with him.What would mom think of me?Oh gosh…I need to get out of here and do something that would get this hot monster of a man out of my mind.Shoving the last piece of pancake into my mouth, Damon took the freshly squeezed orange juice off the tray and made me drink the whole glass.I complained about the juice and demanded more coffee, but he only chided me about ingesting too much caffeine and how unhealthy it would be.This is purely unbelievable.Like, drinking coffee is one of my morning rituals, and it helps me get through the day. Now, he’s taking it all away from me like what he did to everything else in my life.No way
[Cara]Sometimes I wonder if Damon and Davien had ever shared a woman before. The bond, the connection between is just so strong that I couldn’t help but think if ever there’s a time when the two of them were in the same bed with one woman.Just…some random wild thoughts and I can’t imagine myself if the time would come and it would be me. Funny, I don’t even find Davien attractive enough, which is weird when supposedly, they are damn twins. One more thing, Davien doesn’t seem to find attracted to me. Though some parts, when he tried to pretend to be Damon just to confuse me, he felt different.Or, was I getting crazy?Hah! Why the hell am I thinking of that? Damon was basically kidnapping me, and I recently figured out he was a mafia kingpin. Not only that, I witnessed him murder and torture two different people, and somehow the cold truth about it doesn’t even bother me anymore.This is getting ridiculous. Am I having this kind of thing they call Stockholm syndrome? But on second th
[3rd POV—Damon]This wasn’t the first time Damon took a bullet in his legs. In fact, this was the second time in a row of one month. However, surviving a car crash and barely making out alive before it blows up was something that shook him a little.He wasn’t afraid of death. He has come prepared for it a long time before. But the thought of leaving Cara behind while his enemy lives made him consider his choices twice.“Name Damon, I need a name.” His attention pulled back to the woman staring intensely into his eyes. He could feel her raging anger. The way her hands curled into a tight ball and her body slightly shaking.Thought it was quite hard to take her seriously when she was still very naked right in front of him. Not when her rosy nipples peaking and begging for his mouth to take them in. Not when her ample breast hanging and his hands wrapped around them, giving them a squeeze. Damon swallowed hard, trying to calm his impulses into pinning Cara once more into the bed and taki
[Cara]“Cara!” Nancy screeches just as I arrived at the lobby of my company building. She was running down the hall with her arms outstretched, poised to hug me. “Welcome back!” She gushed out, almost tackling me to the ground when she jumps on me.“Gosh, Nance. It’s not like I’ve been gone a month.” Though I complained, I still hugged her tight nonetheless.This woman keeps me grounded and saves me from going insane. I wouldn’t have known what to do if weren’t for her.“Still! The company doesn’t feel the same without you around.” She elated more, releasing me from her bear embrace but keeping her hands on my shoulders. “Your employees think of that too. You’ve been missed, deeply.”“I’m touched.” I smiled at her, veering my gaze around the lobby, and saw some of my employees acknowledging my presence. I forced myself not to cry with her words, not wanting to be emotional right now. Damon did me a tremendous favor by allowing me to come back to work despite the dangers lurking arou
[Cara]“You mean he saw his ghost?” Nancy’s brows furrowed quizzically, mirroring my perplexed countenance.I don’t think Damon was making things up about a man who has been dead for over a decade and blaming everything on him.Unless, of course, he was lying the whole time and was just trying to get out of his own cock and bull-story. But on the other hand, why on earth would he lie about it? He wouldn’t just shoot himself, would he? Because that would be total bullshit.“He was shot by him.” My voice rang out with uncertainty, my finger still hovering above the touchpad, refusing to scroll any further. I’m quite afraid to find out something more that would henceforth burgeon my equivocations.“By Burson?” Nancy gaped, cocking her head to the side as she leaned closer to the screen just to make sure we were reading the article right. “That could only mean he’s alive? But how? This article concluded his demise by an inferno.”She directed his attention to the photo in the lower right-
[Cara]Suddenly, Nancy’s astute gaze was thrust in my direction, and it seemed as though she was trying to decipher exactly what was going through my head at that very moment. Our eyes met, and even without saying a word, I confirmed her intuition.If Simone was here to lead a syndicate investigation, then it can only mean that Damon was at the top of his suspect list. However, does that mean he already knows his identity? Had the FED already determined the connection Damon had around everything in this place? That the CEO of Sphinx Prime was involved in the mafia?“What? Is something wrong?” I hadn’t noticed that we had been utterly silent for a moment after he told us about being in the FBI. Honestly, I don’t know what to say in response to his question.What was wrong?Everything.I wanted to say it, but I couldn’t.I want to spill everything that I know, including what I have found out regarding that man who somehow mysteriously rose from the dead and was responsible for my dad’s
[Cara]My day just turned from best to worst within a fraction of an hour. I dropped Damon’s call without saying anything further that could exacerbate the situation and told Nancy to her work, and filed a report about the company status for the last weeks that I have been absent.She was initially confused, but when I told her I needed time to think, she respected my decision and was glad to give me space.I thought having the time to myself would help me think more clearly.It didn’t.My mind couldn’t function well all throughout the day anticipating what Damon would do now that he knew Simone’s identity as a member of the FBI. On vice versa, Simone was trying to uncover his real identity as the syndicate kingpin around the city.Just the thought that I have an immediate affiliation with them causes my brain to fracture into two halves.I honestly feel bad for Simone regarding his father’s death and how similarly it occurred with dad’s, and I have this kind of intuition that Burson
[Cara]Another squeal ripped through me, shock and pain burning at the spot where his rough palm collided. Damon didn’t give me any time to recover from the first spanking before he turned me over, grabbed my waist, and bent me down on his lap before giving me another spanking, this time on the other side.I don’t know what to say. Or do. A bit of shame started to build inside me, knowing that my cries could be heard in the front seat. I should get up, punch him in the face, and jump out of the car even though we are probably zooming into the highway at a hundred miles per hour. Yet, why am I still bent over his lap with my hands in place, and it seems like I am willing to accept the fate he gave me?The pain and heat from his strikes spread, heading directly for my pussy. Pain and pleasure battle for dominance. At first, I tried to fight, kicking and struggling against his clutches, but when he spanked me again, my strength left, and I gave in. Again, his hand comes down on me. I ro
[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