[3rd POV—Damon]The nasty smell of rotten flesh wafted into the long-abandoned dark alleyway far from the city as Damon skirted the damp concrete pavement. His leather shoes pounded with a loud tickety-tock with each step, and the monotonous pattering of water droplets resounded in the background.“Shit!”He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and stuffed it on his nose to block the horrible scent.The smell of death does not overwhelm him, but that does not mean as well that it does not annoy the hell out of him. Especially when one’s death was sloppily made.“Turn left on the next alley.” Davien’s voice instructed through the com-device.Damon hissed just as the smell grew stronger that even the thick fabric was only little of help and giving him no other choice but to discard it.The further Damon goes, the narrower the alleyway gets. Later this evening right, just a few hours after they arrived in his mansion when they received a call from one of his men that he sent to spy
[3rd POV—Damon]Without thinking twice, Damon slipped into his car, throwing one last glance at the crumbling alleyway before revving up the engine and slamming on the pedals. His knee took the brunt of the impact and was now throbbing in excruciating pain when he landed hard on the ground.He hissed, adjusting his legs to ease the discomfort while focusing his gaze on the road.“Are you okay?” As though with some kind of telepathy, Davien notices his twin’s pain.“Been worst,” Damon muttered, sparing a glance in the rearview to see just in case someone might be following him. Though, he knew even if there has, Davien would have already picked it up on his radar.“I told you not to go alone.” His brother’s condescending tone makes him frown.“And lost more casualties?”They already had lost three men, and as much as Damon does not care for their lives, he could not give Burson the sense of satisfaction in thinking he was losing more than he was gaining.No. He can’t let that bastard t
[Cara]I woke up the next morning feeling all better and rested very well.My eyes sprang open, and the first thing that met my gaze was the breathtaking view of the post-rain morning that awaited me beyond the panoramic glass window. The sky was still overcast with a thick layer of gray clouds, and it was threatening to dump its last few buckets of rain. The temperature had dropped quite a bit, yet despite the seeming contradiction, I was still quite comfortable in my bed.Despite the dismal weather, it doesn’t take away the breathtaking view. Where the clouds were touching the ground beneath, the only time when the sky seemed to reach down and run its fingertips to the earth.Something stirred up behind me, immediately making me stiffen. Only then I noticed the warm, steady breath that was blowing directly at the back of my neck. Also, a significant weight draped around my waist, locking me in place.Though, it wasn’t like it was suffocating me or impeding my breathing. In fact, it
[Cara]Damon’s tongue sweeps into my mouth, and our tongues dance together.He slides his hand down my waist to cup my ass, drawing up the hem of my nightshift until he reaches bare skin. His fingers knead my flesh, digging into my plump ass, leaving a slight sting from his assaults from yesterday’s ride. Though it doesn’t hurt, albeit it only amplified the amorous sensation skirting my body.My arms wrap around his neck, gasping as I press my body into his incredibly hard one, opening my mouth wide under his and welcoming his euphoric invasion.My self-consciousness about how bad my breath is faded into the thin morning mist. I shivered, not from the cold weather surrounding us but against him, even though his heat wrapped the warm air around me. He grips my ass and yanks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, rubbing myself against him while clinging to him like a koala. Fuck, he’s so strong. He holds me up like I weigh nothing, he isn’t even straining as we continue to kiss. The
[Cara]What he said made my heart skip a beat, but my head was too clouded to even understand what he meant and before I could even respond. Damon covers me on top, squashing my tits, and kisses me. My legs wrap around his waist without being told what to do, and his fully erect shaft rubs against my pussy. The linen fabric of the blanket tangled around my legs, the material skidding on my skin. The smell of my own arousal heightened my senses and I could taste the bittersweet essence of myself in his mouth. But surrounded by the white noise created by heavy rain and thunder makes the entire moment more sensual and intimate. I never enjoyed the rain more and did not think of this. It’s like each beating of the wind lashing against the window glass plays an intense rhythmic song just for us to dance. Damon kisses every bit of me he can reach, his lips and tongue flitting over my skin, running down the slope of my throat. I squirm beneath each touch, each brush of skin against skin.
[Cara]He puts his tongue back into my lips and kisses me till I’m drunk with him, never breaking stride as he continues to pound inside of me. He stooping down and kissing me like this makes me feel like I’m about to pass out. His lips go to nibble my ear and then down my neck as he teases me, which results in shivers all over my body and nipples that are so hard they might cut into his chest. He lets go of one of his hands holding onto my hips and resumes tittering with the other hand playing with my tits. He can’t seem to keep his hands off them. And I welcome each tweak, pinch, and pluck like the strumming of guitar chords.But I want more. I want him deeper and deeper.I locked my legs around him, keeping him plunged so deep. I rolled us so that I was on top. I leaned down to kiss him and then started to roll my hips. He pulls my torso down, so my tits hang in his face, then he takes turns sucking each of my nipples. I groan and grind down on him faster. The position makes it s
[3rd POV—Damon]Cara tensed. Her entire body went rigid, and while Damon was still deeply embedded inside her, he could feel her skin becoming cold with dread.The once amorous atmosphere was gone, and the chilly weather had now seemed through the room, significantly dropping the temperature.Fuck Davien! He curses under his breath, listening to his brother’s joyous laughter fading down the hall.Whatever it is that made him barge unannounced in here rather be important, or else, he swore, he’s going to kill him.Damon leaned down, kissing the center of her spine, hoping to ease the tension wrapping around her. She was trembling, her wide eyes still riveted on their reflection on the glass pane. It took her a second before everything dawned on her, and she started kicking him out of her, but he held her down.“No, please stay still.”But knowing how obstinate she could be, of course, she butted and tried to turn away. “Fuck! Damon, Davien just saw us!”“I know, just…keep still.” He gr
[3rd POV—Damon]Davien’s optimism suddenly dampens, and then his face turns sour, frowning upon realizing that he isn’t going to get the answer he wants. Like a child denied buying his favorite toy. “Come on, I was happy, you know.”He had been ranting about for a while now about how he wanted me to have a child and what it meant to have that kind of responsibility.“I can’t afford to have a child right now, Davien.”Not when danger lurks around every corner of their lives and while Burson is free, wreaking havoc. Not only that, but he also has Cara to look after. She’ll be vulnerable and become an easy target.“Look, I am here.” Davien raises his hand while pointing to himself. “I’ll make sure she or he will be sheltered and safe while you kick some ass.”Does he really think it would be that easy?There were far too many aspects to take into consideration. Cara, most importantly, her well-being is on top priority. If she ever wanted to have a baby. It’s her body, and as much as how