[3rd POV—Damon] A little bit calmer than the last time, Damon settled on his black leather couch in his study inside his mansion. Staring at the half-empty bottle of whiskey perched on top of his desk while absent-mindedly tracing his finger on the rim of the glass he was holding. Unlike his usual impeccable state, the tie around his neck hung loose. His coat was haphazardly thrown into the floor, his hair unruly and sticking up in all directions. The three first buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing the fine sweaty hairs littering his chest with the tips moistened with sweat.He hasn’t changed his clothes since his little outburst of rage a while ago, even though Davien managed to talk him out. The wave of anger boiling him up inside didn’t abate.Cara’s face played in the forepart of his mind, her subtle laughter ringing distantly in his ears. Her smile and the feel of her soft skin against his body. The ache twisted horribly on his chest whenever he saw the pinkish scars marr
[Cara] Only then it came to my attention that five other faces were watching me flinging retorts with their colleague. Mainly of them were men, aside from Aunt Margarette, who settled on the couch right at the far corner of the living room. Silently observing the little dissension going on around.I know she must be thinking, how are we going to find Nancy if we are arguing like some two scorned women in the first place. My attention flitted to Simone, pinning him with my exasperated gaze. “I see you’ve made an introduction about me without my knowledge.”So this must be the team he was talking about. I don’t know, but I kind of seem to have high expectations from them. However, after listening to this woman, that assumption somehow plummeted significantly to the ground.Though, I shouldn’t give them this verdict too early.Simone looks at me apologetically and sighs. “I’m sorry, Cara.” He motioned his hand to the woman and introduced her to me. “This is Special Agent Sharleen, our i
[Cara]The throbbing pain on the back of my neck felt like I’d been bludgeoned with a mallet. Rousing me into consciousness. Hissing and wincing in pain, I forced my eyes to peel open. The putrid smell of human waste assaulted my senses, eliciting a violent revolt in my stomach.It was dark, and the only thing that provided me with any kind of illumination was the sliver of light that shone through the hole in the wall. The ground below was damp, and I didn’t want to know what kind of moisture it was. Bracing for the pain, I slowly inhaled deeply, allowing my body to fully function before I pushed myself up. Wracking my brain with every last bit of memory I can scour to recall what just happened.The last time I remember was talking to Hannah. She told me how Damon sexually assaulted her, showing the bruises around her throat. I was livid, furious when those men with full-face bonnets showed up, apprehending us, and gunfire broke out, then someone hit me in the head. Instantly knockin
[Cara]Only with a bit of help from the dwindling light, I managed to examine Nancy’s body to see if she had any severe injuries. Relief flooded me when I saw none aside from bruises and minor cuts. Also, she was trembling terribly. I know from the pain, and from the horrors she went through.I’ve seen a short clip on how she was electrocuted with a prod, and it haunts my memory with it every single minute.But right now, as I hold her in my arms, I have to make sure that she’s safe. I have to be strong and brave for her. I have to keep myself in check so that my anxiety will not hit me while we’re in this hell. I need to be calm and collected.I took a deep breath and wiped away the tears on my face.“Nancy, can you lift your arms for me?” I ask, robbing off the few tendrils of hair that got stuck on her forehead. “I just want to make sure there wasn’t anything broken.”I may not see anything major damaged on the outside, but I couldn’t make sure if she had any broken bones or one th
[Cara] He’s right there.So close that if I slip my arms through the bar gaps I could wrap my hands around his throat and choke him to death. But I know I couldn’t, I wanted to, yet I’d be dead before I can make it happen. His face was just like in the picture, but with more gray hairs peppering on his head and wrinkles creasing on his forehead.Ten years changed him so much, but I know it was still the same monster that once ruled this place. He had a thick accent that I couldn’t decipher which country it was coming from.If only Nancy wasn’t here with me, I would have already taken the chance to lunge into the steel bars and claw his face.She was cowering and whimpering against me. I could feel her traumas flashing before her eyes triggered by the electrical hum vibrating from the single bulb suspended above us. I protectively wrapped my arms around her, hoping that I could offer her some sense of protection even though I am as helpless as a fly caught in a piece of sticky paper.“
[3rd POV—Damon] “I’m not going to ask you twice. Where is he?” Damon murmurs impatiently, straightening his stance as he adjusts the bloodied brass knuckles inserted around his fingers.The chains rattled around the man tied to a wooden chair. His face battered beyond recognition, yet the bastard was still conscious and hard to yield despite the unfortunate condition.“I don’t know, fucker. That old man’s slimy as an eel.” He drawled, strained voice heavily accented. Spittle mingled with blood dribbled on his chin. A few of his teeth were knocked out of his mouth and were found discarded on the ground right next to his bound feet.“You think I’m a fool?” Damon snickered vindictively as he grabbed the man by the collar, pointed the brass knuckles into the man’s throat, and threatened to plunge the sharp blades directly into his beating flesh.“No, you’re not.” The man panted, fear lacing in his voice, yet he was only trying to be brave about it. “You’re just like him, blinded with rage
[3rd POV—Damon]“You—” anger came rolling in him soon as he recovered from the horrible news. “How could you let this happen!”He had the agent on the collar in one fluid motion and pressed him against the car. This action alerted the FBI team and made the tension thick in the air.Burson got her. Damon isn’t a saint to not know what he will do to her once he gets his filthy hands around Cara. Just the notion of him touching her sends his emotions spiraling into haywire, turning his vision black and red. He shouldn’t have listened to Davien and stopped her from leaving the mansion. Then this wouldn’t have happened.He was too consumed with his ego and anger that he hasn’t thought about her safety in the hands of the FEDs. He had an unrealistically high level of confidence that the pig could keep her safe.Oh, boy he was so wrong, and it only served to infuriate him more about his carelessness.“Mr. Montreal, get away from Agent Munk or we’ll shoot you!” A woman’s voice ricocheted in t
[Cara]My breath sucked out from my lungs as it felt like someone had delivered a hard blow right into my gut. The tears I was trying so hard to hold back turned into a gush of running water down my face as my eyes fell on the woman I trusted.Another thing I learned the hard way about the world I have lived since Damon entered my life was that betrayal comes to those who I trust most in a very unexpected way.“A-Ashley?” My voice cracked both in disbelief and anguish. Even her real name sounded foreign as I said it aloud.I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that she was this monster’s daughter. She was so innocent with her sweet voice and gentle smile. But right now, all of it was gone. All I could see was a woman full of hatred and pride on her face. Her soft big brown eyes, which I usually adore, were now sharp, pinning me with a piercing gaze.The sinister grin she held for a moment now faltered as she took another step closer to my cell. Her hips swayed excessively as t
[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