He placed the glass on the bedside table before coming back to bed to ravish my lips.
“Mr. Damian, was that not enough payment?” I asked in between breath when he drew back.
“Ms. Katarina, have you felt my cock in your cunt?” he asked me calmly.
“No, Mr. Damian,” I replied quietly.
“What form of payment did we agree on?” he asked again, still so calm and smooth.
“Your cock in my cunt, fucking me hard and senseless, Mr. Damian.” Yeah, I wasn’t embarrassed to use those words anymore. He loved it when I talked dirty.
His eyes lighted up with fire at my words. Oh yes, be rough, Mr. Damian. Ravish me.
"Flip over and be on all four, Ms. Katarina," he commanded as he leaned back and knelt on the bed.
I did as I was told again, and he pushed my upper body down
“Damian, do you have an Instagram account?” I asked him a few days later as we were in his study, busy with our own emails.Of course, I knew what his Instagram account was as I had seen the content, but I wanted to know if he would let me know.He glanced at me and told me his username before resuming checking his emails.“Can I follow your account?” I asked him.“Of course, Baby girl,” he replied without taking his eyes off his laptop screen.I typed in his username and saw that he had added more pictures of us together. The newest was a closeup picture of our fingers linked together, showing the matching rings we wore on our ring fingers.“Damian, when did you take the newest picture?” I asked him, curious.“When you were sleeping,” he answered briskly while typing on his lapt
"Useless?" I asked. "He only knows how to waste money. Auntie and Uncle trust me more. Jeremiah, that's the son's name, was furious about it. He tried to get the shares from me, but everyone was against it," he explained. "Ohh.." So, Damian didn't take the shares by force, so what does Jeremiah want? For me to help him get the shares back? My body shuddered at the thought. "He's a scumbag?" I tried to dig up more information about Jeremiah. I still didn't know why Jeremiah wanted me to ask Damian about him. "He boasted that he was in a relationship with a girl who loved to be gangbanged while they were studying overseas. He shared the girl with his friends so many times. I don't know how he could feel proud to have such slut for a girlfriend. They are all disgusting," Damian spat out the last sentence. My body froze as I heard that information, and I felt my blood
“Morning, Baby girl. I made you your favorite breakfast.” He looked at me from the dining room.I went to him to give him a kiss. “Morning, Damian. Thank you for preparing breakfast.”I sat down on my seat and looked at the omelet in front of me. My favorite, but why did it smell unappetizing? I loved his omelets, they always tasted good. Maybe there was something wrong with my sense of smell.I cut a small portion and brought it to my mouth. I chewed it, and the taste made me sick. I stood up and ran to the bathroom where I threw up again in the toilet.“Baby girl!” Damian rushed toward me and stroked my back until I finished throwing up.What's wrong with me? Did Jeremiah affect me this much until I couldn’t even eat? It had been a few days, and I wasn’t having a panic attack; I had taken my medications. I could sleep just fine, w
It had been five days, and I still felt as bad as when Jeremiah messaged me. I kept vomiting and even fainted a few times. Damian kept persuading me to go to the hospital with him, but I told him I was okay. I had a runny nose, so I thought it was just a common cold.It was still difficult for me to eat. Most foods made me throw up. The only thing that I could eat was the porridge that Damian cooked for me, and nothing else.Damian was concerned, but I managed to assure him that I was okay, that I just had a common cold. He wanted to cancel all his meetings to take care of me, but I wouldn’t let him do it. All his meetings were important, and I couldn’t keep him away from his business just because I had a cold.“Baby girl, please let me know if you are feeling worse,” he reminded me as he went out. He had been saying that for God knew how many times a day.“I will, Damia
“Damian, I’m going to the hospital later on,” I told him while I helped him get ready for his meeting. “Hospital? Are you okay, Baby girl?” His voice, as always, was full of concern. “Yeah. I just need to get medicines for my nose. The one I've been taking doesn’t seem to do anything.” Well, it was true. I still had a stuffy nose, though it wasn’t why I was going to the hospital for. “I’ll go with you,” he offered. “No, you’ll need to go to your meeting, and then you will need to meet Marco about the restaurant.” I smoothed out his lapels. “I can cancel,” he said softly. I rolled my eyes and just stared at him. He knew what I meant by that. I would never allow him to cancel meetings just for me. “Okay, Baby girl. Take the driver and car with you. I’ll call an Uber,” he tried to bargain. I was about to
“Baby girl, please open your eyes. Shit, I shouldn’t have left you alone.” I heard Damian's voice and someone hitting my cheek gently.I opened my eyes and saw his handsome face looming over me. He looked worried. He's a good actor, isn’t he? I was lying down on the bed with him next to me.“Where were you, Damian?” I blurted out while still looking at him.“I was with Marco. I’m so sorry that I came back late, Baby girl. You should’ve called and told me you aren’t feeling well.” His expression and voice were filled with concern.I did call you, didn’t I, Damian? And you have just lied straight to my face. You rejected my call because you had your arms around Clarissa.."Don't get up yet, Baby girl." He tried to stop me from sitting up, but I ignored him. I went to the living room to get my phone. He
Shouldn't I be the only one who was furious? And why did he ask if I thought I was good myself?“What do you mean?” I asked him quietly in my shaky voice.“You always only think about yourself, Kat. You never think about others,” he spat out. The next thing I heard was a glass breaking.He came to me, and I saw his hand bleeding. Did he cut himself? As much as I didn’t want to be with him at the moment, I still cared about him.“Damian, you are bleeding.” I stood up to go to him, but he was faster than me.He stood in front of me and pushed me back to the sofa roughly. I sat there, frozen by the way he kept handling my body forcefully.“When Rai died, you only wanted me to look after you. You NEVER thought of my feelings. I needed you! Yet you didn’t want to be with me! You prefer to stay in Jakar
Cold.. Why is it so cold? Where is the blanket? Why is the bed so hard? I reached around to get a blanket, but there was none. Why couldn’t I move my right arm? Did Damian really chain me up? I opened my eyes and sat up. I looked around. Where am I? This isn't the villa. I was in a large room with a wooden floor and a small window near the ceiling. There was nothing else around me except for the pole in the middle of the room where my right hand was chained to. I didn’t even want to know why a pole was in the middle of a room. Am I in an abandoned house? I tried to call for help, but no one came. There was no use in shouting for help. It only made my voice hoarse and made me thirsty. I don't know how long I’d be here or whether I would get food or water. I have to conserve my energy. I groaned as I felt the back of my head aching. I reached toward it and was relieved to find there was no blood. &nb