The fact that she's surrendering completely to me with this is just increasing the intensity of how much I want to rock her world right now. I begin to hear her shivering voice as I suck against her nipples, squeezing her ass intensely. I begin to reveal just how much I am craving for her. Then I press my hard dick against her sex, planting so many sweet kisses against her neck as she arches, seated on the kitchen basin and moving her hands. She accidentally knocks over a flask, but we seriously don't care about that right now. I continue to hug her tightly, bringing my lips closer to her ears. "Goddess, you have just no idea how crazy you drive me. I never planned for this, but you just had to bring your sexy little self down here over to me to tempt me, isn't it?" I whisper, and then squeeze my fingers against her left nipple, forcing her to gasp as she leans tightly towards me, wrapping her legs intensely around my waist. "Please," she whispers, and the slight flush I see
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"I want you to be a fucking bitch," I continue to whisper, slapping against her cheek slightly as she increases the intensity of her lips around my dick. She begins to suck against me slowly, and the beautiful sight of those lips wrapped around me with her crystal, beautiful-looking eyes gazing upward at me in a seductive manner makes me just want to lose control of my sanity. "Fuck," I whisper to myself, observing the beautiful sight of her erect, silk-full breasts beneath me, making me even harder than ever. The sight of her panting against my dick is just driving me completely insane. Like I said before, she is a fucking beautiful piece of art, a magnificent masterpiece, and I don't think there's anything that can measure up to her. I find myself gasping and groaning as she finally lifts up both of her hands to take over. She begins to massage my dick intensely while using her lips and her tongue to nibble at the tip, and I feel like my soul is about
A few minutes later, we have finally finished, and after about 30 minutes of the doorbell ringing all over the entire house, I and Serena are running to and fro everywhere, trying to clean up ourselves and keep everything in order before entertaining visitors so that the moment doesn't get entirely awkward with the visitors figuring out what we have actually been doing.Serena has cleaned up herself, and we are both standing in the kitchen looking confused about what we are going to do. "So, I am just going to get the door," she says, but I shake my head instantly."No, don't worry. I'm going to get the door. You head over to the kitchen and pretend as if you have been cooking. Do you know how to cook rice?" I ask, and she nods her head quickly. This makes me chuckle as I smile at her and then quickly glance at the entrance of the kitchen."Okay, then I guess it is settled. I'm going to get the door and pray for me," I tell her, watching as she c
I feel extremely confused as I remain seated, still gripping the gift box in my hands and gazing at the strong, terrifying-looking man standing in front of me, giving me a hard glare as if warning me with his eyes that I should not give him the wrong answer. His beautiful wife standing beside him slaps him hard on his arm, forcing him to slowly turn his head to look at her."Why the hell will you be asking such a stupid question?" she says sharply. "It is their business and not yours okay, so you should keep your mind and attention away from that."She gives him a sharp and structured look, and I watch as the man's furious gaze immediately softens. He scoffs and shakes his head before shrugging. "What? I didn't do anything wrong, okay. It was just a simple honest question that deserves an honest answer," he replies and moves over towards a section of the sofa, attempting to take a seat—not without returning his gaze back to me, glaring at me with those bl
Serena's POVI super speed out of the kitchen straight up the staircase towards the bedroom and stop by the window, glancing at the figures of my parents returning back to their vehicle with a sort of strange, confusing aura all around them. I can tell that my mom is not happy about it and she's having a mind filled with regrets, but I can see the extreme disdain and the extreme anger in my father's eyes. It is as if I have already known he has never ever cared about me— never about my well-being or even thought about what I want.I don't even know what to say or think right now as slight tears begin to drop out of my eyes. I would have really loved to see my mom, but I am avoiding his presence for one particular reason: I don't want to see him. I don't want to begin to experience those terrifying eyes of his that keep giving me those frightening warnings every single time we are together. Those eyes that have never looked at me with softness even for onc
I am extremely furious, my blood is boiling in my body, and my heart is beating super fast—not with fear but with extreme anger, ready to dish out and release a piece of my mind towards that bastardly and conniving fellow whom I want to meet right now.I have gone through the most painful, dreaded experience of taking public transport, which I have actually been trying to avoid for ages now, and it is all because of him. It is all his fucking fault. I seriously cannot wait to meet him right now so I can give him a piece of my mind."Why the hell would he just leave me like that? Okay, I understand I must have actually done something to get him a little bit hurt, but he shouldn't have just abandoned me, not after everything," I mutter to myself."Yeah, after everything, and you still treated him as though he was a piece of shit," my mind speaks to me, and I close my eyes tight, biting hard against my bottom lip as I struggle to neglect the torment
Damon's POV "So what do you mean to tell me? You've been finding it extremely hard to stop thinking of her, and all you feel is the need to just be with her?" Ryan's voice rings in my head as I take out one of my books and begin to scan through it, trying my very best to neglect whatever question he is asking me. But why the hell am I being extremely stupid? I am the one who prepared myself to reveal my biggest secret to him, and now I am trying my best to avoid his question. This is just an extremely difficult situation. I don't even know what to think to myself right now as I chuckle and shake my head before returning the book back to its place. I shut the locker immediately and took hold of the handle of my backpack, exhaling deeply and returning my focus back to him with a raised eyebrow. It is at that point in time that I realize he is actually struggling to control himself from laughing
SERENA’S POV"Duplication spell."The words reverberate in my mind like a haunting melody, a constant echo I can’t seem to silence. I stare at Luna, my heart pounding against my ribs, my pulse a wild thing thrumming beneath my skin. My lips part, ready to ask what she means, but before I can utter a single word, the idea hits me like a rush of wind through an open window.My eyes snap wide.Luna sees it—sees the shift, the sudden spark igniting behind my gaze. Her knowing nod tells me everything: You’ve figured it out.“That…” I whisper, my voice barely more than a breath. “That’s actually a damn good plan.”I try to keep the tremor out of my voice, but it slips through. Fear coils in my gut like a restless serpent, tight and unyielding. Every second we waste here is a se
SERENA'S POVHis voice tears through the night like a thunderclap."SERENA!"That vicious snarl echoes across the courtyard, booming from the mansion like a wrathful god has awoken. The air around us seems to ripple with the weight of his fury. I freeze, my breath caught in my throat as that all-too-familiar energy crackles in the wind—raw, powerful, dangerous. The ground almost vibrates beneath our feet, and the charged magic of the night seems to shudder in fear.He isn't just calling me.He's summoning me.I turn slowly toward the building, eyes wide. The windows of the top floor glow faintly, like some angry spirit pacing behind them, twisting the darkness into something darker. Even from this distance, I can feel him—his aura whipping through the night like a hurricane made of pure rage. It's as though his very presence has bent
SERENA’S POVThe hand over my mouth feels like iron—unyielding, cold, and crushing. I want to scream—Goddess, I need to scream—but all that comes out is a strangled, muffled whimper. My chest heaves, my breath shallow, desperate to break free of the suffocating grip that holds me. The figure behind me is solid, unyielding, his arm locking around my waist like a steel band. He drags me back into the shadows with terrifying speed, each step thudding against the ground as I kick and thrash, trying to twist out of his grasp. But it’s useless. His hold doesn’t waver—not even for a second. His body feels like a wall of stone.My heart slams against my ribs, every beat a frantic, panicked drum. Fear pulses through me, hot and overwhelming. Luna and Cassidy spin around at the sound of my muffled cries, their eyes widening in shock. The expressions on their faces shift from confusi
SERENA’S POVThe air around us turns electric—thick with tension, danger, and the sharp, metallic tang of supernatural presence. Every breath feels heavier, like inhaling static, and my heartbeat drums relentlessly in my ears, echoing the rhythm of fear and adrenaline pulsing through my veins. We freeze where we stand, every muscle taut, every breath caught, eyes locked on the two vampire guards stalking toward us like predators that have already chosen their prey. Their glowing eyes sweep over our forms—cold, calculating, and utterly merciless. I can practically feel their fangs itch with anticipation, aching to sink into flesh, to taste fear, to draw blood.“What the hell are you doing out here?” one of them barks. His voice is rough and jagged, each word slicing through the night like a blade, sharp and unforgiving—like a slap across the face meant to remind us exactly who holds the power.
SERENA’S POVThe clinking of cutlery against porcelain is the only sound that echoes in the grand dining hall. The luxurious ambiance—the golden chandelier, the velvet-draped windows, the polished marble floors—does nothing to ease the pressure sitting on my chest. I watch my father from the corner of my eye, every muscle in my body taut with tension. He calmly slices into his steak with methodical precision, each movement slow, deliberate, like he’s savoring the silence, owning the moment. Every bite he takes is calculated, measured, as though he’s orchestrating more than just a meal. Despite the rich aroma of roasted meat and aged wine filling the air, the atmosphere is suffocating—heavy and thick, wrapped in a silence that clings to the walls like an unbroken curse.I shift slightly in my chair, leaning back with practiced grace, then cast a discreet glance toward Cassidy and Luna. One subtle look is all it tak
SERENA’S POVThe moment I start acting like the word rebellion, both Cassidy and Luna freeze. It’s almost comedic how their jaws drop in perfect sync. Luna blinks like she can’t see me properly, and Cassidy’s eyebrows shoot so high I think they might vanish into her hairline.“You want to rebel against your dad?” Cassidy gapes, eyes wide in mock horror. “Serena, are we absolutely sure you’re not possessed?”I roll my eyes, but I can’t help the smirk tugging at my lips. “I’m serious. I can’t take this anymore. He’s crossed every imaginable line.”Cassidy grins and leans in. “Easy there, girl. I envy you, though. Getting to experience this whole mate bond thing. I’ve read about that feeling so many times in those supernatural historical romance novels. I’ve seen other members of the community describe it too—‘The moment the heroine decides to fight for what she wants.’ It’s powerful. It’s giving serious main character energy.”Luna giggles, nudging her teasingly. “So, how powerful is it,
SERENA’S POVThe ride back home is quiet—eerily quiet. Not even Cassidy’s usual sarcastic jabs nor Luna’s soft humming can cut through the tension pulsing through the vehicle. My fingers grip the edge of the seat, knuckles turning white, as I stare blankly out the window. Lucian sits in the front, as still and composed as a statue, his aura unreadable as always. My heart pounds in my chest like a war drum. I don’t even know if it’s fear, guilt, or pure rage and longing coursing through me. Maybe it’s all three—merging and exploding within me like a storm I can’t control.The car slows as we approach the apartment building. A thick silence blankets us as we step out into the cool night air. The streetlights flicker overhead, casting golden glows that don’t feel comforting—just cold. I take one step toward the door, only for Lucian to brush past us with that same silent authority, his pace unwavering. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t look back. He leads the way like a shadow determined to va
SERENA'S POVThere’s nothing I can do now. Not against Lucian. My father’s most trusted vampire bodyguard stands tall, stone-faced, unwavering. He’s as immovable as a mountain, determined to carry out his orders. And when my father commands something, there’s no room for negotiation. Right now, he wants me home. Immediately.But all I can think about is Damon. The feel of his arms around me. The way he holds me like he’s the only thing keeping me tethered to this world. I want to stay wrapped up in him, to let his warmth erase everything else. I want to hold him close and never, ever let go. But I already know that’s not going to happen. Not tonight. Not with my father pulling the strings.Lucian calls for another vehicle, his voice as cold as the air outside. Within minutes, a sleek black five-seater sedan glides to the curb, almost silently. Its windows ar
SERENA’S POV"Serena! Serena, look at me—hey—stay with me!"Damon’s voice. Smooth, commanding, but laced with panic. I hear it cutting through the chaos in my mind like a lifeline in a storm. It echoes inside me, pulling me out of that suffocating dark place. I blink. Once. Twice. My lungs seize, then release violently as I double over, coughing hard, desperate to catch a single clean breath.I’m back. In the hallway. My locker is cold against my back, its metal biting through my jacket. Damon grips my shoulders firmly, grounding me. His eyes dart around, sharp and alert, scanning every shadow, every corner. Always calculating, always aware."Serena, what the hell just happened?" Cassidy’s voice slices through the thick air like a blade. She crouches beside me, her brows drawn tight with worry, her hand hovering over my arm like she&rsqu