ANMELDENTHE STORM pt2… Back at Damon's penthouse… The atmosphere inside the penthouse was a suffocating mix of expensive cologne and the metallic scent of gun oil. Damon moved with a surgical precision that contradicted the volcano of rage beneath his skin. Every click of a magazine, every slide of a holster was a rhythmic countdown to a reckoning. "Five minutes are up," the man growled into his earpiece as he stepped back out of the secret room and into the elevator. Gun in hand. "I’ve got him, Boss," Stephan’s voice came through, sounding slightly breathless. "... The phone pinged again. It wasn't the industrial district, that was a relay hack. Darren’s burner is active in a residential area in Chelsea, an apartment registered to a shell company. And Damon??” “What” “I ran that background check again. His real name is Oleg Vlasov. His father didn't die in a car accident ten years ago. He’s alive, serving a life sentence in Belmarsh for racketeering under Solonik's name." Damon’s hand
Somewhere around the city…When Lilliana’s eyes finally fluttered open, the first thing she felt was the throbbing rhythm of her own blood behind her ears. Every breath felt like inhaling ground glass. She tried to lift her hand to her head, but a sharp, metallic clink stopped her short.Her wrists were bound. Not with rope, but with cold, unyielding zip-ties that bit into her skin.“Don't struggle,” a familiar voice said from the corner of the room. It was smooth, devoid of the 'low rumble' she had found comforting only an hour ago. “... The more you move, the more the plastic eats into the nerves. You’ll want your hands later.”The girl's breath hitched. She squinted through the gloom, her vision slowly adjusting to the dim light of a single industrial bulb hanging from the ceiling.Darren sat on a wooden crate, tossing a small, silver object into the air and catching it with practiced ease. It was her mother’s ring, the one her father gifted her on her 16th birthday on behalf o
THE STORM… At the Barnett residence… The tension in the living room was thick enough to be cut with a knife. Damon was spiraling into a dangerous territory where grief and guilt turned into pure, unadulterated rage. He happened to be in the middle of a meeting when the news of Lilliana's disappearance reached him and had rushed straight to his friend's house from his office. “Where's Lilliana??” He demanded, looking down at the crying girl in front of him. “I… I don't know. She was with Darren, he was supposed to…” Tessa began but the man shook his head, not letting her finish her explanation. There was that name again that he absolutely despised. His jaw tightened. DARREN. The name tasted bitter on his tongue. The boy who’d always been a thorn in his side and a nagging thought in his head. He'd never trusted him and now he was sure why. “Why was she not with you??” the man angrily questioned, taking a step closer to the girl. “Damon…” Tessa's mother tried to speak up in her da
A few hours later…The room was now fully bathed in a pale, golden light. The blue hour had surrendered entirely to a crisp morning.Without Damon’s large frame anchoring the space, the suite felt bigger and more spacious than it really was. Lilliana looked toward the floor-to-ceiling window where he had just been sitting. The discarded ashtray and the half-empty glass were the only remnants of his restless morning observation.Her mind drifted to the dresser across the room. She’d have to go back home to get the three piece flora lace lingerie set the man favored and the incentive she had used to usher him out the door.She's snapped out of her mind by the loud ringing of her phone. Reaching out her hand, she searched the space under the pillow for the electronic and received the call without looking at the caller's ID.“Hello??” She said into the phone's speaker, her eyes barely open.“Hey, are you awake yet??” Belinda's voice came from the other end of the line, causing the gir
THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM… Ten minutes before sunrise, the next day… The sky appeared with a beautiful blue hour glow, transitioning from dark to lighter hues when Damon stirred awake. He opened his eyes to the orange pink rays peeking into the bedroom through the slightly open curtains and slowly sat up from under the silk sheets. Gently massaging sleep from his still heavy eyelids with the pads of his fingers, he reached out his other hand to get his phone from the bedside table. Switching it on, the screen lit up and on it was a wallpaper of Lilliana dancing in the rink. A picture that he’d taken without the girl's knowledge. His eyes lingered on her smiling face before moving up to the top left corner of the screen to check the time. A smile grazed his lips when he realized that he'd woken up early. The digital clock read 03:30, giving him about an hour and a half to cuddle his little flower before having to get up to get ready for work. The man sat the electronic aside and
TREMORS OF PLEASURE… Carefully lowering her onto the mattress, he ripped the blindfold from her eyes ready to see the lust in them and warned “Don't you dare close those eyes, I'm not done with you yet” they threatened to droop close. The girl looked up at him from under her lashes, watching as he struggled to keep himself in check while looking down at her. The look on her flushed face had his heart racing as he stepped back to get rid of the rest of his clothing. It was in that moment that Damon needed to consume her, to fill her and mark her as his just as she needed to be desired, taken and owned by him. He let his pants fall onto the floor with a loud clang of his belt and stepped out of them to join her on the bed. Snaking his hand around her waist, he moved them to the middle of the mattress and grabbed both of the girl's hands. He held them down on the bed above her head with one hand while the other wrapped around her throat and oh so roughly, so sweetly, so intently pulle
SAFE WORD?? DAMILLIANA …DING!!The elevator doors opened and Damon led the girl into his apartment.“Did you do the research like I asked??” he asked, taking off his jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt before heading into the kitchen. “Mhm” Lilliana hummed in response, foll
SWALLOW EVERYTHING LIKE THE GOOD LITTLE SLUT YOU ARE… “Hey… ” he stopped Lilliana from stepping into the forbidden room and asked when she looked up at him with a confused look on her beautiful face “Are you sure about this?? Once we start, I might not be able to stop” “I'm sure” Lilliana assured
LUCKY SAVE…“Keep what from me??” Jackson suddenly asked, stepping back in the kitchen all ready to leave for work. Belinda and Lilliana froze, wide-eyed as they stared at each other.“What are you keeping from me princess??” The man demanded, looking at his daughter for an answer.The girl instin
TWO DAYS LATERLilliana was in her room getting ready for bed after dinner and was still in her bathrobe. Having decided to sleep naked that night because of the hot weather, she took it off and tossed it over to the other side of the bed before bending over to open the covers. She was about to clim







