MASQURADE, SEX AND HATE II

He got up, and I felt confused and shy as Evelyn and Valerie turned to us. But he held my hand firmly and whisked me away.

My heart raced as I moved through the crowd; Damian’s grip on my hand was strong, and I felt a mix of excitement and anxiety.

He led me upstairs; we moved through the elegant corridors, each step echoing with the distant sounds of the auction below.

We reached a door at the end of the hallway; he opened it and ushered me inside, then locked the door behind us.

The click of the lock made my heart jump excitedly. He turned to face me, his eyes filled with so much intensity and hunger. Without breaking eye contact, he shrugged off his jacket and let it fall to the floor.

“I-erm…” He cut me off; his lips crashed against mine.

The kiss was intense, filled with nothing but hunger that left me breathless.

His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space between us. His hands went down to cup my butt, giving it a rough knead.

“Fabio is the one who put you in this position with that dress. You had no idea your nipples were pointing out, and it makes me mad” he broke the kiss as his thumbs ran along my already hardened nipples.

He turned me so my back was facing him, and held my shoulders as we approached the bed.

“Bend….” He commanded,

I immediately obliged; my clit was already throbbing with need, and I felt my own wetness run along my legs softly.

He raised up my gown entirely, and I flushed with embarrassment as my bare butt was facing him.

Damian was making me enjoy fucking; I didn’t know it was so good. Was sex always this good? Or Damian was just too good at what he does.

My eyes darted to his glove, which he threw on the bed. I soon felt his cold hands rubbing my swollen clit, and my eyes screwed shut as I enjoyed the teasing sensation.

I felt his other hands hold one of my boobs from behind, giving it an aggressive knead.

My wetness came out faster, and I was going mad with the need for his dick.

“Ugh, fuck me, fuck me, Damian.” I begged,

His intensity increased as he rubbed me faster, then two of his fingers went in between my folds. I could hear the squishy sound of my wet clit as his hands went deeper.

“Fuck, I want to eat your pussy until you come on my face, Lex,” he mumbles.

“Do you like the idea of that?”

And I nodded almost immediately; my grip tightened on the bedsheet.

“Ahhmmm. Mr. Valour, I'm going to...” I stuttered, almost reaching my climax despite how hard I tried to delay it.

“Come, I want you to come for me, Lex.”

“Too good. It’s too good, …..Damian." His hands were getting faster, and I kept moaning loudly; I couldn’t keep it in anymore.

All that went through my head was having his cock inside of me, or fucking my throat like he said.

“Arghh….i’m coming… Fuck, I’m coming…”My body shook as my nails dug deeper into the bedsheet; he wasn’t taking it easy with me.

“Hmnn…” I whimpered after he plunged another finger inside of me.

"So warm...so sweet,” he huskily whispered, and I felt myself being released from his sweet torture.

He kissed my butt and slowly pulled down my dress. I weakly turned and fell on the bed, my breath ragged.

I watched as he smirked; he brought

his fingers and licked them as he moaned in satisfaction.

“Delicious…”

“I don’t want you smiling innocently at anyone with those pretty eyes. They should be on me at all times.” He leaned closer and kissed my two eyes.

“I would never be interested in anyone who’s not you.” I answered, like I was drunk with him, his scent, the filthy words that came from his mouth, and they had an effect on me.

“I’m leaking though….”I whined; there was no way I could go to the party with come running down my legs and face all red with Damian behind me.

People would know what we did.

“I don’t have a handkerchief here; should I lick it all up?” He announced casually

I felt the sudden excitement, like a jolt in my pussy as my clit muscles tightened.

“Erm, I'll go clean up instead. Might take a while; arrange my hair too and clean the smudge of my lipstick.”

“I’ll wait….” He said.

I headed to the bathroom, and as I leaned over the sink, I splashed cold water on my face, trying to calm how fast my heart raced.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and couldn’t help but smile uncontrollably.

My cheeks were burning red; why? Why was I feeling so flustered? Could anyone explain?

I tore some tissue from the roll and started wiping my thighs and legs, making sure to clean up any remnants of you know…..

I noticed another woman come out from one of the stalls; she looked to be in her late twenties, older than me by a few years.

“Lexie….” She said, taking me completely by surprise.

I blinked, clearly confused. “I wanted to meet you,” she continued.

“You don’t expect me to say the same; who are you?” I asked, in a cautious tone.

“Worry less about who I am and more about your fiancé,” she replied, her voice laced with such irritation.

“Damian is a man that cannot be kept. You’re not the first one to think you’re special in his life.”

Excuse me? Who was this lady? I felt myself starting to get uncomfortable but mostly irritated by her confrontation. Did she date Damian too?

“He won’t need you later,” she added with a bitter smile.

“One woman will never be enough for him. I’d like to see how he handles Victoria. He’s not a man of commitment, so don’t waste your time.”

She turned to the mirror and began washing her hands; my mind started to race. Who was this woman to speak to me like this?

”I don’t know who you are, but I’d advise you to stay out of my business with Damian,” my voice trembled with anger and disgust.

“Oh cu—“ before she could finish, someone suddenly doused her with champagne from behind.

The unknown person threw the cup at her feet, and it sent glass shards everywhere.

“Get out, Genevieve!” a familiar voice commanded.

I turned to see Valerie standing there; her eyes blazed with so much anger. Genevieve scoffed before trying to shake the wetness off; she gave a curt nod before she walked away.

Valerie watched her leave the restroom, and her eyes turned back to where I stood, confused and utterly speechless.

“Don’t take the words of a mad woman,” she assured. Why was she telling me that? I thought she didn’t like me.

“If you want to fit into the family, then get familiar with being mad like everybody else. Or you’ll be chewed and spit out,” she advised and walked away.

I guess I was getting myself into a bigger problem than I thought. I wasn’t just going to deal with Damian alone; I had to deal with his family too, and a lot more.