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.DAMIAN’S POV I tapped my fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, glancing at my phone as it buzzed again. My father’s name flashed on the screen. I could almost hear his voice scolding me for being late to the “Event of the Century,” as he had called it. The man should be grateful that I lend him some of my time out of my respect for him. If it was left to me, I wouldn’t show up at all. It wasn’t my pleasure to be around his old business associates, who tend to be nosy, and my father’s snobby wife, Evelyn, my stepmother. The wench! I declined the call, knowing fully well that I wouldn’t need to answer his many questions if I didn’t want to. No one could make me do anything; I’m the one with exclusive power, not anyone else. And that’s the respect that comes with it. “Women….” I muttered under my breath, mentally cussing myself out for bringing Lexie to the house she had shared with her friend, Claudia, Jenny, or whatever. I still mentally scolded myself for making my
LEXIE'S POV “Wear this….” Damian handed me an elegant red mask with an intricate design that seemed like it would complement my dress nicely. I took the mask; he wasn’t giving me the amount of information I needed. He had said we were going to a party, but where? Who were we meeting, and where the hell was the brief of our contract that stated the part where I would be left in the dark all the time? Mental anguish, as I fiddled with the hem of my dress, my heart kept pounding in my chest as the car sped towards the grand venue. Serious mental anguish is what I was going through, , and guess what? The marriage wasn’t even up to a month; did I want to leave? Heck yeah! But guess whose mom was going to die? Can anyone guess? Okay, I’ll just throw in the answer as a bonus, mine! My mother’s life was on the line if I couldn’t even keep up with half of what I was facing at the moment.Damian was too intense for him; he wasn't the kind of man you could handle because he would totally
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
DAMIAN’S POV TWO WEEKS LATER I had just gotten back from my tiresome two-day business trip to Las Vegas; it was a sight to behold, and it indeed was the city of casinos, also filled with hot women that were ready to go down anywhere you wanted it. But my body just ached for rest, and my mind was all over the place. I barely got enough sleep on the jet; I just kept tossing and turning. Probably because I wasn’t used to the new jet yet. I originally had requested a change of pilot when I landed in Vegas, because the last one reminded me of someone I wanted dead so badly, and I bought a new jet because I wanted a change of interior. If not, I would have been home last night. But the jet got to Las Vegas this morning. As I walked through the door, my cook, Mary, hurried over with a warm smile on her face. She was gifted with retentive memory and smart enough to remember all my preferences. She had carefully prepared a cup of black coffee, just the way I liked it. It was like
LEXIE’S POV “If Victoria came back, where would that leave you?” A question that lingered on and on in my heart for the past three weeks I had been with Damian. “WILL THE CEO’S DAUGHTER TAKE OVER HER FATHER’S COMPANY?” Another video showed a woman speculating about Victoria’s imminent return. I settled on the couch beside my mom’s hospital bed. I had taken it upon myself to spend the whole day in the hospital. I couldn’t bear to stay with Damian for another day in that house after the heated argument between us yesterday. My mom had been moved to the VIP section on Damian’s orders and the agreement between us. The room was quieter and more comfortable, and she had private nurses attending to her. Everything I had busted my ass for but couldn’t get. I was grateful for this, but the sight of her still made my heart ache. Knowing that if she knew the conditions at which I got her these treatments, she would have preferred to die. “She can’t be away forever; the company w
VIEWERS DISCRETION ⚠️: This scene portrays abuse, violence and maybe fear. VICTORIA’S POV FLASH-BACK “Please. Please, I’m begging you.” A pair of strong hands grabbed me by my hair and threw me across the room. I crawled backwards on the cold floor that was already stained with my blood. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, tears mingling with the blood. “I…. I’m sorry, okay? Please don’t hurt me,” my breath shaky as I begged for my life. A cruel laugh echoed in the room. “You really are pathetic, aren’t you? Just like your mother,” he sneered, his tone dripping with so much contempt. I stopped crawling and looked up; my vision was blurry as a result of blood hanging in one corner of my eyeballs. His wristwatch had hit me in the eye when he slapped me with the back of his hand. He crouched down to my level; his eyes were glistening with satisfaction, while my whole body trembled in his presence. “I wonder what goes on in that head of yours.” He as
LEXIE’S POV It’s been four days since my heart shattered into a million pieces. Four days since I last saw him, as he wouldn’t come home. Four days since I realised that Damian couldn’t be mine, that I was nothing but a fleeting moment for him. It was just in the span of a few days that I understood, with a soul-crushing finality, that I was just a joke to him. I could leave; in fact, I was supposed to leave. Our contract ended earlier than it should, right? And I was supposed to sign the divorce agreement, isn’t it? But what if? What if I still had a chance with him? What if things could change? “He can still love me. I know it.” Jenny’s anger pierced through my thoughts like sharp arrows. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!” she exploded; her face was masked with frustration. I had been echoing the same thing over and over since I got to Jenny’s house. “I love him.” She exhaled heavily; her fingers ran through her thick blonde hair as she stared at me in disbelief.
VICTORIA’S POV “I don’t see you as my sister.” His voice echoed in my head, and I covered my ears tightly with my hands; it felt like I could still hear my own screams that came afterwards. What did I do to deserve this kind of treatment? Why wouldn’t he just treat me as his sister? I sat in my bathtub; the water felt warm and flowed in such a reassuring manner around me. My knees were pulled to my chest, my arms wrapped around them tightly, as I rocked myself slowly. If only that could help to ward off the chaos that was swirling in my mind. The sound of rushing but yet familiar footsteps echoed in my head, a constant reminder of the terror I experienced. “Why didn’t you just make a run for it when all of these started, Victoria?” I asked, with a throat dry. “You could have saved yourself the trauma; you’re the author of your own problems. Aren’t you?” I continued, but the woman in the full-length mirror resting on the bathroom wall just stared at me in silence. “Look at