Semua Bab Vended to Don Damon: Bab 41 - Bab 50

I turned off the shower and stepped into the bathroom, and soon after I’d lathered my skin with my favorite rose-scented body lotion, I got dressed in a red flowery sundress and black sandals. I struggled with my hair in the mirror, torn between letting it down and packing it up in a bun.I finally settled on a ponytail, and when I waltzed out almost an hour later, the table was set already.Gary’s eyes were filled with displeasure as they rested on me the moment I came down the stairs. “What is it about women and bathrooms? Why do they spend the whole day getting ready?”“I bet you would never understand, Gary!” Mary called out from the kitchen, “You’re not a woman, after all.”I smirked at him. “You did ask me to take my sweet time, didn’t you?”The smell of hot chicken riggies wafted to where I stood, and my mouth watered, making me realize just how hungry I was. The only thing I had eaten last night was Damon’s kiss, and I almost rolled my eyes at the thought.He didn’t even care

Damon’s POV“Fuck, yes! Harder.”I closed my palm over her mouth, slamming hard into her from behind. I could feel my release drawing close, the sight of her fair ass pleasing.I snatched my dick out of her pussy and flipped her over, splashing my release all over her lower abdomen and milf-sized boobs.She purred in half satisfaction and half displeasure as I pulled away from her, drawing me back in, but I groaned, smearing the cum on her skin. “You’re fucking insatiable, Alina. Well if you wanna continue the fun, you’re going to have to pleasure yourself. As you know, I’m a busy man.” Then I pried her hands away and strode to the bathroom, re-emerging some moments later with a freshly washed body. She glared at me, her eyes glazed over as an aftermath of the pleasure I’d just given her. “You were thinking of someone else while you fucked me,” she observed, her tone accusatory.Ignoring her question, I plopped into the chair and started to put on my boots. “Spread your legs, Alin

Iris’s POVThe clinking of glass drew my gaze away from the boy at the far end of the hall. He was looking at me in shock like he wasn’t expecting me to be here.“Everyone, can I get your attention, please?” The silver-gray-eyed woman called out, gently pulling me by the wrist to the center of the small podium.“We have a new member here with us today,” she announced, looking back at me with a smile, “a pretty girl has to come to learn with us, and I urge every one of us to treat her with love, kindness, and respect, so we can all thrive in the same environment. Understood?”“Yes ma’am,” the floor chorused back, and she pulled me forward. I felt a bit shy standing here in front of all these people, so I kept my head down.“Come, introduce yourself,” the woman urged, “don’t be shy.”With great difficulty, I lifted my head to look at no one in particular, clearing my throat. “Hi,” I started in a small voice, “my name’s Iris Paulman.” That was all I said, and the silence that reverberate

Iris’s POVI whirled around to see a girl my age, with an impassive look on her face.Blond hair. A pair of green siren eyes. Thin lips.I gasped as it slowly dawned on me. I was looking at Sarah, the same girl that had been held captive with me at that mansion.“Oh my god, Sarah!” I cried, half-sprinting to where she stood and reaching my arms out for a hug. “I’ve missed—“The words were stolen from my mouth as she deftly dodged my arms, stepping out of the way, causing me to almost trip.I turned to her in shock, my mouth hung open. “What the—““I miss you too, Iris, but let’s stay professional,” she interrupted her tone ice cold.I flinched, completely taken aback by her reaction. What was going on here? Why was she even here in the first place? Had she succeeded in escaping her captor? I had so many fucking questions, but the look on Sarah’s face forced it back down.“If you would come with me, please,” she said, gesturing forward, “there’s a ton of clothes to try on.”“Clothes?”

Iris’s POVI was held captive in his arms, the proximity distracting.I swallowed hard. “W-what wedding?”He looked down at me, his eyes narrowing in slight confusion, and then they rounded again like he’d just realized something. “Relax,” he mumbled, a hint of a smile on his lips. “It’s not our wedding.”And my racing heart slowed down a notch.“Remember the engagement party we attended some time ago?I nodded. “The one where you almost punched a man to death because of me?”He winced. “The actual wedding is tomorrow, and we’re attending. I was saying that the dress is going to be perfect for the wedding.” He snickered, “Although the fucking dress is going to draw a lot of attention to you,” then he shrugged, “but I don’t care. Since we can’t help it, it’s alright if they look but don’t touch. That’s where we’re gonna have a problem.”I swallowed again, absently running my tongue across my bottom lip, and I saw his eyes darken at the movement.“So coy,” he mumbled, leaning in closer