Chapter Fifteen: bad girls get punished No, this can't actually be happening to me. I actually can't believe this! Damien Blackwood kills people! This isn't one of my wild, low-key insane fantasies of him being a psycho in a suit, of him living a secret life as a ruthless mafia boss- I wasn't turned on in this situation, That's why fantasies should be just that- fantasies. This has by far been the worst day of my life, after the day I found out that mom had been shot dead. I have spent the entire day awaiting my death like some inmate on death row. Every minute I was on edge, I kept hearing that light click sound of the door closing every time I did not have my eyes on the door, I kept imagining Acid or Alessi or Spider walk in with gloves on and sinster looks on their faces, then forcefully take me to some empty field and kill me. I could not do anything, all my mind wanted to dabble on was how to convince Mr Blackwood that I am not a threat to him. After countless futile thoughts,
Chapter Sixteen- Bad girls get punished part 2 -• {•} •- "No, I do not want wine!" I sternly stopped Viper before he could pour the wine into the glass and he just glared at me before he gave me a choleric look that translated to, "suit yourself." And he returned the bottle inside the ice. Acid's creepy eyes shifted to me and he just shook his head like I was being a brat and I returned him a wry smile and gave him the middle finger. They really undermine my intelligence, it was actually offensive for them to have thought they'll get me that easily. Every girl knows this trick, I just knew that the wine was spiked with something to incapacitate me. I really couldn't get it. I was in a room of five, beasts of men who were armed as though I was a dangerous terrorist. Damien really got this much manpower to get rid of this "kid"? No, something was definitely up. I tapped my foot impatiently, being more vigorous with my fidgeting when I noticed how much it got on Ac
Chapter Seventeen- Bad Girls Get Punished Part Three •|•|•|"Oh my god!" I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart racing like a wild horse as we cut through traffic. It is official. I am terrified of this man. Damien Blackwood drives like a maniac, like fast and furious kind of insane driving. I was only able to put my thoughts together once the car slowed down to sixty. I swallowed nervously when I accepted that he indeed did not have a change of heart. A moment ago I thought he was taking me back to the condo but I was wrong, I have never been on this secluded road that looks like it is leading to the woods. There is something very ominous about this place and it's in the evergreen trees and they way they've grouped themselves, framing the trail and making it nearly impossible to see what's on the other side. I let out a long puff of air loudly and he gave me a brief side glance before his eyes returned to the road. I was yelling out maledictions in m
Chapter Eighteen- Left High And Dry- well, Wet -|-| • -| For a few minutes of my life, I felt so accomplished, I was on cloud one billion and I thought life was finally smiling back at me- now I'm just a cocktail of emotions. A lot of thoughts are doing rounds in my mind and they refuse to wear a more appealing face. At first, after Damien disappeared into the bathroom, I was brimming with excitement, I was winding myself up and imagining him giving me pleasure I have never ever received before. My mind referenced to the many sultry, eighteen plus erotica novels I have read and that made me ache for him to get out of there and just spank me or lodge a vibrator deep inside me at maximum and then order me not to cum until I feel like I'm going insane. I truly thought I was living out my older man fantasies and I was finally going to please my daddy kink- but he was sure taking his time in there and that made me get angsty. All these maddening questions erupted i
Chapter Nineteen- What happens in Bassa, Stays in Bassa"Yes, she was at the office today, she wanted to see me, without an appointment." I stared on incredulously as Damien lied through his teeth while keeping a straight face. After all that has happened, I had certified myself as an expert liar, but I was so stunned and dumbfounded, I could not catch on fast enough and help him weave the lie. Dad turned to face me with this inquisitive stare that was almost shadowed by the skepticism highlighted on his face. "What were you doing at Mr Blackwood's office, Scar?" He questioned, enunciating his words slowly, which he only did when he wanted me to know that he will know if I lie to him. I wrung my fingers, giving Damien a brief side glance before bashfully lowering my head and mumbling, "I wanted to ask him for a second chance... I was not able to submit my resumè before the deadline I was given, I was too stressed out and doubted myself, but I did not want to disappoint you dad or
FULL SYNOPSIS He is much older, very much out of limits and very dangerous. {::!::}My breath hitched and I immediately froze in place when the lights went on and subsequently after the door was locked.Shit!I was too scared to turn around and face him, but I could hear his steady, strong, footfalls getting nearer and nearer, until I felt cold metal press into my temple. Undoubtedly that was the muzzle of his gun he had to my head."We really have to stop meeting like this, little one," his deep voice came out gruffly and in strong waves and I could feel myself shrinking and my walls clenching as he leaned into me and brought his lips to my earlobe, "what are you doing in my room, miss Ross?" He sounded extremely dangerous and that was such a huge turn on to me. I was trembling, terrified of what he might do to me, but he was also making me wet."I- I- I h-had forgotten s-s-something-" I stuttered like an idiot, getting weaker and weaker at the k
Chapter One: We Are Leaving TonightThis man cannot be serious!"I do not understand why I have to go with you, I know nothing about bioengineering and no offense dad, but I do not want to spend an entire week of my summer vacation with your balding, middle-aged geeky friends! I really do not understand what I'll be doing there, please don't make me go dad, pwetty- pweetty please." I shot dad my best sulky pout, crossing my arms over my chest and pretending to give up on the scrumptious breakfast he had whipped up for me.Dad only sighed jadely, the kind of sigh you make when you have had more than enough of something and I narrowed my eyes at him as he patted the corner of his lips with a napkin and took a swig of his remaining coffee. I cleared my throat and threatened him with my eyes and "assassin" expression, he looked to be prepping himself to walk out of the conversation like he did yesterday and this time I was not going to allow him. I had hidden his car keys, this man clearl
Chapter Two- Is He Married or Not?"Is this how it's going to be every time we go out now?" Becka emitted a long puff of air disdainfully, peering over her shoulder and facing me with a sneer. Just like myself, she was not particularly fond of Greta: the woman on dad's payroll.Because of some past transgressions, especially the most recent ones( trust me, peer pressure is very real), dad hired Greta, a thirty year old, uptight, strict as a wicked Catholic high school nun, walking prick, to be my bodyguard, babysitter or parole officer or whatever she is- because dad staunchly believes that I now need someone to follow me everywhere I go and keep me in line.And trust me, I am no delinquent or scoundrel, I just somehow always find myself at the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong people. To be honest, I do not have the firmest backbone and I am putty and easy to manipulate, that's why I prefer self-conceited, self-assured, stern, dominant, older men. I do not like authority