[Cara]
I wanted to push him but my strength was too little compared to his. Transferring both my wrists into one hand, only to free the other to run up my thigh and skimmed along the bottom of my panty until it reached the hem. A moan immediately betrayed me as his knuckles accidentally touched my cl*t. He interpreted that as an invitation, plunging his expert tongue into my mouth, slithering inside my cavities, and taking dominance.
He flicked my panty aside and rubbed my already soaking p*ssy with the pad of his thumb. I moaned loudly inside his mouth—this time with pleasure as he rubs me faster while he's kissing me harder.When his mouth leaves mine, I let out a scream of protest, but it is swiftly followed by another euphoric moan as his mouth tracks down the rest of my body, first to my throat, then to my collarbone, sucking the soft flesh on the juncture of my shoulders and finally, to the two ample mounds on my chest. I grasp his hair as soon as he lets go of my hands. While his mouth finds and sucked my right n*pple as he rubbed me even faster and harder.Oh, goodness! This is so fucking messed up. Albeit felt so damn right. I don’t know if I should push him or just let him ravish me. Deep-seated pleasure fogged my brain, refusing to think properly.“Argh! Please!” I moaned, again in pleasure not knowing what I really want him to do. Nevertheless, he took it as an encouragement and gently bit my n*pple, plunging two of his fingers pumping in and out. Harder and even faster making myself spasm beneath him. My knees buckled at the movement and my lower belly tightened. Curling inside and hitting right on the spot. I let out a low satisfied moan as my juices came pouring out to his fingers. Yet, he didn’t stop and had his thumb pressing on my cl*t, jolting a wave of the lightning bolt into my body. He lifts his head up leveling to mine.“I’ve been dreaming for this moment, Cara. From the day I met you.”My breath became ragged and was panting so heavily as though I have run a mile and back, staring at him through my half-lidded eyes as he slowly pulled his fingers out and brings them to his wet mouth. Sticking his tongue out and licks my orgasm.Damn! It's hot when he does it! My throat dried up, wanting his finger to put on my mouth so I could suck them.Fuck, Cara! What the hell are you thinking? You're doomed.“Shit baby, you’re so sweet.” He grunted.I didn't realize that I was biting my lips hard as my eyes followed his fingers and went inside his mouth.“Damn Cara.”He took the hem of my dress and yanked it off over my head so fast that I manage to let out a squeak. I no longer did anything to stop him. Lust is already driving me crazy to even try and push him. He gripped my waist and yanked me down flat on my back into the bed while still straddling me.He slide down to my nether region, took both my thigh, and put them on his shoulders. In one go, he tore off my panty. A low whimper escaped through my lips as the fabric bit down on my skin, although it only added to the pleasure starting to build up inside me again. He took a deep breath of my musky scent, moving his nose into the soft curly bundles of my pubic hair. For once, I regret missing my appointment for my Brazilian wax.My aching spot instantly clenched as he exhaled to my core, feeling the drip of my arousal.“So sweet my baby, and it’s all mine.” He gritted and immediately pressed his tongue through the cleft of my c*nt, instantly sending my back into a bow.“Hmmm...”He sucked, nibbled, and licked my sensitive nub, driving me completely wild and needy. I reached out and grabbed a handful of his hair while gently prodding him to continue. His calloused hands discovered my ample mound again and played with my t*ts.“Ah!” I gasp as he squeezed my n*pple. My knees shook in response to the tidal wave of sensation surging through my veins, and my heels dug deeper into his shoulder blades.“That's it, baby. Moan for me.” My p*ssy vibrated from his voice. My moan grows even louder, begging unknowingly. My eyes rolled back, and my mouth formed into a perfectly ‘O’ shape when he lapped his tongue flat into my nub together with his two fingers pummeling deep into my walls, pumping faster. My belly clenched and unclenched to the peak of his momentum. Ready to explode.“Ah! Fuck!” I shouted reaching the apex and releasing the tension into a flood. My entire body contorted and shook violently while his tongue continue to lick the remaining essence of my cum.He sits up straight untangling my legs from his shoulders. His lips glistened with my juice. His eyes burned with fiery passion and lust. I didn't notice that my hand found the hem of his white shirt, pulling it over his head. A huge tent formed from his denim jeans, large enough to almost rip the zipper, evident from his undeniable arousal.‘Am I doing the right thing? To give myself to someone I don’t know?’Hesitation is written all over my face as my gaze is drawn to his rocky six-pack abs, my hands travel down from his chest, tracing the outline of his hard physique.He took my hand and put it on his chest so I looked into his eyes. I can feel the strong beat of his heart.“You're hesitating.” His solemn and deep voice causes shivers to run down to my very core. It’s too late now, he’d seen all of me, he’d explored every inch of me. My p*ssy clenched again at the sight of his luscious mouth.“I do not know you,” I answered and averted my gaze, feeling like I was going to melt in the heat of his gaze. But, he gripped my chin and tilt it ever-so-slightly till we were once again looking at each other. His thumb ran into my lower lips.“You already know me, love.”[Cara]He told me I already know him, but the more I wrack my brain into remembering his physique, the more mystified I am as to who the hell he is. Certainly, I would never forget something so hot as him. Like, who the hell would? He caught my hand before I could even get the chance to remove his mask, telling me to go to sleep right after kissing me on the forehead. He then vanished. Disappearing into the darkness.Hell, how could I sleep peacefully right after what he did?That sucker left me gaping and definitely still dripping with undeniable arousal—worse yet, sexually frustrated naked on my bed. I spent hours touching myself with my toys and smelling the shirt he left behind like a creep to ease my release.I’m still mad. At him and mostly to myself. I woke up this morning confused, but then his shirt lays underneath my blanket along with my toys confirming everything was real. That’s when my blood runs cold and my heart pumps wilder. What if he was indeed a murderer and a
[Cara]I woke up the next morning with a bludgeoning headache blasting at the back of my skull. But it was Nancy’s terrified scream that shoots me out of my bed, stumbling into the floor before dashing out from my room and bolting to the living area. She looked like a mess standing right next to the couch. Drool dried up at the side of her mouth, eyes wide in shock. With the suddenly heightened alert, I snatch the closest thing I could reach my hand on—which by the way happens to be my very expensive decorative vase. Not that it matters more than the safety of my friend.“What? What happened? Who’s there?” I swung the vase like it was the most lethal weapon in the world as I panicked and moved up to Nancy. “Show yourself! I am not fucking afraid of you!”“Geez, Cara, relax. You sounded like a lunatic.” Nancy grip my arms and took the vase I was holding.Flabbergasted at her calm demeanor as though she hadn’t freaked her lungs out just a moment ago, I glared at the crazy woman. “What?
[Cara]The food in this restaurant is supposed to be world-class. Known for its exquisite cuisine made by renowned chefs. Nevertheless, my perfectly served medium rare Wagyu steak seemed to have wedge my throat uncomfortably as I couldn’t chew it properly. Too conscious of the pair of black eyes fixated on every move I take, unbashful at that.“So, Mr. Montreal. How long have you been staying here in Manhattan?”With an air of nonchalance, I picked up my bubbling champagne and gracefully took a sip. Forcing down the meat lodging my esophagus while darting Mr. Montreal—Damon should I say—a quick glance through the rim of my glass as his attention had shifted to my dad. This time, my turn to stare at him and study his countenance.We settled around a circular table good for four people. While mom and dad were facing each other, Damon sat directly across from me.“More than a decade now,” he answered. “But I’ve been traveling more often from here to France for my other kind of business.
[3rd POV—Damon]Damon felt Cara stiffen underneath him, her body shaking uncontrollably yet his focus veered around the crowd, desperately trying to spot where the bullets were coming from.A sniper. He asserted as the barrage of gunfire came from afar, tailing with a blaze only visible to the eyes in no more than a second.“Fuck!” Keeping his arms and the mass of his body shielding Cara, Damon manages to tap into his communication device pierced on his ear, he hollered a command to Davien, his wingman connected on the other line. “Send back-up now!”“Dad…”Cara shifted beneath him, despondently whispering as if awakening from her trance. Her eyes well up with tears as she looks up at him, clinging to his collar like a lost child pleading for help. Both horrified and rambling. “My dad…mom?”Damon wanted to hoist her into his shoulder and take her to safety. A peculiar feeling prodded his chest upon seeing this particular woman crying, and all he wanted to do is rip this world apart as
[Cara]Everything still hasn’t sunk into my pretty dumb head.It’s as if the time itself seemed to have slowed down and the world stopped revolving around me. My body moved automatically without being told what to do. My eyes stare distantly, but not seeing at all.It feels like I am floating, my head wrapped around the cloud, and a knife lodged between my chest. Tweaking and twisting in a painful thrust, making it so hard to breathe.“Cara...”A low velvety voice echoed in a hush. My phantom moved closer to me from across the dim room, walking with a such regal bearing that its presence overwhelms me to the point of suffocation, stifling and bursting me into flames. Yet, at the very same time a kind of air I longed to breathe. To inhale and fill my lungs with his manly scent. I should be frightened after what happened. I should be wary of his presence and call the cops immediately. He could be a psychopath, a murderer, and an obsessed stalker.I am aware of the danger he poses, and
[Cara] A week has flown by, and I still don't have the energy to return to work, but I know I must. My employees depended on me for them to feed their families. So I couldn't let this grief consume me, or else many lives would suffer greatly. I couldn’t do that to my people.Most of my free time—which wasn't much—was spent searching for any possible prospect whom my dad had been afflicted with. Nonetheless, all those searches were futile and leads me to naught.Fortunately, I have Nancy to get me through my grief. She had been extremely patient and helpful to me. She doesn’t annoy me every now and then like she always does. Instead, she keeps checking in on my office, and I appreciate all of her efforts.Meanwhile, it has also been a week since I heard anything from Damon. It feels like he just popped out of our lives after the incident and my dad’s burial. It’s not that I am expecting anything from him, but he could have called at least once to see how I was doing. Well, now that my
[Cara]Without waiting for his response I dropped the call and slump back into my chair again. Suddenly felt drained just by talking to him.I thought he was the one who was going to pick me up, but instead, an armored black SUV was waiting on me on the ground floor of my building. Escorted by a plethora of men in black and another three SUVs tailing the one I was in with.I just shot Nancy a quick message about where I am going and she texted back, telling me to have fun. Like what fuck? What fun would that be?If not in bed… Oh, gross.…not.I’m totally mental.The trip went uneventful and excruciatingly long. I’m not even sure where this is going and these men sitting rigidly next to me felt more like robots than humans. It was already dark when we were on our way to Damon’s place.Fancy places and grandeur don’t appeal to me no more. However, my jaw locked in its place when my gaze fell into a glass monstrosity perched skywards on the hilltop. It is double the size of our mansion
[Cara]Nobody dared to stop me as I stormed out of this glass monstrosity. Or because Damon told them not to. Mom was shouting my name behind me, but I was too angry and hurt to even listen to her.How could they do this to me?Am I not to be trusted about such matters that they chose to tell Damon instead of me? Over their own daughter? Is that how keen and desperate they are to sell me? I know for the longest time they are trying to find me an eligible bachelor with tons of money to expand and strengthen our business domain, and also to ensure my future. But fuck! I never expected Dad to include my inheritance in this gamble, and for what? So that I would be forced to marry that fucking bastard. It was clearly stated in there that I could only access whatever was left in my name only by marriage to Damon-fucking-Montreal.Gosh! I felt so dumb and stupid.“Drive!” I hollered, directing to no one while marching briskly through the roundabout pavement where the SUV was still parked a