Towards the end of my "sweet dream," which most likely will be the source through which I will end up in a brothel or even worse, in organ trafficking, I could hear and feel everything, only I couldn't move. I felt as though I had been administered an anesthetic or drugs.
I hear the front and rear doors of the car open and close, then the one on my side opens. I feel myself being pulled into someone's arms. I try to open my eyes, which, due to the substances injected into my body, seem like a huge effort, and just before I manage to, I fall asleep again.
I grope with my hand the space I am placed on and realize it's a bed. I try to open my eyes again, and this time I succeed, but they feel very dry as if they were filled with sand. I blink a little and notice that my mouth is dry too. I feel as though all my senses are parched.
-I think you have a very dry mouth; a glass of water would help you,I startle at the sound of the voice, which, if we were in a different situation, I would feel as a source of excitement.
I turn my head to the right side of the bed and see the investor from the company.
-Or maybe you want me to help you, he says, transitioning from a serious look to one akin to that of a predator eyeing its prey. I look at him with a frightened look, not knowing what he's referring to, and then I realize from the way he licks his lips what he meant, and I calm down. I take the glass of water from his hand and drink it all.
-Why am I here? I ask, following this path even though I know that no normal person would kidnap another person for work-related issues.
-We both know that's not why, he says, smiling at me. God, I might end up as a product or worse because of this man, and I feel like wiping that smile off his face with my lips, which at this moment would give anything to touch his.
-Then why am I here? I ask, losing my patience.
-You're here because I want you, he tells me as if he said something totally normal.
-Why? I ask, my voice trembling for some reason.
He leans over me, getting his lips at an unnoticeable distance from mine. I lean a bit lower, and he leans over me. With one hand, he lifts my chin, and I make eye contact with his electrifying green eyes. I try to break eye contact, but I can't. He takes the glass from my hand, which I had forgotten I was holding, and puts it on the nightstand beside the bed without breaking the eye contact between us. I clear my throat to break the silence that settled in the room.
-I want to leave! I see him snap out of it and stand up, then sit in the armchair next to the bed.
-You are mine, and you will leave only if I come with you, he tells me in a gentle voice.
-Where are we? I ask, scared.
-In my house in New York.
-In... New York?
-Yes.
-How? How did you manage to cross the border with me?
-False documents, and the fact that I have a private jet. A private jet!? So, he's rich. Who knows what dirty things he does for that money.
-Tell the truth! Did you kidnap me to sell me or my organs? I ask, raising my voice at him.
-Do you really think I would do that to you? he asks.
-How should I know? I don't know you; I don't know what kind of person you are, I say, turning my whole body towards him, full of nerves, so much so that I think my cheeks turned red. He stands up nervously, puts my hands above my head, and clasps my chin with his other hand to make eye contact.
-Listen me! I don't have time for this nonsense; I need to protect you, understood? he yells at me angrily.
-Someone is after you, and they want to kill you, he tells me the last sentence slowly and in a calmer tone for me to process everything that's happening to me.
-And if I believe you, what's your business with it? Why do you care? I ask.
-Because… it's because of me that all this is happening to you, he says coldly.
I look at him bewildered, not understanding what he means.
-I think you've got the wrong person.
-I've been following you for months; I'm sure I haven't, he insists.
-I think you're insane. Why would... I stop abruptly, as I realize. You're him!
-I'm the one you saved, yes, I am. I've been following you for months to see if everything's alright. I didn't want to disturb your life for nothing. The night I brought you here, you were about to be caught and tortured until you told them what connection you have with me, and in the best case scenario, you would have been killed in the end.
-I have nothing to do with you. I don't know you!
-I know, but I can't risk them taking you from me.
-You're crazy, I yell at him.
-I helped you because that's what I would have done for anyone. I'm not yours.
-You are mine, and you will stay here. Because that's what I want,he yells at me angrily.
I don't know what to believe. I don't know what to do. What if the psychopath in front of me is right and I'm really in danger? Maybe those who are after me have already found my family?-But my family? Will they be in danger?-Are you serious right now? he asks me as if I had asked him "how's the weather outside.-Yes, do you think I'm joking about this?-I don't know, he says, taking his place again in the armchair next to the bed.-Then let me leave. I can't let anything happen to my family because of me.-Sweetheart, stay in bed and don't make me angry more than I already am, he tells me through gritted teeth.-I don't understand why you don't understand me. I want my family to be safe.-If I let you leave, you'll be killed at best. You're the one who doesn't understand me.-I know, but at least that way, those people won't be after my family anymore.-But you'll die or worse.-And why do you care? Just let me go, please, I say with tears in my eyes.-I won't do that, but if i
-So tell me, what scared you so much about me, but I want you to look into my eyes when you say it, he says, lifting my chin.-I know who you are, I say stuttering, unable to find a way out.-Who am I, he asks, managing to press himself against my chest with a single step towards me.-I don't think I need to clarify that for you, I respond, taking a step back. I startle when my back hits the wall.-But I actually do, he says, giving me a look that makes my heart skip a beat. He takes another step, and as he leans his hand against the wall, I realize I've walked into the wolf's trap.-Damon Black, I say with trembling voice. He presses his lips against my earlobe. He doesn't say anything, I just hear his breath that sends shivers down my spine.-What do you want from me, I say pushing him away from me, but I still managed to keep him a few centimeters away.-Hmm, he says seeming to think. Everything, he says grinning like a little child.-What, I ask totally bewildered.-What don't you
-Demon, I'm too exhausted to have this conversation with you, I say, trying to get out of it, but I don't seem to be able to control myself in front of him.-I don't think it's just that, he says, smiling cunningly.-Believe what you want! I push him in such a way as to create a clear path to the bed. I throw myself into the middle of the gigantic bed and bury myself under the blanket.-Move over, he orders, pulling my blanket.-No, no, you're not sleeping in this bed. I'm pretty sure you have plenty of rooms where you can sleep.-This is my room, he says, getting into bed beside me, under the blanket.-Then I'll leave and find another one, I say, trying to get up from bed, but I'm pulled back into his chest.-You're not going anywhere, he says, turning off the lights in the room with a remote control. After the heated discussion with Demon, I couldn't sleep anymore, even though I tried. This guy doesn't inspire any trust in me, but he makes me feel safe. Maybe I'm crazy to say thi
-Damon, I have a problem, I entered without knocking on his office. I examine the room more closely and I see two more men whom I don't know.-I'm sorry, I didn't know...-Let's reschedule the meeting in 20 minutes, Damon informs the other two people.I don't know if I'm crazy or not, but I think I felt my heart pounding in my chest at the thought that he canceled something to talk to me. After Damon puts the phone back on the table, a bodyguard makes his presence in the office.-Taylor, take the guests to the living room and make sure some snacks are prepared for them.After I'm left alone with Damon, he signals me to sit in the chair in front of his desk.-I didn't mean to disturb you, I'm sorry...-You're not bothering me, don't apologize! Tell me what happened," he says, lighting a cigarette.-My father called. He was panicked that I didn't answer him these days and told me to visit him soon. He has something urgent to talk to me about.-Good, talk to him and tell him you'll
I toss and turn, but sleep refuses to take me. Its absence causes this insomnia. In just a few days, I've become dependent on it. I can't have dinner without it, I can't sleep without it. It's quite strange. I don't think I love it, but I've developed a need to see it beside me, to feel its arms around me when I sleep, and even the specific, unorthodox touches it makes at the table. I really don't understand why he spends so much time in that office. Did the meeting last so long that he couldn't even have dinner with me or at least make it to the bedroom by this hour? Wanting to satisfy my curiosity, I go to his office. I knock, but no one answers, so I enter. Fear grips me when I see the floor and walls covered in blood. Has something happened to Damon? Terrified, I leave the office, wanting to find someone from the staff to find out what's happening. I can't find anyone from the staff, but when I try to call Damon, I see a huge door at the end of the hallway that I don't kn
-Stay away from me, you monster! I shout as loud as I can, trying not to waver. I'm pretty sure this jerk drugged me after I passed out; otherwise, I can't explain the dizziness and headache. I try to get up from beside him, but I can't. The bastard has handcuffed my hand to the bed.-Why am I handcuffed to the bed?-So you won't run away. Isn't it logical?How can he be so calm after torturing a man!?-You're a bastard! Do you hear me!? You'll pay for everything!-Blah, blah. Okay, I'm a monster, a bastard, but darling, you're the girlfriend of a monster, a bastard, and many other insults you can think of.-Stop saying that I'm your girlfriend. You don't know what love is. I realize I've hit a sensitive point when he rushes towards me. He immobilizes my other hand, placing himself over me.-Hey doll, do you really think everything in this world is rosy? Well, let me tell you, it's not. I don't want to go into too much detail, but I want you to understand me and my actions. M
Grandma, Dad, and Marc, I'm sorry I didn't visit you more often! I'm sorry I didn't tell you how much I love you because of my pride! I'm sorry for causing you so much pain after you find out I'm dead! I'm sorry for everything! I hope you can forgive me in this lifetime." These were the only thoughts running through my mind as Damon dragged me through the hail of bullets towards the exit. Twenty minutes had passed since I found myself in the backseat of the car with Adam holding my hand, shaking me every time I stared into space, not aware of what he was saying or asking me. I simply couldn't snap out of the shock. I could have been shot if Damon hadn't thrown me to the ground. A split second and I would have left this world. A split second and my life would have ended in the ugliest way possible.-Darling, are you okay? Damon asks me for the umpteenth time.-Well, if by 'okay' you mean that I almost died less than half an hour ago, then yes, I'm okay, I reply, giving him an ironi
From Damon's perspective: The fact that she was ashamed of her body infuriates me to no end. How? How could she do that when I get aroused just by looking at her? This woman drives me as crazy as she did on the first night. After thoroughly exploring every inch of her upper body, I slowly move my tongue down to her thighs, avoiding her vagina to save the best for last. Her body tenses with pleasure as she senses me getting closer, but I catch her off guard by kissing her labia wildly while massaging her clit with a finger. She lets out a moan between her lips, sending a shiver down my spine and into my pants. I slip a finger inside her, continuing to massage her lips with my mouth, eager to hear her moans.-Take that damn hand off! I want to hear your moans like I heard them in my dreams, I say, seeing her trying to muffle herself. At my words, she removes her hand from her mouth, looking at me with her innocent doe eyes. So innocent! It only excites me more that she's