-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 understand, he asks raising an eyebrow. I want all of you.
-You're insane! You lied to me that I would be killed just to satisfy your obsession?
-Oh princess, it's not that simple. He sits on the bed, gesturing for me to sit on his lap, and as I try to sit next to him, he pulls me onto his lap.
-Look, I don't know what madness or obsession or whatever this is, but it needs to stop. I want to go home.
-Darling, I didn't lie to you, those people really are after you, the fact that you're here is a plus for me.
-I don't even want to hear this nonsense, I say withdrawing from his lap.
-Nonsense, you say, he says getting closer to me again.
-Tell me, when I touch you like this, he says running his finger over my lips. Wouldn't you rather it be my lips instead of this finger? Or... he pauses while tracing small circles above the V-neck of my blouse. Wouldn't you rather it be my tongue instead of this finger?
-Leave me alone, I shout recoiling as if burned.
I don't know what's happening to me, I feel like I'm burning all over and that I have no control over myself. This man is the most feared man I've ever heard of, he's involved in all sorts of illegal businesses and not even the police can stop him, and here I am waiting like a bitch in heat for him to tear my clothes off. I think if I were to kiss him now, I wouldn't stop.
-We both know you want this, but you know what!? This, he points from me to him with his finger, will happen when you admit that you want to have sex with me just as much as I do.
-This is not right, I say bewildered. I don't want to have sex with you, I've known you for a few hours.
-I don't see any problem.
-I see, because I'm not a whore, I say revolted.
-Eleanor, I never said that, he says looking at me seriously.
-But that's what you're insinuating, I yell at him.
-Stop putting words in my mouth. Do you think if I considered you a whore, I would have waited so many years to have you?
-But the incident happened a few months ago.
-Yes, but you were on my radar long before that.
-What?
-Do you remember that night at the club?
-Yes. What about it?
-I was the guy you had sex with that night. The next day I looked for you, but you disappeared from my bed, from my hotel, and from my life. Until you reappeared in my life again, and when I saw you sleeping next to me, after you saved me, I realized I had to have you. I followed you and realized that someone else is also doing that, and I decided to bring you back to where you belonged 3 years ago when I first had you.
-Please, I don't want to hear anymore. Lucas or Demon or whatever your name is, understand that I'm not anyone's toy, not even yours. So please leave the room, you've tired me out more than the drugs you've administered to me.
-I understand that or I'm trying to understand, but I'm not leaving. I want to feel you next to me, to see that you're safe.
-But I am, I say tired of this conversation.
-I understand you, but do you understand me?
-I don't want to understand you. I don't want to trust someone like you.
-Someone like me, how?
-I know that hotels and transportation companies are not your only businesses.
-Darling, it's like I was the one following you.
-You need to know everything about enemies.
-It's a shame you're not capable of hating me.
-Oh, really!? Why do you say that?
-Because I'm too sexy to be hated, he says with a devilish grin.
-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
On one hand, I can't wait to see my family, but on the other hand, I'm not so eager to see my relatives. I guess everyone has those few aunts and uncles who are concerned about anything other than their own lives. Well, those relatives focus a lot on my life, especially since I'm the most outspoken member of the family. "Outspoken" in their vocabulary means that I don't accept all the nonsense they say, but also that I strongly support my point of view. Honestly, I can't wait for these few days to pass. I can already imagine what it will be like when they see Damon; Dad won't stand him because he only tolerates those drunk idiots from the village who work in construction or steal. My brother will be neutral because he's the type who gets along with everyone. Grandma will love him, I know that because she always wanted me to have a serious boyfriend who dresses in a suit. Dressing in a suit was among her standards when she married my late grandfather. The car we're in attrac
From Elenor’s perspective I rushed with my grandma to my godmother's to bring her some pills. I'm sorry I left Damon at home with my dad, but I couldn't take him with me. It would have sparked more rumors than his car, which everyone is talking about now. Honestly, my godmother doesn't really support me, and neither do I, but I have to keep up appearances because she's my grandmother's sister. She's never supported me, and my grandma knows that. She has a daughter just as grumpy as her, and she also had a son who died in an accident, leaving behind a wife and three children. I can't say I feel sorry because I don't. He committed suicide because he was gambling, and then the whole thing was covered up so his wife could benefit from a large sum of money from his job. His wife is a very foolish woman, she's not employed, she throws money around on clothes and perfumes that she wears in this small town where nobody cares. She only has a few grades of education, which