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“I was with Tom. I didn’t realise I needed to keep you updated on my whereabouts,” I snap, feeling frustrated. He has no right to question me and certainly no right to use that tone of voice with me.

“So you spend the night dry humping my brother, then you leave with your date, who happened to have a quick fuck in the closet room might I add, and you come home in a different outfit. Is that his fucking shirt?” He is looking at me with pure rage and it fuels my anger.

Rage. I’m good with that. I can deal with rage. I take a step towards him, thinking about my words, trying to find the right ones to get the best reaction from him.

“Yes it’s his shirt. I didn’t see the point in getting dressed after we messed around.” I let it hang in the air.

“After you messed around? What the fuck does that mean, Ella? Did you fuck him?” He roars the last words at me making me jump. Oh he’ll feel bad for that move.

“No. We didn’t get that far,” I snap. His body sags with relief. Time to take back that relief. “We’ve made arrangement for tomorrow night instead.” It’s a whisper but I know he heard me. He slumps down on the stairs, looking shocked, like he is trying his hardest not to believe me.

I go and stand in front of him, he has his head in his hands, a
nd I have to resist the urge to run my fingers through his hair.

“Why?” he whispers. I barely heard him. He looks up as he continued to speak, “Why do you do it? Is it all a game to you?”

“No.” He’s getting too close to the mark with all this game talk. “Every woman has needs.”

“Is that what you like, Ella? To just fuck? Because I can do that baby. I can fuck you until you’re screaming. I can fuck you all night long, until you beg me to stop. You know I can.” His hand reaches between my legs and I clamp them closed, keeping his hand in place. He lifts my shirt, running his other hand over my stomach, taking the material with it before completely removing it.

“Damon.” It comes out as a breathy whisper but it’s all it takes. He pulls me towards him ripping my panties off me in one pull. I reach down to unfasten his trousers, pulling his already hard cock free.

Damon pulls me down on top of him so I straddle his thighs. His massive cock fills my pussy in one push, stretching me. I can’t help the moan that escapes my throat. I cry out his name, it doesn’t even sound like me, as he pummels up into me again and again. It’s raw, hard, and carnal. I have never been fucked like
this before. I feel every single inch of him.

“Fuck, Ella. Why does it feel this good? You’re so fucking tight. Your
pretty little pussy
likes to pull me in, likes to squeeze me,” he groans. His raspy words take me to the edge. Pleasure explodes in my core, spreading out through my body. “It’s never felt this good before.” His words only add fire to my already burning pussy. I bite down on his shoulder as I feel my orgasm building.

He pistons into me, holding me in place with his hands on my hips, grunting and groaning his pleasure. I can’t help but scream out his name as I come. I shudder as I feel him expand within my walls, pulsating as he spills his seed inside me, filling me with his come.

“Ella,” he roars as he clamps my hips flush with him, staying full to the hilt.

I feel completely spent. I feel him stand up with me still wrapped around him. I can’t lift my head to see where he is taking me. I can feel how hard he still is. My walls still contract around him, tearing a groan from his mouth with each squeeze.

I hear the shower being switched on before he carries me into the stream of hot water. I have no energy to stand so Damon supports my weight and proceeds to clean me up.

“I want to keep you,” he says so quietly that I’m not act
ually sure if he really said that. I feel so sleepy, my body sated. I don’t want to open my eyes because I can’t face what just happened. I can’t face the truth of what this man does to me so I just keep my eyes shut as he washes me.

I know if I speak I will fall apart. Even thinking of Lydia doesn’t help. All I feel is him
, always him. Consuming me, chipping away at my ice cold heart, showing me how good sex can be. I have to stay numb. I can’t risk getting in too deep with him. I need to get hold of
my feelings and block them off from him. If I feel right now I may never recover from the spell he seems to have me under.

His hands working over my body feel amazing. It’s not a sexual touch, it’s caring touches. His fingers brush across my skin as if I am made of silk. He massages tense places on my shoulders, neck, and back, helping me further into slumber. I hear the shower turn off, and feel Damon wipe me down with a warm fluffy towel. He carries me to his bed and places me under the covers. The sheets smell of him. I inhale deep before closing my eyes and burrowing down into the soft bed. I feel him press up against me, blanketing my back with his chest. I drift off to his whispered words speaking of my beauty.

CHAPTER TWELVE

May 16th 2014

I wake up to the sun shining through the open blinds. The double glass doors that lead to the private balcony showcase a stunning sunrise, above the hills in the distance. The cloudless azure sky is streaked with reds and burnt oranges. It’s breathtaking.

The morning sun is lighting the bedroom, showing off its beauty. Creams and yellows brighten the room, making it look like a summer’s day.

Damon stirs behind me, tightening his arms around me, holding on to me. In his arms I find comfort from the dreams, the pain, and life in general.

Hot breath skates across my neck as Damon nuzzles into my hair. I tense, his body setting mine ablaze just by being close. His hands slowly start to skim across my naked skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I suck in a shocked gasp when his finger and thumb captures my nipple and squeezes. His tongue brushes against my neck as he drags his lips up towards my ear.

“Morning, beauty.” His sleep filled voice has extra rasp to it in the mornings. My core instantly clenches, flooding with want. The hand playing with my nipple gently starts to knead my breast, squeezing and lifting, filling his palm. I moan as his other hand grazes down my stomach to my pussy. My hips shift forward of their own accord, trying to find traction where my body craves it most.

He softly rolls me onto my back as he kisses along my jaw, towards my lips. My hands come up to grasp his muscular biceps. A whimper escapes my lips as I turn my head to seek his lips out. His soft lips whisper across mine in the gentlest of caresses. I lift my head to try and latch on to his lips but he moves back chuckling.

“Easy, beauty. We’re taking this slowly. I want to savour you, I want to taste every inch of your smooth skin.” His brown eyes darken before mine, his hand cupping my mound. He continues in a husky whisper. “I want to feel you clawing at my back as I’m buried deep in your pussy. I want to feel every squeeze of my dick from you. I want your moans. I want it all, Ella.” His eyes piercing into mine are so commanding, I can’t look away from the intensity swirling around in them.

I want all that. I want what he wants. I want to feel it slow.

I grind into his palm, trying to ease the ache deep in my heat. Two of his fingers slip into me and start a gentle thrusting rhythm as his lips descend to mine in an all consuming kiss. It’s soft and gentle, yet firm. I part my lips to invite him in my mouth but his tongue dances across my bottom lip instead, before pulling it between his, nibbling and sucking. I whimper.

I begin to pant as he presses his palm more firmly against my throbbing clit. It pulses and grows, sneaking out from its hood to make contact with the pressure he’s exerting on me. A deep throaty moan slips from me as I squirm beneath him.

“Damon,” I cry out as my mind climbs to the peak of euphoria, climbing to reach the release I need. His tongue suddenly plunges between my lips, into the recess of my mouth. His tongue tangles with mine as his thrusting fingers pick up speed. My walls ripple around his fingers, trying to pull them deeper in me.

“That’s it beauty, ride my hand. Take what you need,” Damon says into my mouth. Pleasure rips through me. My legs shake as my toes curl. I’m going to fall. I feel my back arch as my orgasm explodes from my sex, spreading out through my body. I scream out his name as my fingernails pierce his arms, digging into his skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Damon huskily whispers as his lips brush my ear. “I love to watch you come. You take my breath away. Let me keep you.”

I open my eyes and look at him. He’s so handsome. His hair is in messy disarray from sleep, his face is softer first thing in a morning with peace, but his eyes burn with desire. I bring my hand up to cup his face. How is it that this man wants me? I press my lips to his in a passionate kiss. Butterflies take flight in my stomach. Just a kiss pulls me in. His lips are divine. I want him to keep me.

I moan before I realise what I’m doing. Sleeping with the enemy. 

My stomach feels like it drops out my arse, I squeeze my eyes shut. He’s getting to me too much. I need to regroup. I need to get away.

I struggle to get free from him, he pulls back to look at me, confusion swimming in his eyes. I look away from him, not wanting to see what he’s making me become. What he’s making me feel. What he’s making me want.

“Please get off me.” I ask quietly. He moves instantly, freeing me.

I get up and leave the room without saying another word, not bothered by my nakedness. Tears flood my eyes. I’m falling off course. He’s making me forget what I need to do. I quickly cross to the room across the hall, shutting and locking the door behind me. I slide down the door until my knees make contact with the floor, the tears break
ing free now I’m alone. I lean forward to bring my head to the carpeted floor.

The storm of emotions swirling through me causes my body to shudder. Sobs pour from my chest, my throat tightens making me unable to breathe. I drag a breath in, gasping. Pain radiates out from my heart. I’m getting in over my head, getting lost in Damon, forgetting my purpose. I try my best to compose myself, taking a calming breath before trying to sort out the jumble that is my mind.

I actually feel when I’m with him. I’m beginning to crave that feeling, needing it.

Shit.

How is it he can make me forget everything when his hands are on me? My body and mind give over to his control and hold on to him whilst he does as he pleases. My body submitting to his. He’s manipulating me, making me believe his lies.

Fuck.

It’s getting harder. It’s easier to pretend this is real sometimes. To just believe that he really feels for me what he claims to feel, but I know it’s all just a game to him. It needs to stay a game to me too. I need to focus.

I need to push him hard, play on his weakness. He doesn’t like to share. He made that obvious last night. I push up to my feet and dash to get Lydia’s diary. I need to move on to the next stage. I need to up the jealously beast that roars within Damon when he feels possessive.

I look up the entry when Lydia felt her first confusion set in, reminding me that confusion is part of his game. I’m meant to feel like this, it’s all part of his manipulation. I’m proving to the part of me, the side that is holding out in hope that it really could be real with Damon, that he’s controlling the game at the minute and winning.

February 16th 2011

I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. I haven’t seen Damon since Friday. Friday! And as if that isn’t bad enough, I didn’t get to see him at all on Valentine’s Day. Our first one together and I didn’t get to spend any time with him. SUCKS!

Then he comes into work today, is busy all day so we don’t have time for even a quick kiss. He only has time to pass me a flower delivery request note while he’s leaving, talking on the phone. I didn’t even get a hello!

THAT ISN’T THE WORST OF IT! Oh no. He’d asked me to order flowers to be delivered to Alexandria! WTH?! and with a note saying
“Looking forward to tonight”.

What the fuck?! WHAT THE FUCK?

I don’t know what I’ve done but I couldn’t just let him do this without knowing why. I had to follow him. Maybe it was just as punishment to me? Well, no. No it wasn’t, he met the whore at a fancy restaurant, they kissed. Kissed!

Then left together in her car. She lives in a fancy pants part of the city. I know her type. Snobby. That’s not what Damon needs. I’m real, not fake. I keep his life organised. Not her. He wouldn’t cope without me. He needs me!

I can’t believe it. I must have done something for him to do this to me. To us. I need to fix it. I’m enough for him. Aren’t I? Yes I am. I know I am. I’m more than enough. I’m sure of it.

Well I think I am.

Shit what if he thinks I’m not good enough? I am. I can be anything he needs. I know he feels our connection. It’s so strong! I can feel it with every touch. He can’t not feel it. It’s electric!

His touch is mine! He should only touch me. I need to let him know I’m sorry. Maybe do something extra special for him tomorrow?

I love him. I can’t lose him. I won’t lose him.

Not to Alexandria or any other bitch.

Damon is mine.

I now can relate to her confusion. Not the same type of confusion. My confusion stems from my building feelings for Damon, not Damon’s manipulation. Well I don’t think he’s manipulating me. I would know. I know all his tactics.

Or has he got new skills since Lydia? I bet he has. I need to prove to him that he doesn’t have control over me. I need to prove to me that I am in control. I need to fuck someone else and show Damon that our night together didn’t mean anything to me.

I put the diary away in my bag and pull out my mobile. I quickly dial Tom’s number and wait for him to pick up. After three rings the call connects.  

“Hello?” Tom answers in a brisk tone.

“Hey, Tom. It’s... Ella.” His deep chuckle sounds down the phone.

“I know it’s you Els. I’ve had your number for years.”

Silence hangs between us as he waits for me to talk. After his ultimatum last night I know he won’t talk until he gets the answers he wants. “Can we meet up today and talk? Please?”

“You ready to talk?”

“Yes.” I sigh. I really am ready to share with someone everything I’ve done. Talking about it will hopefully get my focus back on Lydia’s revenge and not on my body’s reaction to Damon’s touch. “Meet me for dinner later? My place, I’ll cook. Say seven o’clock?”

“Okay, Els. See you at seven.” He hangs up.