[Cara]I felt comfortable and confident with the dress I chose. It was a tight-fitted tube with a chromatic effect that changes hues when the light hits it. Though I topped it up with a white pea coat, covering Damon’s bite marks was glowing in brilliant red on the skin on my shoulders.My make was already done, and I just let my hair hang in its natural curls, cascading down to my waist, then paired it with black Louboutin shoes with rhinestones lining around the pointed heels.I was staring at my reflection in the mirror for one final glance as I eased my nerves. Just then, the doorbell chimes, and the raging dread fire starts again and coils in my gut.Damon says it's going to be fine, and I trust him. However, I am not worried about this man, but rather the information he brings us. A knock came through the door on cue, and Damon’s voice followed. “Cara, my love.”It’s going to be fine. I tell myself and take a deep breath. Traipsing across the room and opening the door.“I’m don
[Cara]He was frantic and disoriented from having the sack on his head. He lists too much and fights the bonds on his wrist.“Get them out of here and make sure their mouths are sealed before I will,” Damon instructed a few of the armed men to get the catering crew out of here. His threats are resolute, and I'm sure as hell that if one of them squeaks, that would be the very last sound they make.A shudder ran down my spine, but it wasn't for the horrible thought of what Damon might do to the poor catering crews, but mainly to the man’s hysterical blue eyes glued on me. A momentary surprise registered on his face upon seeing me, but then he was back wrestling with his binds.The vivid anger in me burns the back of my throat, seeing my father's face as well as the one responsible for his death. He tries to talk, but the gag on his mouth shuts him up. Salvatore unceremoniously rips the fabric off his mouth and grabs his head by the hair.“C-Cara?” He sputtered, recovering his breath.“
[Damon] ***Ten years later...*** I run my thumb over her lips the slides my fingers into her hairline, gripping her close as much as I can while she moves on top of me, grinding and taking me inside her.God, I love this woman with all my heart. It fucking hurts like I am going to explode.Right inside her.Her back arches, and her hair falls down her spine as she rides me, and I lean back on my elbow, holding her hip.Fuck, baby. I groan.“God, Damon,” Cara whimpers, her knees on my side trembling.She digs her nails into my shoulders and comes in, kissing me, her taste and heat making my fucking head spin. This was the second time in six hours. She, climbing on top of me and stirring me awake at the crack of dawn just ten minutes ago.How easily I stir for her, though. My beautiful wife.Ten years.A decade has passed since that night.Yet, I still couldn't believe the vision I had with her had now come true.We are now living in a two-story house. A picket white fence and a centen
[Cara]For the last thirty minutes now, I’ve kept my gaze riveted at the balcony door of my family-owned condo unit located on the 35th floor. The lights were already off, save for the dim nightshade lamp set atop my bedside table.Being the owner’s daughter of this complex building comes with the privilege to have heightened security access around my unit. Cameras, sets of emergency alarms, and all.However, that doesn't stop him.My shadow.I have this recurring memory while sleeping that someone was watching me. That he would just slip into my room and stare at me, even with my balcony doors closed.Sometimes I wake up stripped down with my undergarments when sure as hell before getting to bed I was in my pajamas or a nightgown but still ended up with my panties the next morning.Though he didn’t violate me, nor that I am aware of. But, who knows? I sleep like a hibernating bear whenever I’m deadbeat and tired from work at my office. That's why tonight, I finally took up the cour
[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
[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.