[Cara]“Cara.” He called softly, but I refused to listen to his voice, vehemently shaking my head as my palm ran up to the surface of my vanity, skimming through the corner. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that the sound of my own name would be so foreign in my ears while at the same time feeling so familiar and touching me in those intimate places inside where I shouldn’t be feeling anything.“Cara—”“Don’t you dare say my fucking name!” I badgered, anger sparking in me again, combusting into a fiery fury that quickly erupted into a raging inferno. As though a giant wildfire were sweeping through my entire being at an accelerating rate.Heedlessly, he was about to close the distance between us, but I quickly grabbed the knife I had taken earlier from the kitchen and pointed it threateningly at him.“Don’t you dare come fucking closer! I ain’t afraid to use this.”I don’t know what kind of notion came into me and why I even thought of bringing it inside my room, but it is qu

[Cara]Oblivion.I never thought I could take solace in the darkness that surrounded me.Where there was no pain, no suffering.Simply an unending swath of silence and void stretching on forever.Is this what death feels like?There’s just nothing.No heaven nor hell.But am I dead?I don’t know.The last thing I remember was slashing Damon in the arms. I didn’t mean to. I was angry at him for everything he had done.He deceived me.Lied to my face.To answer my question, a sensation reeled into me, punching me hard in the gut. That kind of feeling in a dream of being pushed off from a great height, and then my body just jolted awake before I could land.The moment my eyes shot wide open, the first thing I was expecting to see was my bedroom’s ceiling as I lay in bed. The last thing I could have imagined was to find myself sitting inside a speeding car, zooming a hundred miles per hour into the congested highway.“What the fuck!” I screamed, terrified, as I swept my gaze around, only

[Cara] My chest heaves deep when he suddenly grazes his thumb over one of my hardened nipples, a low growl of constraints rolling on his chest with his eyes momentarily closed. He was fighting the urge to take me, and so was I.I was holding myself back not to close the gap between us and kissing him.Despite all the wrongdoings he did.The lies and deception he made.He still had this effect on me, and I hated it. I hated myself more because of it.I am crazy.Damn insane.So, I put up a vigorous struggle against the haze of my lust and desire. To snap me out of the clouding sensation running up into my entire being.“You don’t expect me to take care of that, do you?” I quipped, my attention centered on the throbbing c*ck pressed up on my lower abdomen.He gives a wry grin while slowly shaking his head. “No love, a cold shower can do.” Then he leaned down and licked the sloping swell above my left breast, running so slowly up to my collarbone, and then proceeded to nip the soft fles

[3rd POV—Damon]An uncomfortable feeling settled inside his chest upon hearing Cara’s rejection. He wasn’t used to the strange pang pricking inside his ribcage when he saw the anger and hatred dominating her emotions. He wasn’t expecting that kind of feelings to hurt more than the physical wound she inflicted or that the bullet embedded right in his leg.“All done, Mr. Montreal.” Damon’s attention was drawn to the doctor stitching him up and taking the sniper’s bullet off his flesh. He didn't do more than give him a cursory nod in dismissal before taking a deep breath and standing up. He looked at his arm and noticed that there were ten stitches in it. Cara’s got a clean aim, he must say, and for that, he was kind of proud.At least she knows how she got to defend herself in case something happens.Damon went to his room and took a quick shower first, getting rid of his blood off his body before he threaded the hallway down the basement where the fucker was waiting for him.Just like

[Cara]Fight or flight spiked into me, and I started kicking him aimlessly while scampering away from him as much as possible. However, I wasn’t fast enough to escape him. Damon grasps my ankles swiftly despite my struggles and yanks me back down.Quickly, he climbed on top of me and pressed down with his weight, pinning me down. I raised my hands and tried to punch him in the face, but he grabbed my wrists and stretched my arms above my head while pinning both of them firmly to the bed.“You are a fucking maniac. Let me go!” I bared my teeth at him. He only added a little bit more pressure on me. His nose touched mine, and his minty breath, with the hint of my own arousal from a while ago and fanned across my face.“Don’t deny it, Cara. You were moaning my name even with your eyes closed. Was I doing the exact same thing in your dream?” He taunts me, which only makes me glare at him even harder, just to hide the heat creeping into my face.“Fuck off!” I retaliated, squirming with pro