by Lechna Baram
“It will not be the end of the deal,” I exclaimed and wrapped my hand around his neck, wanting his lips against mine. As soon as our lips crashed against each other, Damian groaned and his hands roamed on my body. I pulled away from him so that I could take off his shirt. The rain was crashing against the window. As soon as his shirt was off, his lips were back on mine. He gently bit my lips and tugged on it. Then he pulled away to attack my neck with his lips, making me moan. He was damn good. Why was I ending the deal again?
I could feel him fiddling with his jeans, I lifted my hips a little bit and helped him pull it down. Once it was done, he didn't waste another second and thrusted into me. I gasped at the sudden pain and quickly moaned at the pleasure of him inside of me. I held his shoulders as he started moving and joined him in his thrusts.
“Fuck!” he swore as I increased the pace and my nails dug into his skin as I threw my head in the back because of all those overwhelming feelings. I bit my lips when I felt his mouth on my nipple. His warm, hot mouth on my cold skin. It was pure pleasure. I could feel the pleasure building in my stomach. He knew it too as he fucked me faster. He tugged on my hair and pulled me to him. His lips touched mine at the exact moment when we both exploded with pleasure. He didn't move. We stayed like this, making out with him still inside of me. When I felt like I couldn't breathe, I pulled away and laughed when I realized that we were both out of breath.
I really needed that.
“I guess we should move now,” I whispered as I rested my forehead against his.
“You want me to move?” he asked with his sexy grin and quickly thrusted in me, making me moan.
“I mean, we should get going,” I told him with a grin on my face as I leaned and gave him a peck on his lips before jumping on back on the passenger seat. I put on the sweater and tied my hair in a bun while Damian pulled up his jeans.
“That was unexpected.” I heard Damian say. I nodded and tried not to look at him as I was now feeling awkward. “We still have a deal,” he then said. I bit my lips and nodded.
“Yeah, we do,” I said. “But we need to be careful. I don't want anyone to know.” He rolled his eyes, making me turn to look at him with raised eyebrows.
“What if there was a paparazzi right now?” he asked with a smirk. “That was really reckless Miss Amington,” he said in a fake scolding voice, making me chuckle.
“It's pouring rain outside. Nobody would be able to see. Plus, you have tinted glasses.” I pointed out now a smirk of my own.
“Good point,” he said and started the engine. “That was a nice ride,” he then added as he gave me a side glance to assess my reaction. I cursed my cheeks which were already red by now.
Chapter 13
Very Long Bath
As soon as I stepped into the house, I started running to my room as I was still wearing Damian's sweater and I didn't want my sister to ask me questions. I could hear Damian chuckling behind me so before running up the stairs, I turned and showed him my middle finger, making him chuckle even more. Once I reached my room, I sighed while a smile spread on my face.
“It's not the end of the deal,” I whispered to myself, relief somehow settling inside of me.
I walked to my wardrobe and took a dress and some undergarments. I walked to the bathroom and hung my clothes before stepping under the shower. As soon as the hot water touched my skin, another sigh escaped my lips. I closed my eyes and let the water relax my body. I froze when I heard the door of the bathroom open. I pushed the curtain slightly to see Damian standing there, staring at me.
“I need to talk to you,” he said and came closer.
He opened the curtain and growled slightly before closing his eyes.
“You couldn't wait for me in the room?” I asked with a smirk.
He shook his head. I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall to the ground.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my eyes widening.
“I'm taking a shower,” he said as if I was stupid.
I watched as he took off his pants and his boxers along with it. I let my eyes trail on his abs and then they skimmed his tattoos which ran along his arms and joined on his chest. He was sexy. Fucking hot.
“You have a bathroom in your room.” I deadpanned and moved slightly as he stepped in with me.
“Yeah, but I don't have you,” he whispered huskily as he wrapped his arms around me.
The water fell on his hair, making him look even sexier. I put my hands on his chest and traced his tattoos while he rested his chin on my head.
“What did you have to tell me?” I asked and he groaned. Damian pulled away and put his hands on my waist. I jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hands soon found their way to my thighs and he held me. He pushed me against the wall, making goosebumps rise on my skin as soon as my warm skin touched the cold marble. Yeah. There were marble on the freaking walls.
“I'll tell you later,” he rasped and crashed his lips against mine.
My hands found their way to his hair and I roughly tugged on them, making him groan against my lips. I could feel his length against my skin. I pulled away to breathe. The water falling on us wasn't helping. Damian pulled away and without wasting any second, he thrust into me, making me moan. He put his hand on my mouth as he thrusted faster and deeper. He let go of my mouth and dipped his head in the crook of my neck. I could feel him sucking and licking on my skin. My nails dug in his skin as the pleasure started to engulf me.
“Damian,” I moaned as he moved inside of me, groaning my name.
He pushed my hands against the wall and put them above my head.
“Moan my name again.” He demanded in my ears.
I knew that I was going to reach my peak of pleasure soon.
“Damian,” I moaned without any hesitation as I threw my head against the wall.
He attacked my neck with his mouth as he kept thrusting in me, making me yelp at all those exciting feelings.
“Give it to me, kitten.” He ordered huskily, and I did.
I exploded in a magnificent orgasm; he did too. We were both breathless, still holding onto each other.
“That was reckless and stupid,” I whispered, completely breathless.
He pulled away and stared at me.
“Reckless, yes. Stupid, no,” he said and slowly pulled me away from the wall.
I untangled myself from him and stood properly on my feet. I smiled and pecked his chest before pulling away.
“What did you have to tell me?” I asked, taking the shower gel.
I put some on my hands and he did as well. Instead of putting it on him, he put the gel on me, massaging my body, creating foam and distracting me from my question.
“The bitch is here,” he finally said, making my eyes open.
I stiffened and stared at him.
“Your girlfriend is here?” I asked.
He glared at me and pinched my nipples, making me yelp slightly at the pain and the pleasure.
“Ex. Ex-girlfriend,” he said and pulled me to him. “I wanted to show you that we can still have sex while she's here,” he said and somehow, deep down, it hurts. I felt used. But then again, I was using him as well. No feelings, right?
“Okay,” I said and gave him a smile, which was obviously fake.
He frowned as well but then crashed his lips against mine. He kissed me for a few seconds then pulled away.
“Now wash my back,” he said playfully, making me chuckle.
I liked playful Damian. He turned his back to me, giving me a full view of his ass. Dude. That was some amazing view. I bit my lips and prayed that my cheeks were not red. I put some gel on my hands and went to apply it on his back when I saw the scratch. The scratched that I made.
“I'm so sorry,” I quickly said, staring at his red back. He turned a little bit to stare at me. “I scratched your back,” I told him and he smirked. I washed his back and when I was done, he turned to grin at me.
“One
more reason to call you kitten,” he whispered.
I rolled my eyes, a smile creeping on my face. We soon finished taking that very long shower and once I stepped in front of the mirror with my clothes on, my eyes went fucking wide.
“Damian Fucking Spears!” I roared. My neck was covered with fucking hickeys, several fucking hickeys. Damian walked to me, towel wrapped around his waist and leaned against the wall lazily. I pointed to my neck. “Did you fucking see what you did?” I asked in horror. He wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled me to him, making me crash against his chest. Then he put his hand under my chin, lifting my face so that I was staring at him eye to eye.
“Language, kitten. Your sweet innocent face doesn't allow you to swear that much,” he said, making me scoff.
“That sweet innocent face is a stripper,” I said with a humorless chuckle. Before he could talk again, I pointed to my neck again. “Look at what you've done!” I exclaimed. His eyes shifted to the hickeys and soon, I could see pride glimmering in his gray eyes.
“Six dark hickeys,” he announced proudly. “You scratched my back. I put hickeys on you,” he said as if it was fair.
“No one will freaking see your back! My sister's wedding is in six days, Damian,” I told him in disbelief and tried to pull away but his grip on me was hard. He rolled his eyes.
“It will go away in a few days and put make up and all shit on it, it will disappear,” he said. I huffed and glared at him, making him smirk at me. “You look hot when you're angry, makes me want to fuck you again,” he said casually, making my jaw drop open. I pulled away and stared at the guy in disbelief. I wouldn't mind a round three right now, but I need to go and see who his girlfriend is.
“We'll see, when the hickeys disappear maybe,” I told him teasingly, making his eyes go wide open. “It's only a few days,” I repeated his words, making him shake his head at me but I could see a smile on his face. His smile was so breathtaking.
“You're a little vixen,” he mumbled, playfulness filling his voice.
“That would be my name,” I said bowing a little. “Now go back to your room,” I said, pointing to the door.
“Don't order me around,” he said as he took a step in my direction.
“I do whatever I want,” I said as I stuck my tongue out at him. He chuckled darkly before pulling to me and putting his lips on mine. I couldn't help but smile through the kiss. He gently took my lower lip between his teeth and tugged on it. He crashed his lips against mine again and I opened my mouth to him. I could feel his tongue, dancing with mine. I yelped when I felt him bite my tongue. I couldn't help but laugh as I pulled away.
“Gosh,” he said, his voice breathy.
“Seriously go to your room! I have some work to do.” He stared at me, not moving. I rolled my eyes and walked to my bag. I took my laptop and sat on the bed. “You're free to leave,” I announced again.
“Having sex with me, then throwing me out?” he asked with amusement. “That's new to me.” He then added. “What are you working on?”
“It's a presentation for class,” I said and he nodded and made his way to the door.
Once he was out, I let my body fall on the bed. I was freaking tired. Damian was making me feel weird. Good weird. I started working on my project and then when my eyes skimmed the floor. I noticed Damian's clothes lying there. I didn't really bother about it until the door of my room opened and my sister walked in.
“Are you okay?” Alena asked as soon as she saw me. I nodded smiling.
“Yeah, I'm good”
“Listen Athena, I know you're worried about Thomas, but we'll find a way, okay?” she said.
As she walked closer, my heartbeat sped, not wanting her to find Damian's clothes.
“Yeah, I know. I'm just tired I guess,” I mumbled. She gave me a reassuring smile and then stopped in the middle of the room.
“And yeah, Damian's slut is here,” she announced. Yeah and you're talking to her. Seriously, I felt like Damian's slut but I kept quiet again and nodded. “Come downstairs in thirty minutes. Dinner will be served. Mom and Dad are not here,” she said, making me smile.
“Yes!” I exclaimed. “One good news.”
Alena laughed at my childish behavior and made her way to the door.
Chapter 14
Undercover Slut
After thirty minutes of typing away on my laptop, I pushed it away and stood up. I stretched my arms and legs then walked to my wardrobe. I pulled out a scarf and wrapped it around my neck, not wanting to take the risk of other people seeing all those hickeys. I tied my hair in a ponytail while humming a song. Basically, I'll have to meet Damian's girlfriend. Yuppie!
“Athena.”
I saw the door open slowly and Thomas peek in to look at me. I smiled at the little boy and motioned him to enter. He opened the door wider and stood there.
“Alena said dinner is ready,” he said.
“Let's go then,” I said and walked to the door.
I took his hand in mine and we both walked to the dining room while talking and laughing. I lifted my head to see that everyone was already here. My parents were not here. Thank God. As my eyes skimmed the dining room, I noticed that Damian was not here too. Where is he? Thomas tugged on my hand. I bent as he leaned close to my ear.
“Where is Damian?” he asked in a whisper. I smiled and shrugged.
“Maybe he'll be coming in a few minutes,” I said and he nodded.
“Guys, take your seats,” my sister said as she motioned the two seats next to Rose and Jace.
We walked to the seat and I finally noticed two strangers, two women to be exact. Which one of them was Damian's girlfriend? Damn. I should be reading more magazines.
“Good afternoon,” I greeted everyone and they all greeted back. I turned my attention to the two women and smiled. “I'm Athena.” I introduced. “And that's my brother, Thomas.”
Thomas gave a big cheeky smile.
“I'm Jasmine,” the brunette replied with a wide smile, her black eyes glimmering with excitement.
“And I'm Rosemary Kropp,” the other one said, power and authority high in her voice. “I'm Damian's girlfriend.”
With those words, I scrutinized the woman in front of me and felt my world crashing. Rosemary was dressed in a mid-thigh red silk dress which clung to her figure magnificently. Her blond hair was tied in a neat bun and her makeup was perfectly done. She seemed flawless. Perfect for Damian. And here I was, expecting to see some bimbo. Why was I even expecting that? Damian would not date a bimbo.
“Nice to meet you.” I lied as I gave her a tight smile.
“Athena, I need help in the kitchen,” Alena said as she stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
I knew that she needed to talk to me as we had a lot of personnel walking around with trays of food. Why would she need help with something she is not even in charge of? As I stood up to walk away, I saw Thomas scoot on my seat, to be able to talk with Jace and Rose.
“What is it?” I asked as soon as I walked into the kitchen.
“I hate those bitches,” Alena said with a huff, making me laugh.
“Why?”
“Jasmine used to date Dean. And I'm pretty sure that this Bitch of Rosemary brought her here just to annoy me,” Alena said through gritted teeth.
I rolled my eyes and put my hands on her shoulder.
“Alena, if Dean chose to marry you, then he must love you, right? Why get jealous over a girl of his past?” I asked with raised eyebrows.
“Exactly.” We turned to see Dean walking towards us with his hands in his pockets. “I love you, Alena. You don't have to be jealous over a girl who doesn't mean anything to me.” He wrapped his arms around Alena's waist and I could see my sister melting in her soon-to-be husband's arms. “And next time, don't fucking leave me with those two bitches alone.” He pleaded. I laughed and stared at them in disbelief.
“They don't look that bad. They seemed pretty nice and not the slutty type,” I ex
plained.
“Rosemary is an undercover slut,” Alena said seriously. I chuckled but she rolled her eyes. “Seriously! She may seem all professional but in fact, she slept her way to success.” I nodded when I finally got what she was saying.
“Can we go now? They will start wondering what's taking us so long,” I said and they both nodded. As we started walking back to the dining room, my sister tugged at the scarf.
“Why are you wearing this?” she asked and I felt it closer to my neck.
“After that walk in the rain, I didn't want to take the risk of getting sick,” I quickly lied. She seemed to believe the lie and kept walking to the dining room. Dean only grinned in my direction, making me huff. He knows everything, that dude. When we walked into the dining room, I could see Damian walking in as well. His eyes were no longer playful. He was glaring at everything.
“Damian, you're sitting next to Rosemary,” Alena called and we watched as the hot sexy man turned to look at us.
He narrowed his eyes and shook his head.
“I'm not sitting next to that slut. What if I catch aids?” he asked loud enough to make them hear.
My eyes widened as I leaned to gauge Rosemary's reaction. She seemed completely emotionless. How can she not be affected by Damian's harsh words? But what matters the most right now, was how my little brother was staring at us.
“Damian. I have my seven-year-old brother sitting in this dining room. If I hear you swear one time, I'm going to kill you,” I said, glaring at him.
He turned his head to me and smirked when his eyes fell on the scarf.
“Guys, let's go,” Dean said.
“I'm not sitting next to the undercover slut,” Damian huffed like a child.
I stared at him in disbelief. Did he seriously say undercover slut? He's twenty-eight for God's sake!
“Alena and Damian came up with that name.” Dean explained to me.
I nodded, staring at my sister and Damian high five. What the hell is wrong with them?
“Then you sit next to Athena and we'll make Thomas sit next to Rosemary,” Alena whispered.