THIRTY TWO

DAMON

My hold on the doorknob felt strange. But, the sight my eyes landed on was stranger.

With no intention to watch any further, I proceeded to gently close the door, but I felt Selena's hand cover my eyes.

I almost laughed at her purely ironic action.

Who should be covering whose eyes?

That's her father in there screwing a gang member while another man who is fully clothed watches.

Okay... no matter how much I think about it, I can't seem to wrap my head around the fact that a man like Lucius has such a peculiar sexual taste.

But it was more baffling to watch him sit still without moving or saying a word. Surely, the intense scene he was watching was thrilling enough.

If I were the one in his seat, I would have certainly whipped out my dick and helped myself out. I definitely wouldn't be able to endure the tension that would keep growing within my trousers.

After I gently closed the door, I pulled Selena's hand out of my face.

"What..." her light feet fell back by three steps, "... did I just see?"

Oh, right. Seeing one's father in such a position could be rather scarring for one's mind.

I have been there.

Her mind seemed distant as her brows were knitted with an expression that could be likened to horror. I didn't let go of her hand.

Instead, I walkedus away from that area as those loud moans came back with slapping sounds accompanying them.

Damn... It seems I have indeed entered the devil's pit. Every corner of this gang reeks of blood, expensive things, and excessive sex.

"Wait," Selena abruptly said as she pulled her hand out of my hold.

With a small frown on my forehead, I looked down at her and watched as she wore a calculating look.

"What is it?" I asked when the silence between us became prolonged. I could still hear the distant moans and grunts.

A gust of air escaped her lips as she nodded her head slowly. Then, she said, "I should chase my father out of this place before he scars my mind."

"Hmm... What about Lucius?"

Her eyes swiftly darted my way and the look of inquiry within them almost made me smile. This woman looks pretty no matter the face she puts on. "What about him?" she asked.

"Isn't part of the rule that-"

"No one is forcing anyone in that room, Damon. Camilla looks like she is enjoying it, just as she does everytime she sleeps with different people under this roof. And..." Selena sounded angry as she mentioned Camilla's name. Camilla must get on Selena's nerves in some way and she just had to screw her father days after her punishment was lifted. Selena sighed gently and continued, "... Lucius is like that. That is his preference."

"What?"

"He prefers to watch people having sex." Our connected eyes stayed that way. "He has always been that way."

"He just enjoys watching people have sex? He doesn't do anything after that?" It was indeed strange. Perhaps Lucius is a man I will never understand.

Selena lightly shrugged as her lips wore a small pout. "I don't know what he does after, but that's his preference."

"That's odd."

"Everyone has their kink, Damon Jones."

I don't know if I have pointed this out before, but I have noticed that when Selena calls my full name, my head swells pleasantly.

Perhaps, her somewhat tender voice was to blame for that. Regardless, I always felt caressed each time she called my full name.

"If you say so," I eventually replied to her earlier statement.

A glint soon appeared in her eyes and she took a step closer to me. "Damon Jones..." It came again... that delightful swell in my mind. "... now that our second deal is active, now that we are fuck buddies, don't you think we should take things to the next level?"

A small smile punctuated her unexpected question and I found myself lost for words for some seconds.

I am yet to fully wrap my head around the fact that I had my first time with Selena. I am yet to understand why I keep yearning for another steamy session where I get to feel myself inside her.

But, there she was, smiling easily and talking about taking things to the next level.

"Damon?" Man... that involuntary smile that keeps on tugging at her lips is something. It keeps pulling my sight to her lips, hence making me think about kissing her. "Did my question scare you?"

I cleared my throat. "First, don't say the word, fuck buddies, it is absolutely weird."

"Why?" She gave a short chuckle as her eyes darted ahead. We could still hear the sensual sounds and I won't lie, the more I heard those noises, the more my mind kept sprouting thoughts about having sex with the woman in front of me.

Damn... She has really turned me into a version of myself I can't recognize.

"Why can't I say that? Isn't that what we are?" Her eyes were slightly bulged as she questioned me. "Are we a couple? No, we are not. We are not dating, all we are doing is having good sex. So, yes, we are fuck buddies."

I managed a small smile as I looked at her.

But... something within me felt hurt when her words reached my ears. I felt disappointed because I deciphered her words to mean that we would never have a relationship beyond the sexual one we are developing.

Well, it's not like I can stay away from her anyway. Even when I don't want to, I know I will end up having sex with her.

Things have gotten to that stage.

"I am not down for trying out anything ridiculous," I finally gave her a reply to her initial question.

"But, why? Having certain kinks makes sex even better. It will get boring if we don't add any spice."

"I am not-"

"Oh come on," she slapped my arm a bit too hard. As I rubbed the area she hit, she wore a deep frown on her face as she continued, "We can try roleplay or BDSM. We can even let Lucius watch us while-"

"Jeez, Selena! Why would we do that? I have no intentions to let Lucius see my buttocks."

"Well..." An acknowledging smirk landed on her lips as her eyes quickly darted towards the lower area of my body. "You do have nice buttocks. Okay, fine!" She threw her hands into the air. "We won't involve Lucius. But we have to find something to spice things up."

"How can you speak so casually about what we share?" I murmured to myself as I watched her talk about how boring things can get for her. "Okay, Selena. We will see how things go."

"Hmm..." She slightly pulled her lower lip in a rather sensual way as she took a step closer to me and placed her palms on my chest. "How about we try it now? Let's enter one of these rooms and figure out that crazy thing that turns you on."

"Selena..." I peeled her hands off my chest. "Stop saying nonsense and let's go downstairs."

"Oh, come on." Her hands skillfully snaked past my view and instantly grabbed my buttocks. "What are you doing?" I questioned with a loud voice as I placed my hands on hers in a bid to get her hold off my butt.

But, her hands wouldn't budge. I suddenly felt her chest press against mine. As I looked down at her, incoherent phrases escaping my lips, her eyes wore a different look. It was one that told me that she had the intention to seduce me. Then, with that tempting whisper her voice had, she said, "How about I become your master?" Her toes tipped and her lips almost reached my ears. "You could be my slave. Don't worry, I will treat you very well."

"That's enough." I quickly took a step back before things could take a different turn.

"What do you think?" Selena was completely unfazed. One would think she had perfected the art of seduction to the point that she became immune to its effect.

As my hands dusted my t-shirt, I maintained a tough gaze and said, "I think we should join the dinner party."

"Oh," she simply said as her eyes darted to the left as though she could see the activities going on downstairs from where she stood. "About the party..." She faced me. "It will be attended by other Mafia Dons, so things may get a little tense and-"

"Other Mafia Dons?" Is she trying to tell me that I will meet more people that are as ruthless as her and her father?

"Don't fret. They'll be on their best behaviour. I'll make sure of it. Just enjoy the dinner and go to sleep after. That's if you get to sleep." She threw a wink at me after the end of her statement. While that wink was highly seductive and cute at the same time, I found myself regretting my decision once more.

As I scanned the plastered ceiling, I wished I had just gone home.

That way, I wouldn't have gotten to experience things that would scar my mind for a while.

As I began to walk behind Selena, I took one more look at the space around me.

Then, I wondered about the crazy things the innocent building has seen. Surely, it has seen a lot.

Thank goodness it was an inanimate structure. God knows what would have happened to the Damish Gang if buildings could talk.

~

The dinner ended up becoming a loud gathering.

"I have this new girl on my side. I think I will be getting married to her. She's too sweet," one of the Dons whose voice was the loudest spoke after he received a wine glass from Selena's father.

"What number is this one?" The man beside me spoke. I stole a look at him and noted how he decorated his fingers with chunky rings that prevented him from holding his fork properly.

His shoulder-length, blonde hair smelt good though... I think that is a good thing.

"Who cares?" The soon-to-be groom hollowed as he laughed with abandon.

As my eyes scanned the entire table, I counted ten men who were leaders of their various gangs. Selena had informed me that some of them traveled to Población for certain businesses. Their territory was not in our country.

I noted similarities among them. The heavy tattoos, the cold glares, the well-built bodies, and a youthful look that was enviable.

Only two men had few signs of old age and it showed in the way they picked their food.

I released a sigh as I turned my attention to my food once again. But, as I stared at it, I found myself feeling more uncomfortable.

"Selena," the man beside me said. "Is this handsome man your boyfriend?"

"He is a new member," her father swiftly responded. I looked at the man who responded and all I saw were the erotic movements I saw earlier .

"He has good looks. I thought he was a model. Tell me," the man directed his gaze at me and I managed a smile as I did the same, "do you have a girlfriend?"

"Uh... No."

Murmurs soon fuked the room. "Really?" the man asked further. "Do you get to have sex often?"

"Grayson, I don't think you should be asking the new member such questions," Selena's father spoke.

"Now, now. This is a man-to-man discussion." I felt a gentle slap on back. "Tell me, the ladies swoon over you, don't they?" His bold look demanded a response.

"Uh... I don't like to lead them on. I have no intention to be with someone unless I am attracted to them."

The man called Grayson had a tattoo circling his right eye. It looked like some kind of snake, but a highly vicious one. The snake head was drawn in a way that exposed its fangs. The more I stared at it, the more it seemed like it would jump at me.

The man soon chuckled. "Are you joking?"

"No."

"My boy, why do you think we have women in the world?"

My eyes darted to the side as I pondered on his question. "Hmm... because they have a life to live."

"What?" His laughter became annoying at that point. "Women were created for men's pleasure. At the end of it all, all they have to offer is their bodies, so we men must take advantage of that and enjoy ourselves to the fullest."