FORTY NINE

DAMON

Our joined hips quickly ripped apart and our mixed fluids seeped out of her walls, trailing down the sides of Selena’s thighs who made her buttocks face me as she reached for some wipes resting close to the arranged weapons.

Hands still feeling uncomfortable, my head tilted slightly, I followed her movements the instant she began to furiously wipe off the smears on her skin, her head bobbing quite violently.

It seemed my sudden response irritated her greatly.

“Are you freaking out of your mind?” Selena finally spoke, glaring at me after she had reached for her earlier discarded shirt. “What nonsense are you spewing, Damon?”

“I am not speaking nonsense. I am speaking the truth.” Her agitated state was more amusing than annoying. “It is just how I feel.”

“So, what?” Her hands angrily abandoned her attempts to button up her shirt, her action causing her breasts to be exposed once more. Soon, Selena began to walk toward me, my body still reeking of the aftermath of sex. “Are you trying to say that you love me?”

A small smile fell on my lips as I observed the way distress managed to settle on her face. “I am not in love with you, I just think I might be because of certain things I have been feeling.”

“Well, kill those things you have been feeling,” she commanded through gritted teeth, her hands now settling on my thighs as her eyes burned with more fury. “You and I know that we are not doing this to fall into the muddiness of emotions. What…” Her breath caressed my face further. “What we have between us is meant to be pure fun."

Her voice… purposely vile and ironically tender, made me find more fun in the entire situation. Why is that so, you ask?

Despite the deep scowl of displeasure on her face, I could smell fear all over her.

And all I could think as I watched her pupils wear a certain plea was; ‘She is just like me. She lies to herself about the way she feels.'

“Is that so?” I finally said in response to her words that were filled with the desperation that wished to ensure that I was indeed aware that what we had between us was meant to be fun. After a quick exhale, after adjusting my position, I said, “Selena, why are you getting so worked up?”

“What?”

“You are talking as though I asked you to love me back. Or worse, as if I asked you to marry me.” Selena’s mouth twisted to the side as she took a step back, a word not coming from her lips.

“Listen, I get that you are not the kind of person to consider feelings as a normal thing that happens when people share intimacy, and I respect your view. But, you shouldn’t forget that I am not like you. Despite my struggles, I find myself falling into the feelings that come with the moments we share.”

“Well, don’t fall into it. You cannot-”

“Do you think I want to?” The corner of her eyes crinkled when my raised voice filled the fairly large room. “Do you think I want to willingly fall in love with someone who only cares about satisfying her libido? I don’t want to.”

Another deep breath followed and I stared at the plain ceiling for a couple of seconds, my mind trying to find peace and avoid the decision of being oddly violent with my utterances.

“Selena, listen to me…” Our eyes met, as my adam’s apple moved swiftly. “… I have no intention to fall in love with you. So, I will try my best to prevent that from happening. I will get rid of the little flutters in my heart that comes up whenever I am around you. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Uh…” Her jewel-like eyes fluttered and her delicate hands pulled her shirt to her chest, hiding her body from my view. Soon, she was nodding in agreement, saying, “You are right. Let’s not be bothered by fickle emotions. Having sex is enough because nobody loses anything that way.”

“We don’t gain anything either,” I remarked, my sweaty forehead dragging a line between my eyebrows, my eyes watching her keenly.

“That is correct as well.”

My response and attitude to her little outburst appeared to have startled her. Perhaps she expected that I would go on to rant about my feelings while professing my undying love.

Honestly, if I were still the version of myself from the past, I would have probably done that.

But, I have seen the things Selena is capable of. I know how easy it is for her to toy with a person and since that is the case, even if I end up falling recklessly in love with her, I will make sure to drag myself out of those emotions.

It would be foolish of me if I end up falling in love with her. It would be a case of walking into scorching flames with my own feet.

“In that case…” Selena reached for her skirt. “There is nothing to be worried about.”

“Can you uncuff me now? You have successfully activated your kink and I don't wish to remain here.”

Dragging the smoothness of her skirt to fully shield her nakedness from eyes that could decide to peep into the room, she said, her signature smirk on her face, “You are speaking as though you didn’t like it.”

“It was different.”

“It was hot,” Selena suggested and in response, my brows jerked with indifference. “Anyway, we have to talk about The Pretties.” It seemed her Mafia Queen mode was back on. “After the last attack I initiated, they went into hiding but they recently resumed their activities and it seems they have teamed up with a wonderful enemy of mine.”

Her feet ended up behind me and soon, my wrists felt the sweet embrace of freedom. But, before I could get up and cover my nudity, the woman pinned me down with a strong grip on my shoulder blades.

“Selena…” I was starting to get fed up with my prolonged presence in that room. It was worse enough that I was still naked, my dick out there for the whole world to see as it eased itself from the pleasurable strain it experienced earlier.

With sultriness in her voice, she said, “Have some patience, Damon Jones. I need to talk to you.”

“About what?”

After a couple seconds of silence, Selena lowered her touch on my body, her fingers seductively tracing their way to the mid of my bare chest, a portion of her bosom pressing against my back.

“Hmm,” she hummed as her chin went on to rest on my right shoulder. “Damon, are you certain about getting revenge?”

“What sort of question is that?” My head turned and our faces became an inch closer.

“Seeing how you found it easy to call me a murderer earlier, I think it is necessary to ask that question. So, tell me, do you still want to avenge your brother’s death?”

While I watched her face put on a settled look, my mind suddenly took a trip to the day I watched my brother being pulled out of the ruins of his car, his soul gone, his body severally mutilated. Knowing that his life and that of his wife were cut short because of my bastard father who wanted something from a mafia don makes my blood boil.

Selena continued to watch me, my gaze still glued on her even though all I could see at that point was that wretched day. Recalling the ache in my heart was enough pain but when the memory of the non-stop tears I watched my mother shed crawled into my head, my hands drew into fists and my heart tightened.

Trying to bite back the choke in my throat, my eyelids swept over my eyes and I resumed my deep breaths.

“Damon Jones…” On hearing my name, I opened my eyes, and the woman that stared at me curiously hugged her arms around me a bit tighter. “Listen to me. Getting revenge in this world means killing a person or the other. If you can’t handle the possibility of taking a life, I beg you to stay back and just focus on your work.”

“You are right,” I replied quite hoarsely. “I can’t handle spilling blood on my hands, but can’t I at least get the chance to confront the man who killed my brother? Huh?” The pain in my heart had now found a way to knit my brows, my entire body on the verge of shivering as the past came creeping into my mind, determined to cloud it. “Can’t I do that?”

“If that’s what you want,” Selena withdrew her touch and walked till she was facing me again, “I won’t object. But I will be a terrible person if I let you go out there without any form of protection."

“Speaking of protection…” It suddenly occurred to me that we have been taking a huge risk with the many sexes we have been indulging in. “We don’t use any.”

Selena smirked. “I don’t intend to get pregnant, so I have got that covered.”

“How?”

Smiling, she said, “Don’t worry about it. I just took some precautionary measures.”

“If you say so.” It felt like there was more to what she was saying. But I didn’t press her further. “So, how is it going to be? How am I going to get the chance to deal with the people that took my brother’s life.”

“You should stay calm, Damon. These things take time, but don't worry, it will be fun.” She paced the room, picking up my clothes. After she dumped them on my lap, she asked, “What is our next location?”

“Hmm?”

“For the volunteering.” I am surprised, I won’t lie. Selena was willingly asking about the details of our ongoing deal and she wasn’t doing so with a sneer.

“Well,” I gathered my clothes to cover my limp penis, “you will find out soon."

A warning finger was pointed at me. “There had better be no children involved, I don’t like those tiny creatures.”

Chuckling to myself, my brain reminding me of the need to take a quick bath, I teasingly responded, saying, “Yeah, yeah.”

And, the next second, she walked out of the room barefooted leaving me in the danger-filled room that still reeked of sex.

~

Inwardly proud of myself for keeping the promise I made to an old friend of mine, my shoulders puffed slightly as I roamed my eyes over the signboard attached to the gates of the storey building that stared back at Selena and me from where it was.

Blocking the sun’s reflection with my hands, I wondered if anything had changed since the last time I visited St. Edwards Elder Home. Since most of the occupants were men and women that were silently hoping for death’s arrival, it wasn’t rude of me to fear that some of them might be no more.

Sighing, I urged myself to have positive thoughts.

I was about to turn and ask Selena to walk with me when I felt a force against my chest, pushing me furiously until my back was kissing the heated body of the vehicle, my head almost making an impactful contact with the window glass.

“Selena…” The way her eyes blazed made my heart skip with fright. “Wh-what is it?” I managed to ask, my back still glued firmly to the car.

Her pupils flared, Selena was almost growling with anger as she asked, “Who exactly are you?”

“What are you…” A gagging sound came from me as she cut short my words by transferring her grip to the thickness of my neck, her fingers focusing on the midline of my throat, my breathing heavily restricted.

“What is your deal, Damon Jones?” her fierce voice demanded and I felt my entire body slip into a recessed state as her choking hold persisted, her mind paying no mind to the many taps I was placing on her arms.