SIXTY FIVE
SELENA
Why am I giving in to his kiss?
After all his talk of being in love with me, he betrayed me greatly and still had the audacity to kiss me as though he hasn’t done me harm.
Before his kiss and touch could lead to something else, I broke the embrace which warmed my soul in a way I despised and I went back to grabbing his collar.
I came to his house, determined to show him no mercy and I must do just that.
“Damon Jones…” Our eyes made contact again and my rage grew tenfold. “How could you?” My grip became tighter. “How could you do that to me?”
“What are you talking about?” The ignorance in his tone caused a crease to form on my forehead. As I searched his eyes for a hint that would give his deceit away, Damon said, “You are the one that betrayed me, Selena.
“Are you talking about the diamonds?”
“You knew the truth about the diamonds. But I am not trying to-”
“Did you believe them when they said I killed your brother?” To appear more menacing, I wore a sneer and my feet began to stand on tiptoes. I wanted our faces to be on the same level. I needed him to see how furious I was.
The fingers wrapped around the neck of his shirt curled some more and I successfully neglected how my movements keep making me brush my chest against his. My breath heavy, I asked, “Did you believe them so much that you decided to feed them details about me?”
“What are you talking about?” That damn thing was still there… That innocent look. “I didn’t tell anyone anything.”
“So what is the shit the whole news is talking about?”
Why wasn’t he looking guilty? I keep searching his dark eyes and I don’t see that remorse, I can't find that guilt. All I can see is the affection I have always seen. And for some reason, pity rested in a corner of his eyes.
Not willing to give up easily, I said, “Lucius told me that you were approached by Malik’s man. He said you gave them my details in exchange for your safety.”
“And, why would I do such a thing?”
“Why the fuck are you pretending?” I suddenly hollered, so much so that I could feel my eyeballs straining against my sockets as my voice ruined the peaceful atmosphere. “Why the fuck are you lying?”
“Don’t you know who the liar is?” Damon sharply asked and that caress in his voice vanished. “You.” I watched as his brows quirked per the distress in his eyes. “You are the fucking liar, Selena. From the first day we met, all you have done is lie. Why? Do you enjoy seeing me suffer that much?"
Why are his words stabbing my heart? Why is my soul trembling as though I feared his wrath? My grasp around his collar began to loosen and I was almost taking a step back when he circled his arm around my waist again and stopped me.
“Fine,” he continued. “Let’s forget about the diamonds. I have no intention to question you about them.” The sides of my eyes twitched with confusion. He pushed me to his chest and I could feel my body betray me. “Why do you keep pushing me away, Selena? Back at the beach house…” My breath almost hitched and my tiptoed feet began to tremble.
“... you put on that show to make me think that you were guilty of everything Basiton mentioned. Back at the mansion, you were so eager to break my soul. I know you don’t hate me. But this game you are playing is getting ridiculous.”
“I…”
Of course, it is ridiculous. It is ridiculous that I have almost forgotten my reason for sneaking into his house. It is absurd that all I can focus on is him.
My anger is gone and all I can feel is the crazy thing that keeps telling me that I have fallen in love with this man. All I can feel is the way my entire soul yearns to stay in his arms for as long as possible.
And to make things worse, I can already feel tears in my eyes. I am The Dangerous Dame. I don’t cry. No one gets to push me to the point of tears.
Something turned in my stomach as Damon raked his hand through my hair. His head ducked closer when my feet rested and he said, “You once me told that losing what I want is stupid. Well, I want you. And I don’t want to lose you.”
“Y-you betrayed me,” I managed to say. I was not willing to give in. I was too scared to give in.
“I did not.” He began to walk and my steps moved backward, engaging his steps as though in a slow dance. “I was offered a chance to ruin you but I did not give in. Despite the circumstances that surrounded my entry into the gang, you protected me and my family. I wanted to do the same for you.”
“Y-you didn’t give my information to Malik?”
We were still dancing backward.
Damon’s gaze roamed my face and he replied, “I did not. I can never do that to someone who can heal and destroy my soul. Selena…” The back of my legs hit the couch but Damon didn’t stop. He leaned closer and closer until my back was resting on the softness of the couch. As he hovered over me, his arms caging both sides of my head, he said, “I am going to ask you a simple question. Do you want to lose me?”
“No.” My response, though somewhat quiet, was sharply voiced.
“There is your answer.” His gaze briefly fell on my lips and I did the same. “Selena, I want you to stop pushing me away. You will only hurt yourself as much as you hurt me. So…”
I shut his words as I lifted my head and placed my lips against his. With haste, he accepted my invitation. My head was soon resting on the arm he tucked beneath me and as the kiss become more intense, something crazy happened.
As my head danced to match the pace of our kiss, the tears that were earlier threatening to fall began to roll down my cheeks.
Surprisingly, I didn’t hide my face. Nor did I ruin our contact.
It was Damon that broke the kiss when he noticed my tears. He didn’t utter a word as I expected.
All he did was wipe those lines off my face and the next second, he went back to kissing me. This time, with more affection. His free hand began to lift my black blouse and his touch began to remind me how much I missed him.
“I wonder why you hardly wear a bra…” He muttered as his thumb found my nipple to my delight. A little pinch aroused me and a sharp exhale escaped my lips as I lifted my lower body to find a way to glue against his. Damon continuously clamped my nipple and he looked at me, saying, “I don’t mind it though. Every part of you is beautiful.”
A smile grew on my lips and I proceeded to work on getting rid of his shirt.
“So beautiful,” he groaned as his lips latched on my nipple. Damon failed to touch me with slow strokes. His tongue swirled over my nipple without mercy and my entire body reacted without hesitation.
I had finally gotten rid of his shirt and I was hoping to do the same with his trousers when sharp pleasure shot into my soul.
My toes curled, and I watched as Damon left my breast to leave trails of kisses all over my abdomen. My stomach felt jolted by his touch and with the way his free hand caressed my skin, I just couldn’t survive the fierceness of that moment.
Damon was not determined to take things slow at that moment and I loved that. With the way he lighted my body, if he delays stroking my walls with his thick shaft for a minute, I might start to hate him. I already hate the fact that I am vulnerable around him.
As though he read my thoughts, Damon started to yank my leather pants off my waist. It was quite a struggle but he did it.
His gaze instantly fell on my pulsing centre and he granted my wish as his lips sucked on my clit, rousing my body even more. I began to circle my waist against his lips and he gave me what I needed.
Sucking me, licking all of my sensitivity, biting my throbbing flesh gently yet in a way that almost turned my senses, caressing my skin as much as he could…
Damon did all these things with all he had.
When he pulled away to my dismay, I could feel some of my wetness seeping out. My legs felt slight trembles and my soul needed him more than ever.
To catch my breath, I closed my eyes and when I opened them, he had already gotten rid of the obstacles that prevented me from feasting on his stimulating dick.
My chest still heaving, I watched as he walked closer to me. When he gently pushed my feet aside and sat down, I didn’t wait for his next action. I quickly straddled him and began to tease his growing erection with my wetness.
Dancing erotically, moving to and fro on his shaft, I could feel the way he tensed because of my touch and I was glad. But when I looked into his eyes, I realized that I was glad because of something else.
Despite my fears and fury, the fact that he was there at that moment made me happy. The fact that he wasn’t guilty of selling me off to my rivals made me glad. I am now sure that I have someone on my side, someone who supports me no matter how vile I tend to be.
For so long, I have waited for such a person. That person who would pat me on the head for trying hard, someone that would make me feel less shitty.
I know that I am barely a good person, but Damon was willing to support me. His utterances and touch were still as enlivening as before and because of that, I was glad.
My moans became louder as my ecstasy grew. Before I could speed up the way I humped his dick, Damon stopped me. He lifted me and guided his curved dick into my dripping pussy, saying, “There is something I want you to consider.”
I clenched his dick and we both groaned at the insane feeling that came with it. Without initiating motion, I looked at him and asked, “What is that?”
“I am thinking of leaving this country.” My happy thoughts shattered. “I want you to consider coming with me.”
“I…” My brows twitched with great confusion and my eyes landed on the wall in front of me. “I don’t know if I can do that.”
His dick pulsed inside me and I was tempted to grip him harder, to milk the heck out of his intoxicating dick
“I wish for you to start over. Don’t you wish to leave the mafia life sometimes?” Damon asked.
“It’s all I have known my entire life.”
“Selena,” he called softly. When his fingers found the roots of my hair, I found myself staring into the eyes which reflected the illumination of the blub above in a way that made me smile. It was as though something heavenly had found a way to settle in his gorgeous eyes. “I need you to think about it. I want to leave the shackles that tie me down to this place. I want to start a new life…” The side of his eyes narrowed as he searched my eyes. “... with you.”
“Do you have to do this?”
“Are you not going to think about it?” he asked.
“It is not something I can guarantee.”
He nodded and continued to caress my hair, his touch soothing the growing ache in my heart. I am yet to come to terms with how I feel about him. If he leaves so suddenly… If I never get to see him, will I be able to survive?
Damon continued, “My family and I will be leaving by the end of the month. After this night, I will eagerly wait for your text or call. I will wait for your decision.”
Feeling more devastated, I cupped the roughness of his chin and asked, “What if I decide to stay here?”
“Then…” My heart ached as I waited for his response. As Damon moved slightly to initiate motion between our joined groins, the primary thing I felt was more pain… pain in my chest. “... this will be our goodbye.”
“Wh-what?”
Damon began to slowly buck his hips, his shaft began to find spots inside me to repeatedly hit. But contrary to the haste he started with, Damon moved carefully as his eyes narrowed with affection. “Selena…” His hands kneaded the softness of my buttocks. “... whatever your decision is, please know that I feel things that I have never felt before whenever I am with you. As far as I know,” my breaths became shivery as his strokes felt more impactful despite the slow pace, “you are my first love. And, you will always be.”
“D-Damon…” His movements began to take me on a journey.
Pleasure was not all I felt as our lower bodies met in a slow and provocative way. His words rang in my head and caused a storm to brew inside me.
As I clutched the sides of his head to give him twice as much pleasure as he was making me feel, all my doubts and concerns went down the drain and I became clear-headed. And that was the first time such was happening since Damon found his way into my life.
I became aware. I fully realized the way I felt about certain things in my life.
I started to understand that what I wanted from Damon was beyond body contact. Yes, I love it when he touches me in a way I could have never imagined. But I want him to touch me in a greater way. I want our contacts to go beyond that physical thing that was likely to vanish.
But if he was putting me in a bind, how would I go about it? As tempting as it sounded, leaving the gang was not an easy thing. So much was happening at that moment and as the leader, I have to protect everyone.
I must not let Malik or whoever ruin an organization that generations have built.
“Damon…” I called him as his shuddering exhales brushed the skin of my neck. Squishing noises filled the room and our eyes locked into each other. Damon didn’t stop lifting his hips to meet mine and his attention on me didn’t fail. “The end of the month, yeah?”
“Yes,” came that raspy response.
I watched as he struggled to keep his eyes closed just as my body couldn’t stay still. Then, I said, “I will let you know my decision.”
“I will be waiting for you.”
His voice caressed my soul so much that I had to close my eyes to relish how euphoric my heart felt.
As Damon kept hitting spots inside my heated walls in a way that pushed my body to that state of ecstasy, the side of my head glued to his and I quietly whispered, “You are also my first love. The first love I never want to forget.” My breath became more ragged. “The first love I will always desire.”
