Doubts and Jealousy

She's preparing her things to leave their room that night when Daemon barged inside and locked the door behind. He began undressing in front of her while his menacing eyes are fixed on her face.

She swallowed the lump in her throat together with the fear and let him push her down to their bed.

He kissed her without feelings. Oh, there's one. Lust. He kissed her with only lust that she wasn't able to close her eyes and respond.

Slidding off her panty to the side, Daemon pushed a finger inside her. Drowning her squeal, she shut off her eyes and began moving her lips against his mouth.

His body froze when he felt her hands on his body. Crouching down, he inspected her face and sighed while leaving on top of her.

"No," she stopped him. "Please, don't leave me, Daemon."

He met her begging gaze.

"No, Daemon. Please, take me. Take me now. I'm begging you."

With too much caution, she cupped his face and slowly bridged the gap between their faces. She still heard him mutter a curse before crushing her back into the bed and kissing her torridly.

Everything happened too quickly. Before she knew it, she's fully naked under his fiery eyes.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured and parted her thighs.

Out of breath, she made sure that she will remember this expression he had on his face. There's definitely lust and something else... Is it passion? Or desire?

There's definitely in there other than just lust.

He let go of the first thrust while holding down her neck. She winced in pain as she fully received him. A tear fell down from her eyes but it's not because of the physical pain. It's because her dream has just been shattered.

She looked at his red face and smiled. He stilled for a moment and continued doing the thing, not even blinking once and just staring right into her wounded soul.

God, she loves this man. This man who can change his mind instantly. This man who is her family's sworn enemy. This brutal man who has crushed her heart over and over again. This man who has saved her. This man who promised to give her a name but then decided to discard her.

"Is this want you wanted from the very start? You want my cock? Sorry but I can't be gentle, princess. This is who I am. I can't care enough for a mere woman," he growled and grabbed her hair.

She just closed her eyes, tears rolling off her face.

While he's pumping hard inside her, she can't help but shed some tears. This is not what she imagined their first night would be.

She didn't expect him to be this rough on her. He knew this is her first time and yet...

He finished inside of her and with a smug face, slid off his body off her and started dressing up.

Devon hurriedly wiped her face to see him off. After the heat and the orgasm, all that she felt is emptiness. She wanted to regret giving her virginity to the man who is just treating her as just an object after making her feel so safe and special.

He threw a pill to his side before buckling his belt. "Take that. I can't have a son with your family's blood."

She scoffed in helplessness and self-pity before picking it up and swallowing it without water.

“T-The next time we will have sex, I hope that you can rethink about what you said on surrogacy. I can give you your sons just like what we had always talked about. Please, let me be the mother of your children.”

“My decision won't change. You'll be the surrogate mother not the biological mother of my son.”

The door quietly closed but Devon never lifted her eyes again. She’s busy hugging herself while promising that she will have a happy life abroad after she gave birth to his sons.

When the night fell and it is evident that Daemon left the room including his clothes which he heard was transferred to the other room, she took a shower and stared at her own body in the mirror.

“My mother always talks about how I could make men go crazy with my beauty and body.” She traced the marks of his fingers on her breast and neck. He must have grabbed them a little too hard.

“But why can’t I make him go crazy to me? Why can’t he see me as the mother of his sons? He should have seen me for who I am, not for the family that I have.”

She bit her lips and let the warm water run through her body but even the scorching temperature doesn’t stand a chance on how sick and worthless she felt now.

“I am also beautiful. I am fertile but why can’t he just give me a chance?” she cried her eyes out until her heart surrendered for a lack of answer.

She didn’t eat that night and stayed the whole time at the balcony watching the cars go to and fro inside the driveway. Her eyes stung again when she saw a familiar woman emerge from a sleek car after Daemon’s guard opened the door.

It’s Maddy Johnson.

Her eyes widened when she started to piece things together.

“No, no. It can’t be.”

She went out of the room and tiptoed to the other room that is in front of Daemon’s new room. She left the door open just enough for her to peep through it to know what’s happening.

And it is as if her heart sank to the pit of her stomach when Maddy knocked on Daemon’s room and he opened the door wearing only a briefs while smoking a cigar on his mouth. Maddy twirled her hair and flirtatiously caressed her lips.

“Daemon… Daemon… What would you do without me? In the end, you will still need me like I will need you, my man.”

Devon turned her back when she moved to kiss him. The only thing that’s been left in her senses is the sound of a closing door.

A feeling of rebellion rose inside her. No, it can’t be. She won’t. She won’t carry their baby if Maddy will be the mother. She just can’t imagine to be the surrogate mother of the children of Maddy, the woman her beloved loves so much.