TWO MONTHS

Augusta's POV;

She gripped the sheets in anger as she heard the sound of their groans and screams. It was pretty obvious what they were doing and she couldn't take it anymore. After all these years that she'd thought that this man was with her, she couldn't believe that she had taken him for granted and used him as his mistress for so many years. It wounded her to think of this, but if she didn't, for how long would she be allowing Derek to keep reopening her wounds? She stood by his side every time he needed her. She was always attentive to him even when he didn't speak. She understood his silence. Nobody could love him more than she did. And yet he chose another woman over him. She remembered the time they'd first met. He'd used her that day, and she hated him for it. But she noticed things in him she never did before. She was going to have him til Elena came along.

Sometimes she felt it was totally because he was trying to compete with his brother for her and that's the reason he went after her in the first place. She thought it wasn't like he really loved her but now, she was starting to second guess that. She sighed. Was it a crime to forgive the man who took everything away from her? She was a slave when he found her, but it was his fault that her family was killed only for her to be kidnapped and used by him. It wounded her more than anything that the man she'd grown fond of, grew fond of another.

She swallowed as she thought of Elena. That witch. How she managed to have both men in her grasp was baffling and only Augusta couldn't help but think there was something she was up to. She wasn't as innocent as she looked. She could deceive everyone else but she couldn't deceive her. She took her gun and pointed it at the target, before shooting. Her room was soundproof when she wanted it to be, but that didn't stop her from hearing what was going on outside of it. She shot the dummy again wishing it was Elena. She needed to get some fresh air. Besides, she had a mission to tend to. She fixed her leather outfit before heading out of her room. She walked down the corridor, still hearing their moans. They didn't even bother to be quiet or anything and it haunted her.

"When will you open your eyes?" She paused and turned to the origin. The man raised his gaze and looked at her.

"What do you want, Louis?"

"That's not hard to guess is it?"

"I've told you a thousand times, I'm not interested. Leave me alone." He'd chased for over two months and she refused. She tried to walk away but Louis gripped her hand and pulled her close to him.

"Do you think I don't know you're working for him?" He whispered and her eyes widened. She tried to escape from his grip but he pulled her closer.

"What do you think the boss will do to you the moment he finds out?" He questioned as she gritted her teeth.

"Let go, Louis." He pulled her to himself. She is a femme fatale, but this man has always been stronger than her. She tried to combat him but he parried all her hits effortlessly before leaning close to her hair.

"You need me." He whispered. "Whether you like it or not. Or you'll be answering to the boss." He looked her in the eyes.

"I have things to do, Louis."

"I guess those things can wait a little longer can't they?" He asked with a slight tilt of his head. She knew that if she refused him, he'd report her and she didn't want that. He chuckled when he noticed her submissiveness. His hand caressed her cheek and traced down her body, down to her curves. His eyes darkened at the feeling of her gorgeous body. She didn't look like she wanted to oblige but he didn't seem to care. He pulled her with him. Her eyes met it with maliciousness.

"You wouldn't have that look on your face after a while." He pulled her with him to a corner he knew had no form of guard. And even though what they were about to do was prohibited and his boss could kill him the moment he was caught, he didn't care at the moment. Instead, unzipped her trousers and pulled them down.

"I can't believe you're blackmailing me, Louis."

"I wouldn't have if you'd agreed with me from the start." Without another word, he plunged into her. Her eyes met his but they weren't smiling. He raises her leg and thrusts deeper into her. He leaned closer but she turned her face away.

"You wanted this, now you're getting it. Don't expect anything more." She said and he nodded.

"Fine." His thrusts were becoming deeper and deeper each moment and now she had to close her mouth so she wouldn't make any sound. He jerked into her and their eyes rolled to the back of her head. "Did he fuck you like this?"

She shook her head. "He fucked me better." And she would have expected that to bruise his ego but he only chuckled.

"He's that good huh?" Then he stopped and I let out a strangled breath. Fuck he hit her sweet spot. He thrust in more and more. And little screams escaped her lips. Louis was right, Derek was a good fucker, but when it came to her, he only cared about himself. He made her feel good at the expense of her sanity. Sometimes he didn't care if she was hurt. He used her more than pleased her.

"Oh, fuck." Louis whispered. His thrusts became faster and then he carried her so she was straddling him before bouncing her on his dick. Her jaw dropped. The pleasure hit differently. It made her want to willingly succumb. Derek made her succumb because she had to choose. She wanted him so badly. But she still wanted him. Louis wasn't Derek. They'd never feel the same.

"Derek." He stopped.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" Louis asked and she realized. He pulled out of her while she stepped down. "What the fuck, did you just call. me?"

"I can't love you, Louis. You can't force me to"

"You're unbelievable." He zipped his trousers up as he stared at her with disbelief. "But remember this isn't over." He said before walking away. He shouldn't expect so much from me at all.