Lust

DAMON'S POV;

I headed towards my office, the terror on Elena's face still evident in my head...so many things I wanted to do to those lips that hung slightly open as she looked at me. I opened my cell phone… And stormed back into my office, slamming the door behind me.

"Are the files ready?"

"They're all set, Antonio."

My office was dimly lit, tension hung heavy in the air as my anger surged from within.

After reviewing the files, I threw the files that Leonardo had given me onto my desk, scattering them everywhere. I couldn't believe it.

There was nothing in those files that could help my find my brother. I knew my eyes were quite deadly at the moment.

But that fool's where about was what was sprinting around my mind at the moment.

I clenched my fists and slammed my hands down on my desk. "Where is he?" he snarled. "Where is that bastard hiding?"

Leonardo stepped backwards still always shocked at my violent reactions. His eyes wide with concern. "Antonio, you need to calm down, we'll certainly find him." He said carefully.

I ignored him and continued to pace back and forth across the room. "I'm going to kill him," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "I'm going to find him and I'm going to kill him!"

I clenched my fists and turned away from the window.

"We have to dig deeper into this information, I wouldn't ever let that retard go free after what he did to my parents. He had no definite reason, he made me heartless, and what he reaped from me, is definitely what he's going to sow." I growled.

My mind flashed back to the time we were younger, his words echoed in my mind.

"I did it. I killed our parents!!"

"Why?!!!"

"This is exactly how you should be Damon. In a world like this, you have to be heartless to survive."

"What did they do to you?!" My blood boiled as I looked at my brother. He wasn't the same person I used to adore. He was a bloodthirsty monster.

"They did nothing, and that's the point brother. I would kill you too, but what do you know? Call the police or any emergency number. But never call me. Cause if I ever meet you again, you'll die."

"Perhaps you might need a break, don't you think? You need something to vent your anger on isn't it?" Leo asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Where are you getting at?"

"One of your men was found sneaking around."

"Where's my gun?" I asked and Leo tossed it to me from the table behind him.

I wasted no time heading for the torture room. When I opened the door the figure on the chair jumped.

"Oh I see, it's you?" I recognized him, but I'd never trusted him. "Who would have thought one of my men would go against me." He was shaken.

"I didn't..." I shot him. Straight in the head. I was in no mood to argue or question anyone.

"You know my friend, from how frustrated you are, I'm afraid you're going to kill the slut I ordered for you."

"Slut?" I questioned. Ever since I set my eyes on Elena, I had no need for sluts because she was going to be my pleasure.

"It's been awhile since you actually kicked it. Your eyes have been so glued to that girl you've not considered having a slut in the bed for a while."

"I'm not interested." I said and he chuckled. Why was he my best friend again?

"Why are you acting this way because of one woman? We both know she's too innocent for that." His words made me smirk darkly because I know what I see.

"Speak for yourself." I stalked towards the room the slut could be and without warning opened the door.

Who needed to give a slut warning anyway? She gasped, raising her upper weight from the bed.

"Get out before I kill you." Her eyes widened before she quickly rose from the bed. My eyes scanned her body but I was zero impressed with what I saw.

I wasn't turned on in any way. I didn't move from where I was, I didn't care how she got out, but she had better.

She paused the scowl on my face nearly scaring her to death that she passed underneath my arm and scurried away.

"Fuck! that's no fun. She's one of the best advertised sluts."

"If you want her that bad you can have her." I stated, monotonously. "I have other pressing matters to attend to." I strutted past him towards Elena's room.

"I promise she's not capable enough to satisfy you. She's just so... weak" I glared at him for saying that.

"If there's anyone that has the right to belittle Elena, it's me. So watch your tongue friend, you know me most." I said and he raised his hands in surrender. "Good!"

I proceeded to her room and then I opened the door, just as I did for the slut.

I noticed she was asleep but I didn't care. She was mine, I could do whatever I wanted with her, whenever I wanted.

I stalked towards her bed. She was so petite, so little and innocent. I could feel myself harden at the sight of her. I groaned. Then I heard her whimper.

I furrowed my brows, the sound was so foreign to me. It wasn't slutty, just... innocent, like a child's.

She whimpered again just as I moved towards her. Her face was contorted with pain.

"Stop. I can't...I can't take it much longer." I looked down and noticed the way she clasped her legs together. I furrowed my brow. "Stop... stop." I growled wanting to know who was tormenting her. "Hmm."

Did she just...moan?

I cocked an interested brow.

"Antonio."

"Fuck!" My name literally just escaped her lips.

"You can't!"

Never knew anyone talked this much in their sleep till I met her.

"Stop!" Oh I was the one doing things to her. I titled my head as my crotch got harder and painful.

I watched as her lips slightly slung open and images of what I would do to them clawed my mind.

"I knew you had such a slutty mind."

I'd watched her for years before I bought her. After getting abused by her uncle a lot of times, I kept a close tab on her.

I hated the way he touched her each time they were alone. I wanted her all to myself.

I listened to her screams when he sexually molested her, and hated it. I wanted those screams to be for me.

Having her was always part of my plan since the day I saw the bruises on her neck the moment I set my eyes on her, right in a hotel to meet a man.

A man I shot before she could even get to him. Nobody was getting as much as a strand of hair from what was mine.

Right where I was, I stroked my cock. And groaned imagining she was the one doing so.

I didn't even care if she woke up to see me doing this, that was fucking what I wanted. I grunted and heard a gasp.

I raised my eyes and met her gaze. They were focused on my huge cock.

Then she visibly bit her lips, even still I could see the horror in her eyes, she was still frightened of me.

She didn't take her eyes off, till I spilled. It was then her eyes raised to meet mine.

"See what you do to me, puttana?"