Chapter 12 Twelve
Amy's POV
We're doing it again.
I don't know how uncontrollable things are between us, but it's hard for me to also control myself when he wants me. Maybe this is not because he's holding me as a hostage, but because my body wants him to.
What started as just a kiss has now ended up being us making love in his study again. And I was looking directly outside, the doors were open and my face was clouded, but no one would dare pass by.
“Oh! Don’t stop! Yes, fuck! You’re so good!” I moaned repeatedly, as his huge cock slid inside me in rage.
He wasn't going easy and he seems to go faster and harder every time I moaned. I couldn't stop myself from wanting more. I held on to him, my palms roaming through his body and his hair, his muscular hands holding me tight as he thrust in me more and more. Our bodies were sweaty even though we were in a perfectly air-conditioned room.
His lips moved down my neck, which was now covered in bruises with his mark. Then, back to my lips, he kissed me hard as he continued to show his powers. I couldn't stop him at all. I still wanted more as he continued. And he only smiled.
“You are such a slut. I was your first, but look how you've gotten used to it.” He said in between kisses.
Then his lips went down my neck and to my chest. He ripped open the clothes I wore and my bare boobs were showing out. His mouth caught one of them as I pushed my head back. It was a sensible feeling. It felt so sweet and I could feel myself getting wet under.
He pulled out of me to adjust his trousers without changing positions. He pulled me closer and made me wrap my legs around him. Then I felt him go inside me again. It was hard and fast. I gasped in pleasure. It felt way too good for me.
“Do you really love what I'm doing or do you want me to stop?” He asked me knowing fully well what my answer would be at this moment.
Maybe he wants to tease me. But he was shaking me so hard that it started affecting the table which was supposed to be down. The table was shifting positions but he didn't stop.
“No! I don't want you to stop. Damien, please keep fucking me.” I shamelessly demanded.
This answer only gave him more power to continue. My moans filled the room, and it got louder and louder. I felt embarrassed, but I didn't see anyone passing by.
However, it felt like if there were people in this mansion, they would probably be listening to me, and there would be a hint for them not to pass by. This continued until he finally came inside me and stopped.
We were hugging each other for a few seconds before he let me go. My legs were shaking the moment he released me, and I couldn't move from the desk. My insides feel painful too. This bastard is such a horny person.
What if I get too addicted to sex? He's not even my mate, and I don't understand what is going on. I'm supposed to be his slave. Why do I enjoy him doing this to me? Am I going crazy? I only met him a few days ago.
Get things right. Amy, he doesn't like you. He's just using you to pass time. He says you are a plaything, and he will dispose you away when he's done.
Thinking of this clearly, I tried to get myself off the table and I felt pain but I didn't expect him to come and help me down. He didn't just carry me but he carried me like that with torn clothes and I still felt naked. But he took me like that upstairs even though we met a few servants who looked away immediately. I still felt shameful of what he did.
“What the hell is wrong with you? There were your servants out there. You could have covered me with something or asked them to bring me a cloth. Why would you carry me naked like that?” I complained the moment he dropped me inside the bathtub.
“I think you still haven't learnt your lesson and you have enough strength to talk.” He said to me and I quickly realised what he meant.
I looked away immediately. “That's not what I meant. It's so embarrassing you know. They saw my entire body.”
He scoffed. “No one would dare see your body unless they want their eyes blocked out. You belong to me, understand? And your body is mine alone to see.”
What if his workers saw my body? Is he going to block out their eyes and kill them or something? I've always heard he was ruthless and the rumors about him were not wrong after all.
I was the one who misjudged him on the first day I saw him. I thought he was a nice person. I better not bring this up anymore. Even though I don't like him and his people, I don't think innocent people should suffer for something that happened to me, which they have no hand in.
“That's enough. You can get out now. I want to take my bath.”
Instead of leaving, I saw him taking off his clothes. Is he crazy? I don't know why I want to take a bath together with him. He's going to get funny and start over again. I am not a fucking machine.
“What the hell are you doing? Don't even think of taking off your clothes with me. I am not taking a bath with you, do you understand?” I fired angrily at him, but he didn't seem to be affected by what I said.
He suddenly bent down, and his hands gripped my neck. For a moment, I didn't understand what he was trying to do until he tightened his grip on my neck.
“I think you are getting the memo wrong here. I'm the one who should be making demands and not you. Remember you are just a blatant to me and you should know your place. Do not make me angry again.” He warned me and then pushed me away.
I started coughing as I saw the dark look on his face. He wasn't this temperamental a while ago but now he has turned to that. This also happened when we woke up the next day and he started threatening me. Does he have a split personality or what? I know all of his personalities are dark. But how could he treat me like this?
“You bastard. How could you choke me like that? Why don't you just kill me and get on with it?”
I know I shouldn't be impulsive and provoke him when he's acting like this, but I can't help myself. He turned back and moved closer to me, grabbing my neck with his two hands this time around.
I tried to stop him or call for help but nothing I did was able to stop him. I could not even say a word as his choking became stronger and I felt myself losing my breath. I didn't have a wolf or enough power to push him away.
Even though I was trained in the military by my dad, I still couldn't do anything to stop him. At the moment when I thought my breath would be taken away, he suddenly stopped. And his eyes became much better than before.
“What the hell is wrong with you? I told you not to provoke me, didn't I?” He snapped at me.
He almost killed me and he's scolding me for that. Is he completely losing his mind or what? He is getting things wrong here. I'm the one he should be apologizing to, not the other way around.
“You are nothing but a monster and you're blaming me for what you did? What sort of logic is that? You almost killed me just because I told you the truth. Why don't you just continue and do it? At least I will be free from a bastard like you.” I snarled at him and maybe what I said was too much and got him angry.
He left me in the bedroom and walked out. I didn't care at all. I was so angry and my neck was in pain. The bruises were also visible. I don't heal fast because I don't even have my wolf. How could he do this to me? Why the hell was he trying to kill me for saying the truth to him? Does he think he is the king of my life?