Chapter 65 Plan in motion
VICTORIA'S POV
“How do you mean?” Damien asked, his eyes widening.
“Isabella realised I've been feeding you information from their end. She sent me out.”
“She found out? How?”
Victoria was about to speak when he continued.
“You can't even get anything right. Now that she's caught you, how do you expect me to entrust you with bigger issues?”
Isabella bowed her head like a child being admonished. “It's not entirely my fault.” She croaked in weak defence.
“It's mine now? You aren't even accountable.” His voice was raised higher than he intended.
“What proper channels are there to report back to you?” She matched his.
“Don't you dare raise your voice at me.” Damien glowered, his eyes bloodshot. “Don't you dare!”
“I'm sorry,” she batted her eyelids, clasping her palms together. “I…I think it's not entirely my fault that I failed. Most times, I don't have the proper channels to send my findings back to you.”
Damien nodded. He'd begun pacing. “What do you want?”
“Are you sure?” She raised a brow, an unsure expression on her face. “I don't think it's…”
“Can you just cut the crap and say it?” He urged impatiently.
Victoria swallowed. “I want something tangible. Something I can give fo her that will make her trust me back.”
“Is that why you are here?” He stopped pacing and walked towards her.
Instinctively, Victoria took a step back till she was backed against the wall with nowhere to go.
“Are you lying to me!” Damien glowered, tipping her jaw with his fingers to force her gaze on his.
Victoria gulped. “Why? And die faster than I would have liked?”
“Do not dare me, Victoria,” Damien warned.
“I'm not. I'm saying the truth.” She curled, trembling under his touch.
Damien leaned in, hot breath on her ears. “I'm still capable of killing you. Nothing has changed.”
“And nothing will,” Victoria murmured to his hearing.
He released her, stepping a few feet away from her.
“What's your plan?”
Victoria looked at him like he'd just uttered the most insane thing. “My…my plan?” She spluttered. “I'm sorry, but if I had one then I definitely wouldn't be here.”
“Watch it,” Damien warned, his voice barely controlled.
“You'll go back to them.”
“What?” Victoria barely held herself from shouting. “And have my head served to Lucien on a platter? No, thank you. I think I would enjoy being killed by you.”
She muttered, her face observing Damien as he tried to control his smile. She was almost there yet.
“Worse still, is the Foolish Isabella who thinks she can command me because she is queen.”
“She is not queen yet,” Damien said in controlled fury.
“What?” Victoria asked innocently. "She is the King's mate, isn't she?”
“Still doesn't make her queen.” He retorted. “I'll think up something and return back to you. In the meantime, do not try anything stupid.”
Victoria bit her lips, nodding. “Thank you, thank you.” She said with so much relief. “I knew I could count on you and you wouldn't let me down.”
Damien grunted, arrogance oozing from all parts of his body. He made for the door.
Victoria sighed. The next stage had not been a part of her plan, but she knew she had to make him trust her full-time.
“Are…are you leaving?” She asked shyly.
Damien turned. “You have something else for me?”
Victoria shook her head, her eyes looking everywhere but at him. “I thought since you were here, we could…I've missed you.” The words tumbled out in a hurry.
But even as she'd looked down, she knew what was next. The arrogant laughter of his.
Damien chuckled. “Have you?”
She nodded shyly.
“Show me then.”
Victoria widened her eyes. “Y…you want it too?”
“Nah,” he said his facial expression saying that he thought she was ridiculous for asking such a stupid question. “I've got women at my beck and call, Victoria. I wouldn't starve myself that much, even if I wanted to.”’
Hos words stung her on her cheeks. She could feel her face flushing with embarrassment. She should have stopped when she could.
“However, I'm happy to help give you some semblance of relief.”
Victoria could feel her stomach churning in disgust. “Oh,” was all she could mutter.
“In that case, I think it would not be necessary.” Her voice was small. She wished the ground would swallow her or she could just disappear from his sight. No embarrassment was greater than this.
Damien laughed. “Are you kidding? Now that you have put the thought in my head, that's all I can think about.”
Victoria grimaced inwardly. God, what had she done?
Damien walked to the door, ensuring the lock was in place before he walked back to her.
“L…Lord Harlan.” She motioned to the door. “He…he is going to hear us.” She was clutching at the last straw.
Damien Hissed. “You should have thought about that.” His hands reached for her face as he grabbed her, kissing her.
“Besides, you're mine now.” He said in between kisses, as he led her to the bed, panting like a wolf that had just seen its meal.
She was made to lie down. The faster she complied with it, the faster he would leave her alone.
He stopped her. “I want you to bend instead.” He said, lifting her gown, her hands by the foot of the bed.
Without as much as a word, she bent, clutching the folds of her gown, her breaches down as he entered her with one swoop.
The tears she'd been holding fell as Damien grunted in and out of her.
She couldn't believe she'd been reduced to this. A sex partner who was here to just satisfy his urges.
She welped as he spanked her, grunting as he slapped his penis on her ass, before walking away.
Victoria let out a soft cry as she landed on the bed, the moment the door clicked behind her, sobbing.
She stood up slowly, as she dragged herself to the bathroom, aware of his cum all over her.
He'd not bothered to make her feel good. A part of her cursed him as she removed her dress slowly.
She would trash all that she was wearing today. Damien had always made her feel unwanted, but today was something.
As the water fell on her body, Victoria screamed loudly, consoled that the loud sound of the water drowned her screams.
She stepped out of the room, dried and fresh, the clothes trashed as she walked to the kitchen.
He'd proved time and time again to her that he was ruthless. At least, now she knew what she was fighting.
A disdainful smile curled up her lips. She'd always known, but this humiliation had sealed it.
Crestwood
The bushes rustled as the shadow stepped out of the darkness, and she hurried to the bush, looking over her shoulders warily.
She had a large patch of scroll on one hand as she tiptoed, a direction in mind.
If one looked closely, the person would realise that it was a woman. She looked around, before whistling lightly.
A man appeared just behind her. “Tell Damien that it's almost set. We have Isabella almost done.” She muttered as she handed him the scroll.
He nodded, taking the scroll from her as he made his way out of the bush.
She whistled for him, stopping him in his tracks. “When is the expected day of attack?” She asked, battling an eyelid in an attempt to hook the guard.
He stared hard at her. “You do not have the clearance for that piece of information. When the time comes, you'll be informed.”
She grinned, nodding as she walked slowly to him, taking the parch off his hands as she positioned her bum in between his legs. “At least, I do have the clearance for this.” She murmured seductively into his ear.
He smiled as he drew her to himself. “Were you really going to leave without giving me what I came for?” She murmured, her hands reaching for his shaft.
He chuckled. “How could I? I've missed you more than you can imagine.” As he spoke, he slid his fingers into her open legs.
“Wow, you're actually ready.” He muttered, sliding a second finger.
She gasped, her hands placed firmly on his shoulders. “Be careful. I do not want to alert the guards.”
He chuckled. “Wouldn't that be a sight?” Without warning, he bent her over and took her from behind, filling her hole as his hands worked her clit.
“Still not ready to tell me the day of the attack?” She moaned, bringing a finger to her mouth.
He chuckled. “That's slick of you.” He giggled, pulling out. “I have to head back. The men are waiting for me.”
He said as he kissed her hurriedly on the lips, and walked away into the darkness.
She waved sadly at his retreating shadow, arranging herself as she walked back to where she had come from.
Into Isabella's quarters.