Chapter 28 Game Over

Chapter 28 Game Over
Damien's POV

After three weeks in Laredo with no sign of Seraphina, I return to New York. I had done all my best to get information about her but all efforts to no avail, and the more I stayed the more I endangered my life.

When the plane I took lands, something tells me to call home for a ride. I know mom is still angry with me, she may not even pick my call. And Nicholas? I still hate him, for everything he did to me.

The only person I can call now who can get me a car from home is Dante. So I pull my phone from my pocket and dial his contact. He picks and I warn him not to tell my mom I called, after having told him to send me a car.

“Okay, Damien” he simply says.

It takes about ten minutes for the car I asked for to arrive. As usual, one of the SUVs belonging to our company.

Without waiting for the driver to come out and open the door for me, I hop into the car, leaving my luggage outside for him to take them to the boot.

When he's back in the car, he ignites the engine into action anf starts driving. My mind is full of Seraphina’s thoughts, I wish I could wait longer but my life was at stake. I realize some things are just meant to be felt, not owned.

And maybe, she's meant to be felt by me and not owned. Though she's been my maid for some time, I wish I had planned a way out with her perfectly before even embarking on my journey to Spain.

I can't be seen in tears, so I try all my best to control my emotion. The car pulls over at the entrance of the mansion. I alight, and with the help of Dante who stand waiting find my way to my suite without mom knowing. But of course, Victoria does. I mean, she's his daughter. And Nicholas probably does too, because he's his son.

I find Victoria already in the room, dressed in red with red with her face heavily maked up. She runs to me and gives me a hug like she's going to squeeze me into dust.

Dante tells me he's leaving, and that whenever I am ready to announce my arrival to my mom, she's in her suite.

I nod and watch him leave with his usual emotionless face. Then I gently push Victoria away as the maids bring in my luggage. It's Nina and Laura. They look awkward, probably wondering where Seraphina is currently at.

I take of my suit with Victoria annoyingly rendering help, then head to the bathroom and take a warm shower. When I return back, Victoria is already on the bed waiting. She stand and walk over to me before I can even head to the closet and change.

“Damien, please…” she says, placing her palms on my chest, “I… I want you to love me. Just please,” she stares deep into my eyes, “I promise to be humble, and to submit fully to you, my love. Just love me”

Love her?
How can I love someone I don't have feelings for? Yes, she's beautiful and hot, but I don't feel her beyond that. Just the way I see Irene, that's how I see her.

But Seraphina, she's different.
I love Seraphina, and I don't think I can open my heart for anyone else apart from her even though deep down I know I can't have her, and it's game over for me.

As I am carried away by Seraphina’s thoughts, Victoria leans in for a kiss. I welcome her lips gently, envisioning Seraphina in my head.

The kiss gets intense as I explore Victoria’s body as though it was Seraphina's. And before I know it, we are already on the bed. I kiss her roughly, all the way to her neck and chest. Of course Victoria is more busty than her, but I don't mind the difference. In fact, it makes the whole thing more pleasurable imagining Seraphina with such tits.

Victoria mourns as I continue exploring her body. I reach out to her lips again, and one of my hands place of her tit. I squeeze it hard and she mourns. My prick feels hard under my trousers. It's ready for the real thing but I am not ready kissing her yet. She reaches out to it and grabs it as if to tell me she's ready.

All that while, I keep forcing the images of Seraphina on my mind. Sure, Victoria has the body, but Seraphina has my heart. To make this work, I need to borrow Seraphina’s face. It's hard but also, it's the best solution and I am enjoying it.

When I am finally read to get myself inside her, I take off the towel and find my way in there. She mourns hard, and I felt a strange sensation. I mourn too with each force I apply on pleasurizing both I and her. The first time we had this, I was drunk and I couldn't really tell how it tasted.

But now, I can say it tasted like the kind of meal you don't easily get tired of. But not without applying the tricks I did.

As I continue to make love to her, deriving every plessure possible, she keeps yelling at me not to stop and telling me she loves me. All I want is to reach climax, and I am almost there. I don't even know someone has managed to enter the room, and neither did Victoria… until at the final stage my mind caught up with mom.

Mom?

I wonder as I suddenly pull away, but it's of no use. My prick releases, sullying the bedsheets. Victoria quickly covers it with blanket and turns to mom, she's surprised too.

Mom claps, “What a brilliant performance that was!”